Lives of the English Poets : Waller, Milton, Cowley by Samuel Johnson
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which, for many years, had been missing."
Genius now and then produces a lucky trifle. We still read the Dove of Anacreon, and Sparrow of Catullus: and a writer naturally pleases himself with a performance, which owes nothing to the subject. But compositions merely pretty have the fate of other pretty things, and are quitted in time for something useful; they are flowers fragrant and fair, but of short duration; or they are blossoms to be valued only as they foretell fruits. Among Waller's little poems are some, which their excellency ought to secure from oblivion; as, To Amoret, comparing the different modes of regard with which he looks on her and Sacharissa; and the verses on Love, that begin, "Anger in hasty words or blows." In others he is not equally successful; sometimes his thoughts are deficient, and sometimes his expression. The numbers are not always musical; as, Fair Venus, in thy soft arms The god of rage confine: For thy whispers are the charms Which only can divert his fierce design. What though he frown, and to tumult do incline; Thou the flame Kindled in his breast canst tame With that snow which unmelted lies on thine. |
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