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Next ANGER rush'd, his eyes on fire,
With woeful measures wan DESPAIR-
But thou, O HOPE! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair :
And longer had she sung—but with a frown
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down,
The war-denouncing trumpet took,
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe;
And ever and anon he beat
The doubling drum with furious heat;
And though sometimes, each dreary pause between,
Her soul-subduing voice applied,
Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien,
While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from
Thy numbers, JEALOUSY, to nought were fix'd;
Of diff'ring themes the veering song was mix'd, And now it courted Love, now raving call'd on HATE.
With eyes uprais'd, as one inspir'd,
And from her wild sequester'd seat,
In notes by distance made more sweet,
Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul;
Bubbling runnels join'd the sound;
Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole:
Love of peace and lonely musing,
But, O! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone,
Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew,
Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung,
Peeping from forth their alleys green;
And Sport leap'd up, and seiz'd his beechen spear.
Last came Jor's ecstatic trial:
He, with viny crown advancing,
First to the lively pipe his hand address'd;
They would have thought, who heard the strain,
They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing: While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love fram'd with Mirth, a gay fantastic round, Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound, And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
O MUSIC! sphere-descended maid,
EXERCISES IN READING
THE RULES AND PRINCIPLES CONTAINED IN THE INTRODUCTION.
1. Temperance, by fortifying the mind and body, leads to happiness intemperance, by enervating the mind and body, ends generally in misery.
2. A wise man feareth and departeth from evil; but the fool rageth, and is confident. The wicked is driven away in his wickedness; but the righteous hath hope in his death. Righteousness exalteth a nation; but sin is a reproach to any people.
3. Almost every object that attracts our notice, has its bright and its dark side. He who habituates himself to look at the dark side will sour his disposition, and consequently impair his happiness; while he who constantly beholds it on the bright side insensibly ameliorates his temper, and, in consequence of it, improves his own happiness, and the happiness of all around him.
4. Between fame and true honour a distinction is to be made. The former is a blind and noisy applause; the latter, a more silent and internal homage. Fame floats on the breath of the multitude; honour rests on the judgment of the thinking. Fame may give praise, while it withholds esteem; true honour implies esteem, mingled with respect.
1 The learner should refer to the Introduction (page 37) for an explanation of Antithesis and Emphasis; also to Rule ÌII., page 55, and the NOTES and EXAMPLES under it.
The one regards particular distinguished talents; the other looks up to the whole character.
5. A wise man endeavours to shine in himself; a fool to outshine others. The former is humbled by the sense of his own infirmities; the latter is lifted up by the discovery of those which he observes in others. The wise man considers what he wants; and the fool what he abounds in. The wise man is happy when he gains his own approbation; and the fool, when he recommends himself to the applause of those about him.
6. Europe was one great field of battle, where the weak struggled for freedom, and the strong for dominion. The king was without power, and the nobles without principle. They were tyrants at home, and robbers abroad. Nothing remained to be a check upon ferocity and violence.
7. Where opportunities of exercise are wanting, temperance may in a great measure supply its place. If exercise throws off all superfluities, temperance prevents them; if exercise clears the vessels, temperance neither satiates nor overstrains them; if exercise raises proper ferment in the humours, and promotes the circulation of the blood, temperance gives nature her full play, and enables her to exert herself in all her force and vigour; if exercise dissipates a growing distemper, temperance starves it.
8. Dryden knew more of man in his general nature; and Pope, in his local manners. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehensive speculation; those of Pope, by minute attention. The style of Dryden is capricious and varied; that of Pope is cautious and uniform. Dryden obeys the motions of his own mind; Pope constrains his mind to his own rules of composition. Dryden is sometimes vehement and rapid; Pope is always smooth, uniform, and gentle. Dryden's page is a natural field, rising into inequalities, and diversified by the varied exuberance of abundant vegetation; Pope's is a velvet lawn, shaven by the scythe, and levelled by the roller. If the flights of Dryden are higher, Pope con