peculiarity, and we shall select our instances from the most finished portions of their works, where they evidently put out their entire strength : But now the second morning from her bower In th' eastern garden! for heav'ns smiling brow And the brag lambs ran merrily about, That heav'n and earth appear'd in triumph both to shout. (Giles.) The bridegroom sun, who late the earth espous'd, While morn his couch with blushing roses drest; His shines the earth soon catch'd to gild her flowers: Phosphor his gold-fleec'd drove folds in their bowers, Which all the night had graz'd about th' Olympic towers. (Phineas.) So have I seen a rock's heroic breast, Against proud Neptune, that his ruin threats, When all his waves he hath to battle prest, And with a thousand swelling billows beats The stubborn stone, and foams, and chafes, and frets, To tear him from his root,-their force withstand; And though in heaps the threat'ning surges band, Yet broken they retire, and wash the yielding strand. (Giles.) But like a mighty rock whose unmov'd sides Waves scatter'd drop in tears, winds broken whining plain ! (Phineas.) The gladden'd spring, forgetting now to weep, The waking swallow broke her half-year's sleep, Among whose infant leaves the joyous birds conspire. Soon at this sight the Knights revive again, (Giles.) As fresh as when the flowers from winter's tomb,When now the sun brings back his nearer wain,— Peep out again from their fresh mother's womb : The primrose lighted new, her flame displays, And frights the neighbour hedge with fiery rays; And all the world renew the mirth and sportive plays. (Phineas.) So down the silver stream of Eridan, (Giles.) So by fair Thames, or silver Medway's flood, The dying swan when years her temples pierce, In music's strains breathes out her life and verse, And chanting her own dirge rides on her wat❜ry hearse. (Phineas.) As when the planets with unkind aspect, And spreads abroad a thousand noisome scents: The bold physician, too incautious, By those he cures, himself is murdered; * (Giles.) As when blood-guilty earth for vengeance cries,— While rushing whirlwinds open ways prepare: There while he on the wind's proud pinions rides, Or on some fane his three-fork'd dart bestows, Down falls the spire, the body fearful quakes, Nor sure to fall or stand, with doubtful tremblings shakes. (Phineas.) So when the lark, poor bird! afar espi'th Her yet unfeather'd children-whom to save And all about her plaintive notes she flings, All so a lily press'd with heavy rain, (Giles.) Which fills her cup with showers up to the brinks; The weary stalk no longer can sustain The head, but low beneath the burthen sinks: Which too hot scorching beams quite disarrays; (Phineas.) See how the sun in day-time clouds his face; Looks from his starry bower; the heavens do moan; The winds have learnt to sigh, and waters hoarsely (Giles.) groan, So oft the South with civil enmity Musters his watry forces 'gainst the West, In dark folds wrapping up their angry guest: While down in liquid tears the broken vapour's roll'd. So may we oft a tender father see, To please his wanton son, his only joy, And stung himself his busy hands employ (Giles.) As when a youth bound for the Belgic war, They see not now,—and now are seen no more: Like to a ship in which no ballast lies, (Phineas.) Without a pilot on the sleeping waves, Fairly along with wind and water flies, With painted mast which silken sail embraves; |