If I may gone upon hir honde, There may no worldes joye last― Hir ought of mercy for to slake." His description of parting with his mistress is natural, and described with true poetry : And than I bidde God hir see' may be Chaucer's. 41 Gower's Confess, book 4. p. 116. CHAP IV. POEMS OF JOHN BOOK HISTORYOF I tourne ayene and feigne a thynge, With all my herte I curse and banne, That ever slepe was made for eye." Gower delights to indulge in these effusions. On another occasion, he says In every place, in every stede, For than this collacion, I make unto my selven ofte; And say- O Lorde how she is softe; How she is rounde; how she is small; Nothing can more vividly display the feelings of love in all its romantic gallantry, than these lines:What thynge she byt me don, I do. And where she byt me gon, I go. 42 Gower's Confess. book 4. p. 116. 43 Ib. p. 103. And whan hir list to clepe, I come— And whan she stont, than woll I stonde: And whan she taketh hir werke on honde, Of wevying or of embroudrie, Than can I not but muse and prie Upon hir fingers longe and smale.** His pictures breathe all the features of real life: And if it fall as for a tyme, Hir liketh nought abide by me, I play with hir littell hounde, Nowe on the bed, now on the grounde. CHAP. POEMS OF JOHN BOOK VIII. There are many pleasing passages of this sort, which compel us to say that no English poet seems HISTORYOF SO truly to have felt, and so forcibly to have described, the passion of love in its true sentiment and chivalry, as our neglected Gower. ENGLISH POETRY. Sometimes he has a little touch of the Donne and Cowley witticisms. Thus, Genius having told the story of Medusa, asks him if he has ever misused his eyes? He answers Myn hert is growen into stone, Hathe suche a printe of love grave That I can noght my selfe save.17 But these false fancies are rare. His stories are usually told in a plain and even style, but with much nature and unaffected feeling. He has not indeed the polished selection of thought which we now require; he does not usually in his descriptions seize upon the incident or the little features, which so often in Chaucer convey the narration to the heart; but he always gives the natural tho unadorned flow of a mind highly cultivated for his day, and sometimes he is interesting. Thus, in the shocking story of the princess Canace, who was led by unguarded familiarities into a great crime, and was delivered of a child. Her companion in the guilt fled, and her enraged father vowed to punish her vindictively: Betwene the wave of wode and wroth, 47 Gower's Confess. book 4. p. 21. 'Have mercy! Father!-Thynke I am But nowe it is befall so, Mercy-my father! do no wreche!' And with that worde she loste speche; Her father will not forgive her, sword to destroy herself with it. and sends her a She promises to obey him; and sits down to write her last letter to her seducer, whom she still loves : O thou my sorrow and my gladness! O thou my hele and my sickness! Let him be buried in my grave Beside me In my right honde my penne I holde, And in my lefte my swerde kepe; And in my barme ther lieth to wepe And thinke how I thy love abie." Many touches of nature occur in his tales. Thus in his Constance: In consequence of a false accusation and forged orders, she was put into a ship with CHAP. IV. POEMS OF |