Praise-God-Barebones names. The next contains one of those rare gleams of poetry which redeem the author, . . not indeed from neglect, . . but certainly from contempt.
These and such like be that rude regiment
That from the glittering sword of Michael fly;
They fly his outstretched arm, else were they shent,
If they unto this Castle did not hie,
Strongly within its walls to fortifie
ThemselvesGreat Dæmon hath no stronger hold
Than this high Tower. When the good Majesty
Shines forth in love and light, a vapour cold
And a black hellish smoke from hence doth all infold.
Here too are lines which none but a true poet could have written, and here the reader will again be reminded of Milton.
Fresh varnished groves, tall hills, and gilded clouds
Arching an eyelid for the gloring morn,
Fair clustred buildings which our sight so crouds
At distance, with high spires to heaven yborn,
Vast plains with lowly cottages forlorn
Rounded about with the low wavering sky.
