The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 08 (of 12)Hazlitt, William
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The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 08 (of 12)
Hazlitt, William
English essays -- 19th century
This simple and delicate description is only introduced as a foundation
for an elaborate metaphysical conceit as a parallel to it, in the next
stanza.
‘Little think’st thou (poor heart
That labour’st yet to nestle thee,
And think’st by hovering here to get a part
In a forbidden or forbidding tree,
And hop’st her stiffness by long siege to bow:)
Little think’st thou,
That thou to-morrow, ere the sun doth wake,
Must with this sun and me a journey take.’
This is but a lame and impotent conclusion from so delightful a
beginning.—He thus notices the circumstance of his wearing his late
wife’s hair about his arm, in a little poem which is called the Funeral:
‘Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Nor question much
That subtle wreath of hair, about mine arm;
The mystery, the sign you must not touch.’
The scholastic reason he gives quite dissolves the charm of tender and
touching grace in the sentiment itself—
‘For ’tis my outward soul,
Viceroy to that, which unto heaven being gone,
Will leave this to control,
And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.’
Again, the following lines, the title of which is Love’s Deity, are
highly characteristic of this author’s manner, in which the thoughts are
inlaid in a costly but imperfect mosaic-work.
‘_I long to talk with some old lover’s ghost,
Who died before the God of Love was born_:
I cannot think that he, who then lov’d most,
Sunk so low, as to love one which did scorn.
But since this God produc’d a destiny,
And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be;
I must love her that loves not me.’
The stanza in the Epithalamion on a Count Palatine of the Rhine, has
been often quoted against him, and is an almost irresistible
illustration of the extravagances to which this kind of writing, which
turns upon a pivot of words and possible allusions, is liable. Speaking
of the bride and bridegroom he says, by way of serious compliment—
‘Here lies a she-Sun, and a he-Moon there,
She gives the best light to his sphere;
Or each is both and all, and so
They unto one another nothing owe.’
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