even modern poets. He has added to his heroic poem a dream, in the manner of Spencer, where the poet supposes himself to be introduced to Homer, who cenfures his poem in fome particulars, and excuses it in others. This poem is, indeed, a fpecies of apology for the Epigoniad, wrote in a very lively and elegant manner: it may be compared to a well-polifhed gem, of the pureft water, and cut into the most beautiful form. Those who would judge of our author's talents for poetry, without perufing his larger work, may fatisfy their curiofity, by running over this fhort poem. They will see the fame force of imagination and harmony of numbers, which diftinguifh his longer performance; and may thence, with small application, receive a favourable impreffion of our author's genius. Than, from my glorious toils and triumphs paft, O cool my boiling blood, ye winds, that blow That dragg'd Nemea's monfter from his den; Alas, alas! I feel in ftreams of woe These eyes diffolv'd, before untaught to flow. my aid; nor let my labours past, With fame atchieved, be blotted by the laft: Our poet, though his genius be in many respects very original, has not disdained to imitate even modern poets. He has added to his heroic poem a dream, in the manner of Spencer, where the poet supposes himself to be introduced to Homer, who cenfures his poem in fome particulars, and excufes it in others. This poem is, indeed, a species of apology for the Epigoniad, wrote in a very lively and elegant manner: it may be compared to a well-polished gem, of the pureft water, and cut into the most beautiful form. Those who would judge of our author's talents for poetry, without perufing his larger work, may satisfy their curiofity, by running over this fhort poem. They will fee the fame force of imagination and harmony of numbers, which distinguish his longer performance; and may thence, with small application, receive a favourable impreffion of our author's genius. |