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But, oh? commit not thy prophetic nent, and on which the finger of mind

criticism has never rested: To flitting leaves, the sport of ev'ry Scarce had he spoken, when the cloud wind:

gave way, Lest they disperse in air our empty The mists flew upward, and dissolvid fate :

in day. Write not, but, what the pow'rs or- The Trojan chief appear’d in open dain, relate.

sight, Struggling in vain, impatient of her August in visage and serenely bright.

load, And lab'ring underneath the pond'rous

In the second book, which is god,

throughout excellent, few passages The more she strove to shake him

have pleased me more than the defrom her breast,

scription of the last efforts and the With more and far superior force he death of Priam.... Though it must press'd:

be familiar to the scholar, yet he Commands his entrance, and without will be pleased to see it in this way controul,

recalled to his remembrance.... The Usurps her organs, and inspires her translation of Dryden is full of his soul.

peculiarities and strength of phrase, Now, with a furious blast, the hun

Perhaps you may of Priam's fate indred doors Ope of themselves : a rushing

quire.

He, when he saw his regal town on whirlwind roars

fire, Within the cave; and Sibyl's voice

His ruin'd palace, and his ent'ring restores.

foes,

On ev'ry side inevitable woes; The second and fourth books are In arms, disus'd, invests his limbs the highest displays of Virgil's ge- decay'd nius. They contain the most in- Like them, with age; a late and useteresting narrations in the Æneid. less aid. The second book is the most mag. His feeble shoulders scarce the nificent, the fourth generally most

weight sustain: tender. Next to these, no part of

part of Loaded, not arm’d, he creeps along the work has pleased me more than

with pain; the Episode of Nisus and Euryalus.

Despairing of success : ambitious

to be slain ! Whatever may be the defects of

Uncover'd but by heav'n, there stood Virgil as an epic poet....he, in the

in view music of his numbers, in the selec- An altar; near the hearth a laurel tion of his words, has never been

grew; excelled.... In judgment he stands Dodder'd with age, whose boughs enbefore Homer, though he is very compass round far behind him in genius....After The houshold gods, and shade the these observations which have been holy ground. adventurously, and perhaps too Here Hecuba, with all her helpless carlessly thrown out, I shall pro train ceed to suggest to the attention of Of dames, for shelter sought, but the reader some extracts from the

sought in vain. Æneid, which I have not seen par. Driv'n like a flock of doves along the ticularly noticed, and which to me

sky, were striking and above the com

Their images they hug, and to their

altars fly. mon level of Virgil's poetry....For

The queen, when she beheld her trem. a very sufficient reason I shall take

bling lord, all the passages from Dryden's

And hanging by his side a heavy translation. The portrait of Eneas,

sword, when first discovered to the eyes of

What rage, she cry'd, has seiz'd my Dido, has been deservedly admired. husband's mind; In that description, however, there What arms are these and to what are four lines which are pre-emi. use design.d?

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These times want other aids: were Just, and but barely, to the mark it Hector here,

held, Ev'n Hector now in vain, like Priam And faintly tinckl'd on the brazen would appear.

shield. With us one common shelter thou Then Pyrrhus thus: Go thou from shalt find,

me to fate; Or in one common fate with us be And to my father my foul deeds rejoin'd.

late. She said, and with a last salute em- Now die : with that he dragg'd the brac'd

trembling sire, The poor old man, and by the laurel Slidd'ring thro' clotter'd blood and

holy mire, Behold Polites, one of Priam's sons, (The minglid paste his murder'd son Pursu'd by Pyrrhus, there for safety had made,) runs.

Haul'd from beneath the violated Thro' swords, and foes, amaz'd and shade; hurt he flies

And on the sacred pile, the royal vicThro' empty courts, and open galle tim laid. ries:

His right hand held his bloody fauHim Pyrrhus, urging with his lance, chion bare ; pursues ;

His left he twisted in his hoary hair: And often reaches, and his thrusts Then, with a speeding thrust, his rénews.

heart he found: The youth transfix'd, with lamenta. The lukewarm blood came rushing ble cries

thro' the wound, Expires, before his wretched parent's And sanguine streams disdain’d the eyes.

sacred ground. Whom, gasping at his feet, when Thus Priam fell: and shar'd one comPriam saw,

mon fate The fear of death gave place to na. With Troy in ashes, and his ruin'd ture's law.

state : And shaking more with anger, than He, who the sceptre of all Asia with age,

sway'd, The gods, said he, requite thy brutal Whom monarchs like domestic slaves • rage :

obey'd, As sure they will, barbarian, sure On the bleak shore now lies th'abanthey must,

don'd king, If there be gods in heav'n, and gods * A headless carcase and a nameles be just:

thing. Who tak'st in wrongs an insolent delight;

