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self, although doubtless annoyed by it, could not refrain from joining in the mirth which it excited at his expense. The friendship between Marvell and Milton remained firm and unbroken to the last. The former exerted himself to save his illustrious friend from persecution, and omitted no opportunity to defend him as a politician and to eulogize him as a poet. In 1654 he presented to Cromwell Milton's noble tract in _Defence of the People of England_, and, in writing to the author, says of the work, "When I consider how equally it teems and rises with so many figures, it seems to me a Trajan's column, in whose winding ascent we see embossed the several monuments of your learned victories." He was one of the first to appreciate _Paradise Lost_, and to commend it in some admirable lines. One couplet is exceedingly beautiful, in its reference to the author's blindness:-- "Just Heaven, thee like Tiresias to requite, Rewards with prophecy thy loss of sight." His poems, written in the "snatched leisure" of an active political life, bear marks of haste, and are very unequal. In the midst of passages of pastoral description worthy of Milton himself, feeble lines and hackneyed phrases occur. His _Nymph lamenting the Death of her Fawn_ is a finished and elaborate piece, full of grace and tenderness. _Thoughts in a Garden_ will be remembered by the quotations of that exquisite critic, Charles Lamb. How pleasant is this picture! "What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. "Here at this fountain's sliding foot, Or at the fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide. There like a bird it sits and sings, And whets and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. "How well the skilful gard'ner drew Of flowers
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