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Both battles main, with ruinous affault,
ANY, by numbers, judge a poet's fong; And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong. In the bright mufe, tho' thoufand charms confpire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnaffus, but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as fome to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the mufic there. Thefe equal fyllables alone require, Tho' of the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line While they ring round the fame unvary'd chimes, With fure returns of ftill expected rhymes.. Where-e'er you find "the cooling western breeze," In the next line, it "whifpers thro' the trees:" If cryftal ftreams" with pleafing murmurs creep," The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with " Then, at the laft and only couplet fraught With fome unmeaning thing they call a thought,
A needlefs Alexandrine ends the song,
That, like a wounded fnake, drags its flow length along.
LEAVE fuch to tune their own dull rhymes, and know What's roundly fmooth, or languishingly flow;
And praife the eafy vigour of a line,
TRUE ease, in writing, comes from art, not chance; As those move easiest, who have learn'd to dance. Tis not enough, no harfhnefs gives offence; The found muft feem an echo to the fenfe. Soft is the ftrain, when zephyr gently blows, And the finooth stream, in smoother numbers flows: But when loud furges lash the founding shore, The hoarfe rough verfe fhould like the torrent roar. When Ajax ftrives fome rock's vaft weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move flow: Not fo, when swift Camilla fcours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. HEAR, how Timotheus' vary'd lays surprise, And bid alternate paffions fall and rife While, at each change, the fon of Libyan Jove, Now, burns with glory; and, then, melts with love: Now, his fierce eyes, with sparling fury glow; Now, fighs fteal out, and tears begin to flow : Perfians and Greeks like turns of nature found; And the world's victor-stood subdu'd by Sound!
DOUGLAS TO RANDOLPH.
Y name is Norval. On the Grampian hills
To follow to the field fome warlike lord;
And heav'n foon granted, what my fire deny'd.
ELOISA TO ABELAR v.
N thefe deep folitudes and awful cells,
DEAR fatal name! reft ever unreveal'd;
RELENTLESS walls! whofe darksome round contains Repentant fighs, and voluntary pains ; Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns! fhagg'd with horrid thorn; Shrines where their vigils pale ey'd virgins keep, And pitying faints, whofe ftatues learn to weep; Though cold like you, unmov'd and filent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone. All is not Heaven's, while Abelard has part; Still rebel Nature holds out half my heart: Nor prayers, nor fafts, its ftubborn pulse restrain; Nor tears, for ages taught to flow in vain.
METHINKS, from yonder fhrine, a fpirit calls, And more than echoes talk along the walls. "Come,.fifter, come!" (it fays, or feems to fay) Thy place is here, fad fifter, come away! "Once, like thyfelf, I trembled, wept, and pray'd; "Love's victim then, tho? now a fainted maid: But all is calm in this eternal sleep;
"Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep:
"For God, not man, abfolves our frailties here."
COMBAT OF THE ANGEL MICHAEL AND SATAN.,
HEY ended parle; and both address'd for fight