« ПредишнаНапред »
let barb’rous Ganges arm a servile train; be mine the blessings of a peaceful reign. No more my sons shall dye with British blood red Iber's sands, or Ister's foaming flood : safe on my shore each unmolested swain shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain; 370 the shady empire sball retain no trace of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace; the trumpet sleep, while cheerful horns are blown, and arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone. Behold th' ascending villas on my side,
375 project long shadows o'er the crystal tide; behold! Augusta’s glittring spires increase, and temples rise, the beauteous works of Peace. I see, I see, where two fair cities bend their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend ! 380 there mighty nations shall inquire their doom, the world's great oracle in times to come; there kings shall sue, and suppliant states be seen once more to bend before a British Queen. 384
Thy trees, fair Windsor! now shall leave their and half thy forests rush into the floods, [woods bear Britain's thunder, and her cross display to the bright regions of the rising day; tempt icy seas, where scarce the waters roll, where clearer flames glow round the frozen pole; or under southern skies exalt their sails,
391 led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales ! for me the balm shall bleed, and amber flow, the coral redden, and the ruby glow, the pearly shell it's lucid globe infold, and Phæbus warm the rip’ning ore to gold. The time shall come, when, free as seas or wind, unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind, wbole nations enter with each swelling tide,
and seas but join the regions they divide; 400 Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, and the new world launch forth to seek the old. Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide, and feather'd people crowd my wealthy side, and naked youths and painted chiefs admire 405 our speech, our colour, and our strange attire! Oh stretch thy reign, fair Peace! from shore to shore, till conquest cease, and slav'ry be no more; till the freed Indians in their native groves reap their own fruits, and woo their sable loves; 410 Peru once more a race of kings behold, and other Mexicos be roof'd with gold. Exild by thee from earth to deepest hell, in brazen bonds, shall barb'rous Discord dwell; gigantic pride, pale terror, gloomy care, 415 and mad Ambition, shall attend her there; there purple vengeance, bath'd in gore retires, her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires : there hated envy her own snakes shall feel, and persecution mourn her broken wheel: 420 there faction roar, rebellion bite her chain, and gasping Furies thirst for blood in vain.
Here cease thy flight, nor with unballow'd lays, touch the fair fame of Albion's golden days: the thoughts of gods let Granville's verse recite, and bring the scenes of op’ning fate to light. 426 My humble muse, in unambitious strains, paints the green forests and the flow'ry plains, where Peace descending bids her olive spring, and scatters blessings from her dove-like wing. 430 Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless days, pleas'd in the silent hade with empty praise ; enough for me, that to the listning swains first in these fields I sung the sylvan strains.
AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.
(Written in the year 1709. ]
CONTENTS. Introduction. That it is as great a fault to judge ill, as to write ill, and a more dangerous one to the public, ver. 1. That a true taste is as rare to be found as a true genius, v. 9,---18. That most men are born with some taste, but spoiled by false education, v. 19,---25. The multitude of critics, and causes of them, v. 26,---45. That we are to study our own taste, and know the limits of it, v. 46,---67. Nature the best guide of judgment, v. 68,---87; improved by art and rules, which are but methodized Nature, v. 88. Rules derived from the practice of the ancient poets, v. 88,---110; that therefore the Ancients are necessary to be studied by a critic, particularly Homer and Virgil, v, 118,--138. of licenses, and the use of them, by the Ancients, v. 141,---180. Reverence due to the Ancients, and praise of them, v. 181, &c. Causes hindering a true judgment. 1, Pride, v, 209. 2,Imperfect learning, v. 215.3, Judging by parts, and not by the whole, v. 233---288. Critics in wit, language, versification only, v. 289,305, 337, &c. 4, Being too hard to please, or too apt to admire, v. 384. 5, Partiality,--- too much love to a sect--- to the ancients or moderns, v. 394 6, Prejudice or prevention, v. 408. 7, Singularity, v.494. 8, Inconstancy, v.430. 9, Party spirit, v. 452, &c. 10, Envy, v. 466. Agaiost envy, and in praise of good-nature, v.508. &c. When severity is chiefly to be used by critics, v. 526, &c. Rules for the conduct of manners in a critic. 1, Candour, v. 563. Modesty, v. 566. Good breeding, v. 72. Sincerity and freedom of advice, v. 578. 2. When one's counsel is to be restrained, v. 584. Character of an incorrigible poet, v. 600; and of an impertinent critic, v. 610, &c. Character of a good critic, v. 631. The history of criticism and characters of the best critics, Aristotle, v. 645. Horace, v. 653. Dionysius, v. 665. Petronius, V. 667. Quintilian, v. 669. Longipus, v. 675. Of the decay of criticism, and it's revival. Erasmus, v. 693. Vida, v. 705. Boileau, v. 714. 'Lord Roscommon, &c. v. 725. Conclusion.
Tis hard to say if greater want of skill appear in writing or in judging ill; but of the two less dang’rous is th' offence to tire our patience than mislead our sense: some few in that, but numbers err in this,
ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ;
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own. la poets as true genius is but rare, true taste as seldom is the critic's share; both must alike from Heav'n derive their light, these born to judge as well as those to write. Let such teach others who themselves excel, 15 and censure freely who have written well. Authors are partial to their wit, 't is true, but are not critics to their judgment too?
Yet if we look more closely we shall find most have the seeds of judgment in their mind: 20 nature affords at least a glimm'ring light; the lines tho' touch'd but faintly are drawn right: but as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd, is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd, so by false learning is good sense defac'd: some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, and some made coxcombs nature meant but fools: in search of wit these lose their common sense, and then turn critics in their own defence : each burns alike who can or cannot write, or with a rival's or an eunuch's spite. All fools have still an itching to deride, and fain would be upon the laughing side. If Mævius scribble in Apollo's spite, here are who judge still worse than he can write.
Some have at first for wits, then poets, past, 36 urn'd critics next, and prov'd plain fools at last. jome neither can for wits nor critics pass, is heavy mules are neither horse nor ass.
Those half-learn’d witlings, num'rous in our isle, 40 as half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile; unfinish'd things, one knows not what to call, their generation 's so equivocal; to tell them would a hundred tongues require, or one vain wit's, that might an hundred tire.
But you who seek to give and merit fame, and justly bear a Critic's noble name, he sure yourself and your own reach to know, how far your genius, taste, and learning, go; Jaunch not beyond your depth, but be discreet, 50 and mark that point where sense and dulness meet.
Nature to all things fix'd the limits fit, and wisely curb'd proud man's pretending wit, as on the land while here the ocean gains in other parts it leaves wide sandy plains; 55 ibus in the soul while memory prevails, the solid pow'r of understanding fails; where beams of warm imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away. One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit : not only bounded to peculiar arts, but oft' in those confin'd to single parts. Like kings we lose the conquests gain'd before, by vain ambition still to make them more: each might his sev'ral province well command, would all but stoop to what they understand.
First follow nature, and your judgment frame by her just standard, which is still the same: unerring nature! still divinely bright,
70 one clear, unchang'd, and universal light, life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, at once the source, and end, and test, of art.