The following picture from the With a son's death t’infect a father's third book is vivid, and must gra

sight. Not he, whom thou and lying fame in description. Dryden, by his bold

tify all who are fond of minuteness conspire To call thee bis: not he. thy vaunted pencil, has strengthened the fines sire,

which are discoverable in the ori. Thus us'd ny wretched age; the gods ginal.

he fear'd, The laws of nature and of nations In sha

a of nation. In shady woods we pass the tedious heard.

night, He cheer'd my sorrows, and for sums Where bellowing sounds and groans of gold

our souls afiright. The bloodless carcase of my Hector

e of mv Hertor Of which no cause is offer'd to the sold;

sight. Pity'd the woes a parent underwent. For not one star was kindled in the And sent me back in safety from his

sky;

" Now could the moon her borrow'd tent. This said, his feeble hand a jav'lin light supply:

threw, Which flutt'rivg, seem'd to loiter as This whole line is taken from it flew :

Sir Jolin Denlam.

For misty clouds involv'd the firma- Young Pallas shone conspicuous o'er ment;

the rest; The stars were muffled, and the moon Guilded his arms, embroider'd was was pent.

his vest; Scarce had the rising sun the day So, from the seas, exalts his radiant reveal'd ;

head Scarce had his heat the pearly dons The star, by whom the lights of hea. dispellid;

ven are led ; When from the woods there bolts, Shakes from his rosy locks the pearly before our sight,

dews; Somewhat betwixt a mortal and a Dispels the darkness, and the day spright.

renews. So thin, so ghastly meagre, and sowan, The trembling wives, the walls and So bare of flesh, he scarce resembled turrets crowd: man.

And follow, with their eyes, the This thing, all tatter'd, seem'd from dusty cloud ; far t'implore,

Which winds disperse by fits; and Our pious aid, and pointed to the shew from far shore. .

The blaze of arms, and shields, and We look behind; then view his shaggy shinning war, beard;

The troops, drawn up in beautiful His clothes were tagg'd with thorns, array,

and filth his limbs besmear'd: O'er heathy plains pursue the ready The rest, in mien, in habit, and in way. face,

Repeated peals of shouts are heard Appear'd a Greek, and such indeed around; he was.

The neighing coursers answer to He cast on us, from far, a frightful the sound. view,

And shake with horny hoofs the Whom soon for Trojans and for foes solid ground.

he knew: Stood still, and paus'd; then all at Will the reader excuse me for once began

offering to his attention the subseTo stretch his limbs, and trembled as quent long passage from the Epi. he ran.

sode of Nisus and Eurvalus. I Soon as approach'd, upon his knees could not curtail it without presenthe falls,

ing it in an injured form, and it will And thus with tears and sighs for pity reward the minutest examination calls.

which can be bestowed upon it. Now by the pow'rs above, and what The lines marked in italics appear we share

to me uncommonly excellent. From nature's common gift this vital air,

The speedy horse all passages belay, O Trojans take me hence: I beg no And spur their smoking steeds to cross more,

their way; But bear me far from this unhappy And watch each entrance of the winding shore.

wood;

Black was the forest, thick with beech The representation of a battle

it stood : march, contained in the following Horrid with fern, and intricate with lines, is both beautiful and magni.

thorn, ficent, and the comparison true and Few paths of human feet or tracks of ill-istrative :

beasts were worn. 'The horsemen march; the gates are the darkness of the shades, his heavy open'd wide ;

prey, Æneas at their head, Achates by his And fear, misled the younger from side.

his way: Next these the Trojan leaders rode But Nisus hit the turis, with happier along;

haste, I.ast, follows in the rear, th' Arca. And thoughtless of his friend, the dian throng

forest pass'di

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And Alban plains, from Alba's name Piere'd his thin armonr, drank his so callid,

vital blood, Where king Latinus then his oxen And in his body left the broken wood. stall'd.

He staggers round, his eye-balls roll Till turning at the length, he stood in death, his ground,

And with short sobs he gasps away And miss'd his friend, and cast his his breath. eyes around ;

All stand amaz'd, a second jay'lin Ah wretch, he cry'd where have I left flies, behind

With equal strength, and quivers thro' Th' unhapppy youth, where shall I the skies ; hope to find ?

This thro' thy temples, Tagus, forca Or what way take! Again he ventures the way, back

And in the brain-pan warmly bury'd And treads the mazes of his former lay.

Fierce Volscens foam with rage, and He winds the wood, and listning gazing round, hears the noise

Descry'd not him who gave the fatal Of trampling coursers, and the rider's wouitd ; voice.

