That shone full sheen with gold and with azure, Duly in honour of them that were strangers, THOMAS OCCLEVE. (1370 ?-1454.) ANOTHER young contemporary and disciple of Chaucer was Thomas Occleve, a lawyer in London, and, for twenty years of his life, a writer to the Privy Seal. His works, produced chiefly in the reign of Henry V. (1413-1422), included La Male Regle (the Mis-rule) de T. Hoccleve, some devotional and occasional verses, and an English version of a Latin treatise of Egidius, a Roman writer of 1250, called De Regimine Principum (on the Art of Governing). In the Prologue to this poem occur some pathetic verses upon the death of Chaucer, written probably soon after the event, and incorporated some years later in the poem. Upon the margin of one of the MSS. of the De Regimine, now in the British Museum, Occleve painted his famous little coloured portrait of Chaucer. Few of Occleve's works have found their way into print. Even the De Regimine, the most important of them, exists only in manuscript; but its author will always hold a place among our early poets on account of his graceful and reverent homage to Chaucer, his "dear master and father." FROM DE REGIMINE PRINCIPUM. OCCLEVE'S LAMENT FOR CHAUCER. My dearè master-God his soul acquit !— And father, Chaucer, fain would have me taught ; Despoiled hath this land of the sweetness Was never man so like amongest us. Thou suedest eke: 3 men knowè well enow JAMES I. OF SCOTLAND. THIS Scottish prince was educated as a royal prisoner in England through the reigns of Henry IV. and Henry V. During his captivity he was an enthusiastic student of poetry, and at length himself produced one of the most graceful poems that exist in old English. The King's Quhair (King's Book) is written in the seven-lined stanza of Chaucer's Troilus and Creseide. The main incident of the Quhair is nearly identical with that of Chaucer's Knight's Tale, where the captive youths discover Emilie walking in the prison garden. It may have been that Chaucer's story, which was in its turn a reproduction of the Teseide of Boccaccio, together with the similarity, in some points, of his own fate to that of Palamon and Arcite, suggested to the young king the plot of the Quhair. The common story is, however, that the Beauty of James's prison-garden was the Lady Jane Beaufort, first cousin of Henry V., who became eventually Queen of Scot 1 Cicero. 3 Followedst also. 2 Equal to. 4 Encumbrance of the world, i.e. Death. 5 Slain. 6 Hasty. land and mother of the royal line of the subsequent Stuarts. James's death, by assassination in 1437, thirteen years after his return to Scotland, cut short a life of rare promise; and the King's Quhair is the only literary work attributed with certainty to his pen. Although this poem may be called a close imitation of Chaucer, there are in it marks of independent genius, and a beautiful freedom of fancy and of language not to be found in other Chaucerian poems of that period. FROM THE KING'S QUHAIR. THE CAPTIVE KING. Whereas in ward1 full oft I would bewail That I behold, and I a creäture Put from all this, hard is mine aventure! The bird, the beast, the fish eke in the sea, THE PRISON-GARDEN. Bewailing in my chamber thus alone, Now was there made, fast by the Tower's wall, 1 Prison. 2 Done guilty. 3 Since every being. An herbere1 green, with wandès long and small 4 So thick the boughès and the leavès green And on the smallè greenè twistis sat ... "Worship, ye that lovers been, this May, Thank Love, that list you to his mercy call." When they this song had sung a little thraw,7 From bough to bough they hippèd 10 and they played, Their feathers new, and fret them in the sun, A FIRST LOVE. Oft would I think, " O Lord, what may this be May he our heartès setten and unbind? 1 Woody retreat, from Herbarium. 4 Compare Chaucer, ante, p. 28. 2 Knitted close. 5 Amid. 3 Living person. 7 A little time. Hath he upon our hearts such mastery, "And, gif he be of so great excellence And therewith cast I down mine eye again, 66 5 Ah, sweet! are ye a worldly creäture, "Gif" ye a goddess be, and that ye like That loves you all, and wot1o of nought but woe! When I a little thraw 11 had made my moan, That suddenly my wit, my countenance, My heart, my will, my nature, and my mind, Of her array the form gif I shall write, 4 Soon after. 8 Maketh me to sigh. |