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Who better seen than I in shepherd's arts,
The jolly youths I fly : and all alone
Oh ! leave thy cruelty, relentless Fair, Complaint. E'er lingering long, I perish through despair.
Had Rosalind been mistress of my mind,
Tho' not so fair, she would have prov'd more kind. Advice. O think, unwitting maid! while yet 'tis timne,
How flying years impair the youthful prime!
But faded beauty has no second Spring,
[A. Philips. ] XIV.
OF THE DEAD. (Pers. Ing. Anc. Mod. p. 117.) Antiquity. ANTIQUITY is an object of a peculiar sort :
Distance magnifies it. If you had been personally acquainted with Aristotle, Phocion, and me; you would have found nothing in us very different from what you may find in people of your own age. What commonly prejudices us in favour
of antiquity, is that we are prejudiced against Disappro
our own times. We raise the ancients, that we bation. may depress the moderns. When we ancients
(1) A long pause.
were alive, we esteemed our ancestors more than they deserved. And our posterity esteem us more than we deserve. But the very truth of the matter is, our ancestors, and zve, and our posterity, are all very much alike.
AUTHORITY AND FORBIDDING.
Jupiter forbids the Gods and Goddesses taking any part in the
contention between the Greeks and Trojans. AURORA
now, fair daughter of the dawn, Narration. Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn ; When Jove conven'd the senate of the skies,
Where high Olympus' cloudy tops arise, 11 The Sire of gods his awful silence broke ;
Awe. The heavens, attentive, trembled as he spoke ! «« Celestial states ! immortal gods! give ear ;(1) Authority. Hear our decree ; and rev'rence what ye hear; The fix'd decree, which not all heaven can move; Thou, Fate! fulfil it; and ye, Powers, approve. (2) What god shall enter yon forbidden field, ThreatenWho yields assistance, or but wills to yield.
ing. Back to skies with shame he shall be driven, Gash'd with dishonest wounds, the scorn of heaven. (3) Or from our sacred hill, with fury thrown,
(1) There are three pretty long pauses to be made in this line, at the words, states, gods, and ear. The words, Celestial slates ! may be spoken with the right arın extended, the palın upwards, and the look directed toward the right, as addressing that part of the assembly. The words immortal guds! with the left arm extended, in the same manner, (the right continuing likewise exteuded) and the look directed toward the left hand part of the assembly. And the words, give ear, with the look bent directly forward. See Authority, page 22.
(2). At the words, What god fhall enter, the left arm, which should continue extended, with the right, to the beginuing of this fourth line of the speech, may be drawn in, and placed upon the hip, while thc right is brandished with the clenched fift, as in threatening. See Boasting, page 22.
(3) The speaker will naturally here point downward with the fore-finger of his right hand.
Deep, in the dark Tartarian gulph, shall groan ;
Nor tempt the vengeance of the God of gods. Challeng. League all your forces, then, ye pow'rs above ;
Your strength unite against the might of Jove.
and main. Strive all of mortal and immortal birth, *Contempt To drag by this the Thunderer down to earth, +Challeng- (2) Ye* strive in vain, if I t but stretch this hand, ing.
I heave the gods, the ocean, and the land.
An Ode, from the xixth Pfalm.
(Speel. No. 465.)
(1) “Let eachi,” &c.! The speaker may here again extend both arms as before, the open palms upwards, casting a look over the whole room, fippose to be filled with the gods.
(2) The speaker will do well here, to have his arms in any other posure rather than extended ; because, after the pause in the middle of the line, the right arm must be extended with great folemnity.
And publishes to ev'ry land
DESCRIPTION, SUBLIME AND
The fight about Patrocles' body, broke off by Achilles' appear
ing on the rampart, unarmed, and calling aloud. (Pope's Hom. II. xviii. v. 241.)
THE hero rose,
Reflecting blaze on blaze against the skies.
With her own shout Minerva swells the sound ! Terror. Troy starts astonish’d, and the shores rebound.
As the loud trumpet's brażen mouth from far,
With shrilling clangor sounds th' alarm of war, Trepidation So high his dreadful voice the hero rear'd ; (2) Hosts dropp'd their arms, and trembled as they
heard ; And back the chariots roll, and coursers bound,
And síceds and men lie mingled on the ground, Terror. Aghasi they see the living lightning play,
And íurn their eyeballs from the flashing ray,
Humorous petition of a French gentleman to the king, who had
given him a title, to which his incoine was not equal, by reason of the weight of the taxes levied from his estate. (Pens.
Ing. Anc. Mod. p. 428.) [-After acknowledging the honour done him by the
king's conferring on him a title, he goes on as .
Your Majesty has only inade me more uning.
happy by giving me a title. For there is nothing
more pitiable than a gentleman loaded with a Vexation. knapsack. This empty sound, which I was such
(1) The reader will hardly need to be told, that such matter ought to be expressed with a raised voice.
(2) These three lines to be spoken quicker than the rest.