Nor knew to fix revenge ; but thou, The sound approach'd, and suddenly he cries, he view'd

Shalt pay for both, and at the pris'ner The foes enclosing, and his friend fies,

With his drawn sword. Then struck Forlay'd and taken, while he strove with deep despair, in vain,

That cruel sight the lover could not The shelter of the friendly shades to bear; gain.

But from his covert rush'd in open What should he next attempt! what view, arms employ,

And sent his voice before him as he What fruitless force to free the cap fiew. tive boy?

Me, me, he cry'd, turn all your Or desperate should he rush and lose swords alone bis life,

On me; the fact confess'd, the fault With odds oppress'd, in such unequal my own, strife?

He neither could, nor durst, the guiltKesolvd at length, his pointed spear less youth; he shook;

Ye moon and stars bear witness to the And casting on the moon a mournful truth! look,

His orly crime, (if friendship can Guardian of groves, and goddess of ofiend,) the night;

Is too much love to his unhappy Fair queen, he said, direct my dart friend, aright;

Too late he speaks; the sword, which If e'er my pious father for my sake

fury guides, Did grateful off 'rings on thy altars Driv'n with full force, had pierc'd his make;

tender sides, Or I increas'd them with my sylvan Down fell the beauteous youth; the toils,

yawning wound And hung thy holy roofs with saraze Gushdonia purple stream, and stain'd spoils;

the ground. Give me to scatter these. Then from his snowy neck reclines upon his his car

breas, Ile pois’d, and aim'd, and launch'd Like a fair flow'r by the keen share the trembling spear.

oppressid ; The deadly weapon, hissing from the Like a white porpy sinking on the srove,

plain, Impetuous on the back of Sulmo Whose heavy bead is overcharg'd with druvc:

rain.

ON THE IMPROPRIETY OF LOOK

After I have extracted one more was a soil not so rich, but it was passage from the Æneid, I shall cultivated with more care, it was close the present No. of Critical a luxuriant garden in which were Notices, with a few short sentences permitted to spring but few or no on the comparative merits of the weeds. versification of Dryden and Pope in

1. O. their respective epic translations.

The two following extracts describe the inquietudes and tortures of a dreamful sleep. The terrible For the Literary Magazine. apparition, commonly called the night-mare, has been variously de

ING INTO FUTURITY. scribed by poets, as it assumes different shapes. Darwin's luxuriant

" In human hearts, what bolder pencil has attempted its portrait with considerable success........but

thought can rise bolder and more original outlines

Than man's presumption on

to-morrow's dawn? are to be found in the picture which

Where is to-morrow ?.........IN Sotheby has given in his translation

ANOTHER WORLD!" of Wieland's Oberon, of this midnight hag.

ASPIRING MORTAL!....... when And as when heavy sleep has clos'd wilt thou learn thy duty, and the sight,

act consistently with the sense of The sickly fancy labours in the night; it in thy own breast? When will We seem to run ; and, destitute of thy arrogance meet with its just force,

sentence....When wilt thou be renOur sinking limbs forsake us in the dered more dignified in thy nature course :

and thy actions, by the practice of In vain we heave for breath; in

humility, by an acceptance of thy vain we cry: The nerves unbrac'd, their usual

own good, and a proper condemna

tion of that censurable curiosity, strength deny; And, on the tongue the falt'ring

which leads thee to be dissatisfied accents die.

with the present, and seek to de

velope that which is not in thy The critical world is divided in power, the future state of events? opinion concerning the merits of Leave futurity to Him, who, only, Dryden's and Pope's translation. I is capable of regulating it,...... who think it must be acknowledged, that “ rides on the whirlwind, and dithe versification of the former is less rects the storm!” Perform thy regular and less magnificent, but duty, and no evil shall befal thee: more forcible and natural than that as the sacred language of Him, of the latter. Pope has less vigour,less from whose lips flow eternal wis. variety, but more harmony and more dom and truth, pronounces! Why uniform magnificence than Dryden. seek to entangle thyself in the labyThe first book of the Iliad, trans- rinth of metaphysical research? lated by Dryden, is not equal to the yet if thou must be inquisitive.... same book translated by Pope....it if thy restless spirit, ever on the has however some parallcl passages wing, despises all controul, seek superior. The excellencies of Pope those things which will be producare more glaring than those of tive of everlasting benefit, before Dryden. The latter must be read the decree shall be announced, and examined with attention before which hides them from thy eager we can become familiar with his view, and bids the unavailing sigh beauties. His mind was a rich soil, of remorse to arise in thy bosom, out of which sprang weeds as well never to be repressed. as amaranthine flowers, and oaks of It is evident, even to the supergreat growth. The mind of Pope ficial observer of causes and effects,

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