THE comic poets, in its earliest age, Who formed the manners of the Grecian stage- HOR. WITH passions not my own who fires my heart, HOR. BUT God and man, and lettered post denies POETS would profit, or delight mankind, And with the amusing show the instructive joined. PROFIT and pleasure, mingled thus with art, AT ease reclined beneath the verdant shade, VIRG. THESE on the mountain billows hung: to those The yawning waves the yellow sand disclose. VIRG. THE Woes of Troy once more she begged to hear, Once more the mournful tale employed his tongue, While in fond rapture on his lips she hung. VIRG. IN shrill-toned murmurs sang the twanging bow. HOM. WHATE'ER when Phoebus blessed the Arcadian plain, Eurotas heard, and taught his boys the strain. VIRG. SAY, heavenly muse, their youthful frays rehearse, VIDA. THE wave that bore him, backward shrank appalled. RACINE. BUT Turnus, chief amidst the warrior train, In armour towers the tallest on the plain. Thus Nilus pours from his prolific urn, When from the fields o'erflowed, his vagrant streams return. So Philomela from the umbrageous wood VIRG. In strains melodious mourns her tender brood. Snatched from the nest by some rude Phrygian's hand, On some lone bough the warbler takes her stand; The livelong nights she mourns the cruel wrong, And hill and dale resound the plaintive song. For as a watchman, from some rock on high, HOM. So joys the lion, if a branching deer, HOM. EAST, west, and south engage with furious sweep, And from its lowest bed upturn the foaming deep. VIRG. THE sail then Boreas rends with hideous cry, 1 These lines altered from Pope. VIRG. 康 VERSES.1 HE window, patched with paper, lent a ray, That feebly showed the state in which he lay. The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread, An unpaid reckoning on the frieze was scored, Not with that face, so servile, and so gay, "Of all the fish that graze beneath the flood, He only ruminates his former food." See Goldsmith's Life, p. 64. ed. 1821. 2 See Goldsm. Anim. Nat. vol. iii. p. 6. Addison, in some beautiful Latin lines inserted in the Spectator, is entirely of opinion that birds observe a strict chastity of manners, and never admit the caresses of a different tribe. -(v. Spectator, No. 412.) HASTE are their instincts, faithful is their fire, No foreign beauty tempts to false desire;1 The simple plumage, or the glossy down While the dark owl to court its partner flies, And owns its offspring in their yellow eyes. "See Goldsm. Anim. Nat, vol. v. p. 212. |