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Lastly, stood WAR, in glittering arms yelad,
With visage grim, stern look'd, and blackly hued:
In his right hand a naked sword he had,
That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued ;
And in his left (that kings and kingdoms rued)
Famine and fire he held, and therewithal
He razed towns, and threw down towers and all :
In mids of which depainted there we found
Deadly DeBATE, all full of snaky hair
That with a bloody fillet was ybound,
Outbreathing nought but discord every where :
And round about were pourtray'd, here and there,
The hugy hosts; DARIUs and his power,
His kings, his princes, peers, and all his flower.—
But Troy, (alas!) methought, above them all,
It made mine eyes in very tears consume ;
When I beheld the woeful word befall,
That by the wrathful will of gods was come,
And Jove's unmoved sentence and foredoom
On PRI AM king and on his town so bent,
I could not lin but I must there lament;
And that the more, fith destiny was so stern
As, force perforce, there might no force avail
But she must fall: and, by her fall, we learn
That cities, towers, wealth, world, and all shall quail;
No manhood, might, nor nothing mought prevail ;
All were there prest, full many a prince and peer,
And many a knight that sold his death full dear:
Not worthy Hector, worthiest of them all,
Her hope, her joy, his force is now for nought:
O Troy, Troy, Troy, there is no boot but bale !
The hugy horse within thy walls is brought;
Thy turrets fall; thy knights, that whilom fought
In arms amid the field, are slain in bed ;
Thy gods defil'd, and all thy honour dead :
And PR1AM eke, in vain how he did run
To arms, whom PyRRhus with despite hath done
To cruel death, and bath'd him in the baign
Of his son's blood before the altar slain.
But how can I descrive the doleful fight
That in the shield so lively fair did shine
Sith in this world, I think, was never wight
Could have set forth the half not half so fine :
I can no more, but tell how there is seen
Fair ILIUM fall in burning red gledes down,
And, from the soil, great Troy, Nept UNus' town.
These shadowy inhabitants of hell-gate are conceived with the vigour of a creative imagination, and described with great force of expression. They are delineated with that fulness of proportion, that invention of pićturesque attributes, distinétness, animation, and amplitude, of which Spenser is commonly supposed to have given the first specimens in our language, and which are charaćteristical of his poetry. We may venture to pronounce that Spenser, at least, caught his manner of designing allegorical personages from this model, which so greatly enlarged the former narrow bounds of our ideal imagery, as that it may justly be deemed an original in that style of painting. For we must not forget, that it is to this INDuction that Spenser alludes, in a sonnet prefixed to his Pastorals, in 1579, addressed To the right honourable THE LoRD of Buckhu Rs.T., one of her maieffies priuie councell.
In vaine I thinke, right honourable lord,
By this rude rime to memorize thy name,
Whose learned Muse hath writ her owne record
In golden verse, worthy immortal fame.
Thou much more fit, were leisure for the same,
Thy gracious soveraignes prayses to compile,
And her imperiall majestie to frame
In loftie numbers and heroick stile.
The readers of the FAERIE QUEENE will easily point out many particular passages which Sackville's INDuction suggested
From this scene Sor Row, who is well known to Charon, and to Cerberus the hideous bound of bell, leads the poet over the loathsome lake of rude Acheron, to the dominions of Pluto, which are described in numbers too beautiful to have been relished by his cotemporaries, or equalled by his successors.
Thence come we to the horrour and the hell,
The large great kyngdomes, and the dreadful raygne
Of Pluto in his trone where he dyd dwell,
The wide waste places, and the hugie playne ;
The waylinges, shrykes, and sundry sorts of payne,
The syghes, the sobbes, the depe and deadly groane,
Earth, ayer, and all resounding playnt and moane".
Thence did we passe the threefold emperie
To the utmost boundes where Rhadamanthus raignes,
Where proud folke waile their wofull miserie ;
Where dreadfull din of thousand dragging chaines,
And baleful shriekes of ghosts in deadly paines
From hence upon our way we forward passe,
And through the groves and uncoth pathes we goe,
Which leade unto the Cyclops walles of brasse:
And where that mayne broad flood for aye doth floe,
Which parts the gladsome fields from place of woe:
Whence none shall ever passet' Elizium plaine,
Or from Elizium ever turne againe.
Loe here, quoth Sor Rowe, Princes of renowne
That whilom sate on top of Fortune's wheele,
Now laid full low, like wretches whurled downe
Even with one frowne, that staid but with a smile, &c.
They pass in order before Sor Row and the poet. The first is Henry duke of Buckingham, a principal instrument of king Richard the third.
Then first came Henry duke of Buckingham,
His cloake of blacke, all pild, and quite forlorne,
Wringing his handes, and Fortune oft doth blame,
Which of a duke hath made him now her skorne;
With gastly lokes, as one in maner lorne,
Oft spred his armes, stretcht handes he joynes as fast,
With rufull cheere and vapored eyes upcast.