SYDNEYS Sos -- I speak of t of t of t. ty, tity, and    modest spirit of self-approval, of Milton, in ions of a similar structure. trut Milton, suring t o er-tune or application), "vain and amatorious" enoug to be true of t;full of ." tier, it must be allo of t Milton ier    Ludlole, and still more a Courtier ruggle o begin,    ties beime ion, t ed t in t emergency,    for plainness or boldness of spirit. ter oify, o Priimes did not call o the scaffold.

        ts    call to mind of Milton ions of urest years. t to produce, ten in tuck full of amorous fancies -- far-fetcs, befitting ion; for true Love to send out ts upon t, and more t landiso sacrifi self-depreciating similitudes, as srue amiabilities in t be Lovers -- or at least toucime, t not ies, as to take aioies, and graceful    (ted tural) are least natural for to express its fancies by. tibullus, or tress; for passions t creep and on never loved at te. I am afraid some of    t came not muc of a religious inde, wrophise a singing-girl: --

        Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes)

        Obtigit aetheriis ales ab ordinibus.

        Quid mirum, Leonora, tibi si gloria major,

        Nam tua praesentem vox sonat ipsa Deum?

        Aut Deus, aut vacui certe meia coeli,

        Per tua secreto guttura serpit agens;

        Serpit agens, facilisque docet mortalia corda

        Sensim immortal assuescere posse sono.

        QUOD SI CtA QUIDEM DEUS ESt, PER CtAQUE FUSUS,

        IN tE UNA LOQUItUR, CAEtERA MUtUS .

        trange fas requires some dour of stru (besides t darkening of a dead language) to cast a veil over t taggered, if    to express t in Engliss like travaganzas do not strike at takes leave to adopt to a felloassions.

        iteps, O Moon, t the skies;

        ly; and h how wan a face!

        ! may it be, t even in heavenly place

        t busy Arcries?

        Sure, if t long-ed eyes

        judge of love, t a lovers case;

        I read it in t grace

        to me, t feel tate descries.

        tell me,

        Is stant love deemd t    of ?

        Are beauties they be

        Do to be loved, a

        t love doth possess?

        Do tue tefulness?

        t line of ttle obscured by transposition. efulue?

        e, Sleep, O Sleep, tain knot of peace,

        ting place of , the balm of woe,

        the prisoners release,

        t judge bethe high and low,

        it the prease

        Of ts despair at me dothrow,

        O make io cease:

        I ribute pay, if thou do so.

        take t pilloest bed,

        A oise, and blind to light,

        A rosy garland, and a weary head.

        And if t,

        Move not t in me,

        Livelier tellas image see.

        III

        ts, seeing dull pensiveness

        Beself in my loled eyes,

        hose same fumes of melancholy rise,

        ith idle pains, and missing aim, do guess.

        Some, t know how my spring I did address,

        Deem t my muse some fruit of knowledge plies,

        Otries

        t I tate errors to redress,

        But ie,

        Sce of itself, still climbing slippery place

        ivd in gold cage.

        O fools, or over-he race

        Of all my ts op nor start,

        But only Stellas eyes, and Stellas .

        IV

        Because I oft in dark abstracted guise

        Seem most alone iest pany,

        ite awry,

        to t would make speech of speech arise,

        the rumour flies,

        t poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie

        So in my s, t only I

        Fahers do despise,

        Yet Pride, I t my soul possess,

        oo oft in tering glass:

        But one    -- Ambition -- I fess,

        t makes me oft my best friends overpass,

        Unseen, un to    place

        Bends all o Stellas grace.

        V

        his day, my horse, my hand, my lance,

        Guided so    I obtaihe prize,

        Bot of the English eyes

        And of some sent from t s enemy -- France,

        horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance,

        ttier judge applies

        o sleigh rise;

        Some lucky s impute it but to ce;

        Otake

        My blood from this,

        ture me a man of arms did make.

        arue cause is,

        StELLA lookd on, and from her heavenly face

        Sent forthe beams which made so fair my race.

        VI

        In martial sports I ried,

        Ao break more staves did me address,

        s (I must fess)

        Youth pride --

        hen Cupid, having me (his slave) descried

        In Marss livery, prang in the press,

        " no; said ;I would no less:

        Look ; I lookd, and StELLA spied,

        .

        My    then dazzled were mine eyes;

        Oo rule, to fight;

        Nor trumpets sound I heard, nor friendly cries.

        My foe came on, ahe air for me --

        till t o see.

        VII

        No more, my dear, no more try;

        O give my passions leave to run their race;

        Let Fortune lay on me    disgrace;

        Let folk oer-c me cry;

        Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye;

        Let me no steps, but of lost labour, trace;

        Let all t my case --

        But do not o fly.

        I do not envy Aristotles ,

        Nor do aspire to Caesars bleeding fame;

        N;

        Nor o frame,

        But t w:

        t my , and tue art.

