I remember two honest lines by Marvel (whose poems by the way I am just going to possess)
Where every Mower’s wholesome heat
Smells like an Alexander’s Sweat.
[‘Appleton House, ’ ll. 427-8]
(b) Extract from ‘The Old Benchers of the Inner Temple, ’ London Magazine, September, 1821; reprinted from The Works, II, pp. 83-4.
It was a pretty device of the gardener, recorded by Marvell, who, in the days of artificial gardening, made a dial out of herbs and flowers. I must quote his verses a little higher up, for they are full, as all his serious poetry was, of a witty delicacy. They will not come in awkwardly, I hope, in a talk of fountains and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes:
[Quotes in telescoped fashion, stt. 5, 6, 7, then 9 of ‘The Garden’. ]
An acute critic, William Hazlitt (1778-1830) made several, if brief, mentions of Marvell’s poetry in his lectures and in his anthology of British poetry which did much to make the poet’s name familiar to the public.
The extracts are from the Complete Works, ed. P. P. Howe (1931): (a) V, p. 83; (b) VI, p. 54; (c) VI, pp. 311, 314.
(a) From Lectures on the English Poets (1818; with errata, 1819).
Marvel is a writer of nearly the same period and worthy of a better age. Some of his verses are harsh, as the words of Mercury; others