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of first-rate abilities for humour and comic painting, with an equally powerful command over the higher
But have a minde, wherever that thou be,
“On thee and me dependeth the trespace,
Touching our guilt and our great offence ;
“A mouth he has, but wordès hath he none;
Cannot complaine, alas ! for none outrage,
I stop here,” says Gray, “not because there are not great beauties in the remainder of this epistle, but because Lydgate, in the three last stanzas of this extract, has touched the very heart-strings of compassion with so masterly a hand, as to merit a place among the greatest poets. The learned reader will see the resemblance they bear to one of the most admirable remnants of all antiquity, I mean the fragment of Simonides (unhappily it is but a fragment), preserved to us by Dionysius Halicarnassensis; and yet, I believe that no one will imagine thạt Lydgate had ever seen or heard of it. As to Ovid, from
regions of fiction and imagination. Than The Thistle and the Rose, and The Golden Terge of the Scottish bard, there cannot be two poems of similar length which exhibit greater warmth and luxuriancy of description, or greater skill in the invention and arrangement of the allegorical imagery: They certainly rival in opulence and strength of colouring the most highly finished allegorical pictures of his great master Chaucer, for such he ever acknowledged him to be ; whilst, at the same time, in all that regards preservation of character, felicity of incident, and richness of humour, where, even in the Canterbury Tales, shall we find two pieces superior to The Twa Married Women and the Widow, and the Freirs of Berwick ? The latter narrative, more especially, is conducted, both as to its fable and its characters, with a thorough knowledge of human nature, with the most minute fidelity in point of description, and with a pungency and originality of humour which has seldom, if ever, been surpassed.
whom Boccaccio might borrow many of his ideas in this story, it will be easily seen, upon comparison, how far our poet has surpassed him.” Mathias's WORKS OF GRAY, Vol. ii. p. 66, et seq.
To these four capital pieces, Dunbar has added a multitude of minor productions, chiefly of a lyrical cast, and which are not less remarkable for their ethic and satiric vigour, than for their frequent touches of moral sublimity and bold personification, blended too, as is often the case, with strokes of genuine pathos. Of this description, amongst many others, are the poems entitled “ The Daunce," “ Lair is vain without Governance," “ On the Warlds Instabilitie," “ On Content," “ No Treasure without Gladnesse," and the “ Meditatioun, Written in Wynter.” In depicting the passions or fiends who form the Dramatis Personæ in the Daunce, the poet has introduced several features of mingled sublimity and terror, not unworthy even of the genius of Shakspeare; as, for instance, in the prosopopeia of Anger :
Then Ire came in with sturt and strife,
His hand was ay upon his knife; nor will the reader forbear to admire the sweet moral pathos which has given an undying charm to the beautiful stanzas on Winter.
If we now take a retrospect of our British poetry from the period of Dunbar to the commencement of the nineteenth century, excluding, however, the drama as a separate and distinct province, and, of course, all consideration of the mighty and diversified genius of Shakspeare, where, it may be asked, shall we find such another concentration of varied talent, such a blending of satire, and humour, and characteristic delineation, with the higher faculties subservient to passion, imagination, and lofty description, as we have just pointed out in the instances of Chaucer and Dunbar ?
Where, I will venture to reply, but in the person of BURNS ? who it may safely be asserted has rivalled these poets in humour, description, and moral satire, and even surpassed them in the pathetic, the terrible, and the sublime.
Of the merits of a poet so well known, and so deservedly popular as is Robert Burns, it would, in the present day, be altogether superfluous to enter into any formal discussion ; and for the purpose which I have in view, that of a brief comparison of his character and powers as a writer, with those which have been ascribed to Chaucer and Dunbar, little more is required than a classification, under a few distinct heads, of some of his best pieces, which, vividly recollected as they must be by nearly all,
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will, without any further criticism, establish the parallel intended.
In the first place, then, as productions which exhibit a great and equal portion of pathos and descriptive power, I may mention the poems entitled “ A Winter Night," “ Winter, a Dirge,” spondency,” “ Man was made to mourn,” “ The Lament,"
" " The Mountain Daisy," and the major part of the songs. These latter, indeed, are, for their exquisite tenderness, and the beauty of their local scenery, perfectly unrivalled. In the higher province of the pathetic and sublime, who will refuse to award a
marked distinction to “ The Cotter's Saturday Night,” to “ The Vision,” “ Bruce to his Troops,” and “ The Song of Death,” effusions warm from the heart, and instinct with all the energy, sublimity, and feeling, which patriotism, religion, and domestic affection could supply.
Of that remarkable interunion of humour with the deeper emotions of the mind and heart, which I have noticed as so strongly characterizing the muse of Burns, numerous instances might be selected ; but it will suffice, as examples of humour combined with tenderness, or moral satire, or vivid