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bliss, he thought, did not demand it. The gentle beast that Una rode, would not have cut a very piquant figure in the forest scenery of Mr. Gilpin. But if Coleridge means picturesque in the sense of fitness for picture, and very striking fitness, then the recollections of the masks, or the particular comparison of Prince Arthur's crest with the almond tree (which is the proof he adduces) made him forget the innumerable instances in which the pictorial power is exhibited. Nor was Spenser unaware, nay, he was deeply sensible of the other feeling of the picturesque, as may be seen by his seagods' beards (when Proteus kisses Amoret), his "rank grassy fens," his "weeds of glorious feature,” his oaks "half dead," his satyrs, gloomy lights, beautiful but unlucky grounds, &c. &c. &c. (for in this sense of the word, there are feelings of the invisible corresponding with the stronger forms of the picturesque). He has himself noticed the theory in his Bower of Bliss, and thus anticipated the modern taste in landscape gardening, the idea of which is supposed to have originated with Milton :—

One would have thought (so cunningly the rude
And scorned parts were mingled with the fine)
That Nature had for wantonness ensued

Art, and that Art at Nature did repine.
So, striving each the other to undermine,
Each did the other's work more beautify.

But the reader will judge for himself.

I have attached to each of the pictures in this Spenser Gallery the name of the painter, of whose genius it reminded me; and I think the connoisseur will allow, that the assignment was easy, and that the painter-poet's range of art is equally wide and wonderful.


Character, Spiritual Love; Painter for it, Raphael.

She was a woman in her freshest age,
Of wondrous beauty and of bounty rare,
With goodly grace and comely personage,
That was on earth not easy to compare ;
Full of great love; but Cupid's wanton snare
As hell she hated, chaste in work and will;
Her neck and breasts were ever open bare,

That ay thereof her babes might suck their fill;

The rest was all in yellow robes arrayèd still.

A multitude of babes about her hung

Playing their sports, that joy'd her to behold,
Whom still she fed, whilst they were weak and young,
But thrust them forth still as they waxèd old;
And on her head she wore a tire of gold
Adorn'd with gems and owches wondrous fair,*
Whose passing price uneath was to be told;
And by her side there sate a gentle pair24

Of turtle doves, she sitting in an ivory chair.

* Owches wondrous fair. Owches are carcanets or ranges of jewels.

+ Uneath. Scarcely, with difficulty.

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24" And by her side," &c.-This last couplet brings at once before us all the dispassionate graces and unsuperfluous treatment of Raphael's allegorical females.


Character, Sweetness without Devotedness; Painter, Correggio.

With him went Hope in rank, a handsome maid,

Of cheerful look, and lovely to behold:

In silken samite she was light array'd,

And her fair locks were woven up in gold.25
She alway smil'd ;—and in her hand did hold
An holy-water sprinkle dipp'd in dew,
With which she sprinkled favours manifold
On whom she list, and did great liking shew;
Great liking unto many, but true love to few.

25 “ And her fair locks," &c.—What a lovely line is that! and with a beauty how simple and sweet is the sentiment portrayed in the next three words,"She alway smil❜d!" But almost every line of the stanza is lovely, including the felicitous Catholic image of the

Holy-water sprinkle dipp'd in dew.

Correggio is in every colour and expression of the picture.


Character, Potency in Weakness; Painter, Raphael.

In Satyr's shape, Antiope he snatch'd

And like a fire, when he Ægine essay'd;

A shepherd, when Mnemosyne he catch'd;
And like a serpent to the Thracian maid.

While thus on earth great Jove these pageants play'd,
The winged boy did thrust into his throne;

And scoffing, thus unto his mother said:

"Lo! now the heavens obey to me alone,
And take me for their Jove, whilst Jove to earth is gone."


Character, Genial Strength, Grace, and Luxury; Painter,

First came great Neptune with his three-fork'd mace,
That rules the seas and makes them rise or fall;
His dewy locks did drop with brine apace,
Under his diadem imperial:

And by his side his queen, with coronal,
Fair Amphitrite, most divinely fair,
Whose ivory shoulders weren covered all,
As with a robe, with her own silver hair,

And deck'd with pearls which the Indian seas for her prepare.

These marchèd far afore the other crew,

And all the way before them as they went
Triton his trumpet shrill before him blew,
For goodly triumph and great jolliment,
That made the rocks to roar as they were rent.

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Then was there heard a most celestial sound
Of dainty music, which did next ensue
Before the spouse. That was Arion, crown'd;

Who playing on his harp, unto him drew
The ears and hearts of all that goodly crew;
That even yet the dolphin which him bore
Through the Ægean seas from pirates' view
Stood still by him, astonish'd at his lore,
And all the raging seas for joy forgot to roar.

So went he playing on the watery plain.26

26" So went he," &c.-This sweet, placid, and gently progressing line is one of Spenser's happy samples of alliteration. And how emphatic is the information

That was Arion, crown'd.


Character, Superhuman Energy and Rage; Painter, Michael


In his strong arms he stiffly him embrac'd,

Who, him gain-striving, nought at all prevail'd;

Then him to ground he cast and rudely haled,
And both his hands fast bound behind his back,
And both his feet in fetters to an iron rack.

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