The grief is this, that, sunk in Homer's mine, Proves dross when balanced in the Christian scale. TO A YOUNG FRIEND,* ON HIS ARRIVING AT CAMBRIDGE WET WHEN NO RAIN HAD IF Gideon's fleece, which drench'd with dew he found, INSCRIPTION FOR A HERMITAGE IN THE [May 1793.] THIS cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, * Mr Johnson, to whom the preceding sonnet was addressed. ↑ The poet was disappointed in the object for which this inscription was written, by the ruinous munificence of the carpenter he employed to erect his hermitage. He contemplated merely a rustic shed, and the village architect ran him up a costly pavilion. Cowper, in a letter to Hayley, complains of this expensive compliment to his taste: "Is not this vexatious? I threaten to inscribe it thus: 'Beware of building! I intended Rough logs and thatch, and thus it ended." In a subsequent letter, he says:— "Instead of a pound or two, spending a mint, "Besides, my dearest brother, they have not only built for me what I did not want, but have ruined a noble tetrastic by doing so. I had written one which I designed for a hermitage, and it will by no means suit the fine and affair which they have made instead of one. pompous INSCRIPTION FOR A MOSS-HOUSE IN THE HERE, free from riot's hated noise, A friend or book bestows; Far from the storms that shake the great, THE FOUR AGES.* (A BRIEF FRAGMENT OF AN EXTENSIVE PROJECTED POEM.) "I COULD be well content, allow'd the use Of past experience, and the wisdom glean'd Of fewer errors, on a second proof!" Thus while grey evening lull'd the wind, and call'd Fresh odours from the shrubbery at my side, Taking my lonely winding walk, I mused, And held accustom'd conference with my heart; When from within it thus a voice replied: "Couldst thou in truth? and art thou taught at length This wisdom, and but this, from all the past? Is not the pardon of thy long arrear, Time wasted, violated laws, abuse Of talents, judgment, mercies, better far Than opportunity vouchsafed to err With less excuse, and, haply, worse effect?" *The subject indicated in this fragment was suggested in 1791, by the Rev. Mr Buchanan, who sketched the design of a poem intended to embrace the four stages of human life-infancy, youth, manhood, and old age, and recommended it to Cowper as being peculiarly suited to his powers. Cowper entered zealously into the project, and frequently alluded to it in his correspondence as an undertaking to which he looked forward with pleasure. But he was at this time engrossed by his last labours on Homer, and his contem. plated edition of Milton, and was obliged to postpone it indefinitely. In 1793, he writes, "The Four Ages is a subject that delights me when I think of it; but I am ready to fear that all my ages will be exhausted before I shall be at leisure to write upon it." This fragment, apparently intended as a memorandum for an introduction, was all he accomplished towards the poem. March 1799, when his mind was sinking under the influence of disease, Mr Johnson, endeavouring gently to draw him back into literary occupation, placed before him the paper containing this broken passage. But, after altering a little and adding a few lines, Cowper relinquished the task, observ ing that "it was too great a work for him to attempt in his present situation.' " In I heard, and acquiesced: then to and fro My gravelly bounds, from self to human kind Deep mysteries both! which schoolmen must have toil'd It is an evil incident to man, And of the worst, that unexplored he leaves ON A PLANT OF VIRGIN'S BOWER, DESIGNED TO COVER A GARDEN-SEAT. THRIVE, gentle plant! and weave a bower And deck with many a splendid flower, Thou camest from Eartham, and wilt shade Some future day the illustrious head Of him who made thee mine. Should Daphne shew a jealous frown, Such honour'd brows as they, Thy cause with zeal we shall defend, TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ.* DEAR architect of fine chateaux in air, Oh for permission from the skies to share, But I am bankrupt now; and doom'd henceforth A TALE.+ [June 1793.] IN Scotland's realm, where trees are few, But where, however bleak the view, Some better things are found; * Hayley proposed at this time a literary partnership to Cowper, but what the work was to be does not appear. In these lines, Cowper pleads his occupations-Homer and Milton-as a reason for declining to engage in the project. He is still more explicit in the letter that accompanied them. "I know my. self too well not to know that am nobody in verse, unless in a corner, and alone, and unconnected in my operations. I am so made up-I will not enter into a metaphysical analysis of my strange composition, in order to detect the true cause of this evil; but on a general view of the matter, I suspect that it proceeds from that shyness which has been my effectual and almost fatal hindrance on many other important occasions, and which I should feel, I well know, on this, to a degree that would perfectly cripple me." He adds, that he could not attempt anything in concert with any man, even his own father or brother were they alive, unless it should please God to give him another nature. There is a scrap of verse in one of these letters to Hayley which should not be lost. It is complaining of the heat, which disables him from writing: "Ah! brother poet! send me of your shade, This tale is founded on an article which appeared in the Buckinghamshire Herald, Saturday, June 1, 1793:-"Glasgow, May 23. In a block, or pulley, near the head of the mast of a gabert, now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay For husband there and wife may boast And false ones are as rare almost As hedgerows in the wild; In Scotland's realm forlorn and bare The history of a wedded pair, The spring drew near, each felt a breast They pair'd, and would have built a nest, The heaths uncover'd and the moors Long time a breeding-place they sought, A ship?-could such a restless thing Or was the merchant charged to bring Hush!-silent hearers profit most- Proved kinder to them than the coast, But such a tree! 'twas shaven deal, And had a hollow with a wheel Through which the tackle pass'd. Within that cavity aloft Their roofless home they fix'd, Four ivory eggs soon pave its floor, The vessel weighs, forsakes the shore, at Greenock, and was followed hither by both birds. Though the block is occasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock, however, visits the nest but seldom, while the hen never leaves it but when she descends to the hull for food." |