        VIII

        Love still a boy, and oft a on, is,

        Sder eye;

        hen, if he his lesson miss,

        a rod dear play ry?

        A my StAR, because a sugard kiss

        In sport I suckd, while she asleep did lie,

        Dot, for only this.

        S, it    humble I.

        But no `scuse serves; sh appear

        Iys throne -- see now, who dares e near

        t judges, tning bloody pain?

        O    kiss-hy face

        Anger is h such a lovely grace,

        t angers self I needs must kiss again.

        IX

        I never drank of Aganippe well,

        Nor ever did in sempe sit,

        And Muses s o dwell;

        Poor lay-man I, for sacred rites unfit.

        Some do I s fury tell,

        But (God )    not ;

        And t brook of hell,

        I am no pickpurse of anot.

        t h an ease

        My ts I speak, and h flow

        In verse, and t my verse best s doth please?

        Guess me t is it thus ? -- fye, no.

        Or so ? -- muc is,

        My lips are s, inspired ELLAs kiss.

        X

        Of all t ever here did reign,

        Ed in praise I name,

        Not for side, nor well-lined brain --

        Alts imp feat on Fame.

        Nor t , frame

        h a kingdoms gain;

        And, and by Mars could yet mad Mars so tame,

        t balaain.

        Nor t he Floure-de-luce so `fraid,

        trongly hedged of bloody Lions paws

        t ty Leo ribute paid.

        Nor t, nor any such small cause --

        But only, for t durst prove

        to lose han fail his love.

        XI

        O    didst my StELLA bear,

        I sah many a smiling line

        Upon thy cheerful face, Joys livery wear,

        s on treams did shine;

        t for joy could not to dance forbear,

        on y so divine

        Ravisayd not, till in her golden hair

        test prison) twine.

        And fain tay

        , forced by nature still to fly,

        First did hose locks display.

        She, so dishevelld, blushd; from window I

        it t, O fair disgrace,

        Let o t    place!

        XII

        highway, siny chief Parnassus be;

        And t my Muse, to some ears not uns,

        tempers o trampling ,

        More soft to a chamber melody, --

        Now blessed You bear onward blessed Me

        to    safe left s,

        My Muse and I must you of duty greet

        ithankfully.

        Be you still fair, honourd by public heed,

        By no encroac ime fot;

        Nor blamd for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed.

        And t you kno

        Of    wish, I wish you so much bliss,

        ELLAS feet may kiss.

        Of t, t so, are my favourites. But ty of t tly ceristical. t of "learning and of c;of led Sydo ;president," -- s;jejune "or &quid" in t;stiff" and "cumbrous " -- o tly and gallantly. It miguo trumpet; or tempered (as ) to "trampling ." tous phrases --

        O    kiss-hy lips

        8t

        -------S pilloest bed;

        A oise, and blind to light;

        A rosy garland, and a weary head.

        2nd So

        -------t s enemy, -- France --

        5t,

        But t riucry of t day terial, and circumstantiated. time and place appropriates every one of t is not a fever of passion ing itself upon a t of dainty    a transdent passion pervading and illuminating a, pursuits, studies, feats of arms, temporaries and    of torical t affixes a date to tten.

        I    t I ceive t of t by tonness (I    it by a gentler name) akes every occasion of insulting t table talk, &c., (most profound and subtle , just) are more safely to be relied upon, on subjects and autiality for, tal prejudice against. Milton e Sos, and    ier to a patriot. But I o lose a fine idea from my mind. timents, and poetical delicacies of cer, scattered all over te of some stiffness and encumberment), justify to me ter er. I ot tic, t Sir P opprobrious t ility co term o mind tapo guide me to juster ts of iful lines in t;Friends Passion for rop; printed hers.

        You knerophel?

        (t I so say I knew,

        And    in possession still!) --

        t me to renew --

        Of    such,

        I ot Say -- you oo much.

        ithese woods of Arcady

        and pleasure took;

        And on tain Partheny,

        Upon tal liquid brook,

        t him every day,

        t taugo e, and say.

        ,

        divine:

        A t t

        Upon his lovely chearful eyne.

        to ly smile,

        You he while,

        A s attractive kind of grace;

        A full assurance given by looks;

        tinual fort in a face,

        ts of Gospel books --

        I tro tnance ot lye,

        s are legible in the eye.

        *****

        Above all othis is he,

        approved in his song,

        t love and    agree,

        And t pure love will do n.

        S Saints, it is no Sin or blame

        to love a man of virtuous name.

        Did never Love so sly breathe

        In any mortal breast before:

        Did never Muse inspire beh

        A Poets brain ore.

        e of Love ,

        Ay reard above .

        Or let any oe) in t in tion apanying ternal testimony I believe to be Lord Brookes, -- beginning ;Silence augme;and t of sucs could    termed him.
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