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The gentle nymph, long fince defign'd
clouds of fragrance :
And the whole paffage, both in phrase and imagery, is indebted
to one in Crashaw, fuggefted by Mr. Steevens:
Does thy fong lull the air?
Thy tears' just cadence ftill keeps time;
Still at each figh, that is each ftop,
A bead, that is a tear, doth drop. p. 4.
Ver. 289. No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole :
A couplet exalted to fublimity from the materials of Hopkins in Dryden's Mifcellanies, v. p. 31.
Forbid me, banish me your charming fight;
Shut from my view thofe eyes that fhine fo bright;
Ver. 343. May one kind grave unite each hapless name. He had made this request in a letter to her: "Cadaver, obfecro, "noftrum ad cœmeterium veftrum deferri faciatis."-" When she "faw her end approaching, fhe turned to her fitters, who stood "weeping round her, exhorted them to fubmiffion, and to the practice of every Chriftian virtue; and then ordered that her "body should be laid in the tomb by the fide of Abeillard. Soon "after she expired. It was on a Sunday, and on the seventeenth "of May. Berington, p. 395.
Ver. 348. To Paraclete's white walls and filver springs. "Now, in folemn ceremony, Abeillard and his disciples affembled. "As he had entered (he faid) this defart, funk down with care, where the goodnefs of heaven had watched over him, " and he had found comfort, could he more emphatically exprefs
"his gratitude, than by confecrating this more auguft temple to "that perfon of the Holy Triad, which more peculiarly is ftiled "the Comforter? We will dedicate it, faid he, to the Paraclete." Berington.
TEMPLE OF FAME. P: 63.
Ver. 5. As balmy sleep had charm'd my cares to reft,
(What time the morn mysterious vifions brings,
And join'd, this intellectual feene compose.
Cowley, in his Complaint :
In a deep vifion's intelle&ual feene:
and Mrs. Singer's Vision; which is closely imitated through the whole quotation :
But, as I unrefolv'd and doubtful lay,
My cares in eafie flumbers glide away;
Nor with fuch grateful fleep, fuch foothing reft,
And dreams like thefe, I e'er before was blefs'd:
No wild uncouth chimeras intervene,
To break the perfect intellectual feene.
Ver. 23. Like broken thunders, that at diflance roar.
This fimile is very happily employed by Milton, Par. Loft, ii. 476.
Their rifing all at once was as the found
Of thunder heard remote.
Ver. 27. High on a rock of ice the ftructure lay,
Steep its afcent, and flipp'ry was the way.
The temple of Fame is represented on a foundation of ice, to fignify the brittle nature and precarious tenure, as well as the difficult attainment of that poffeffion, according to the poet himself below, ver. 504.
So hard to gain, so easy to be loft !
And there is a general refemblance to the celebrated verses of Hefiod:
Την μεν τον Κακοτητα και ιλαδον εστιν έλεσθαι
Crowds, unmolested, Vice may make their prize;
Ver. 143. As heav'n with ftars, the roof with jewels glows; And ever-living lamps depend in rows.
This fine couplet alfo was not wrought without confultation with our hallowed bard at the fame paffage of that fublime effufion of human genius, ver. 726.
from the arched roof,
Ver. 273. Thick as the bees, that with the spring renew
Or fettling, feize the fweets the bloffoms yield,
This description is varied, with improvements, from Dryden, Eneid vi. 953.
About the boughs an airy nation flew,
Thick as the humming bees, that hunt the golden dew;
In fummer's heat, on tops of lilies feed,
And creep within their bells, to fuck the balmy feed:
The winged army roams the field around;
The rivers and the rocks remurmur to the found:
who has profited, as usual, by Lauderdale. But neither translator has a line at all comparable to that delightful conclusion of our author:
And a low murmur runs along the field.
THE FABLE OF DRYOPE. P. 253.
Ver. 92. Farewell! and fince I cannot bend to join
This refembles Stanley's verfion of Bion on the Death of Adonis, as I find it quoted in Ogilby's annotations on the fourth Georgic. Stanley's book itself I never could procure; otherwise, I cannot doubt but more imitations of our poet would be detected.
Thee in thefe arms, and mix my lips with thine.
A dying kifs, but whilst a kifs may live.
The last couplet of Pope is indebted to a verfe in Dryden's verfion of Ovid, Met. viii.
At once th' incroaching rinds their clofing lips invade.
ON ROWE. P. 416.
9. And bleft, that timely from our scene remov❜d,
This couplet feems to have profited from a very beautiful and pathetic paffage in J. Talbot's Dream, occafioned by the death of Lady Seymour. Dryden's Mifc. iii. 52.
No longer then thefe pious forrows fhed,
Nor vainly think thy happy parent dead,
ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON. P. 425. Ver. 1. This modeft ftone, what few vain marbles can, May truly fay, Here lies an honest man.
Thefe thoughts are borrowed from Crafbaw's Epitaph on Mr. Ashton :
The modeft front of this small floor,
Than many a braver marble can,
Ver. 7. Calmly he look'd on either life, and here
Calm he recalls the paft; and, free from fear,
And it may not be unfeasonable to obferve, that Dr. Johnson in his Life of Fenton wrongly afferts him to have left the university without a degree; as appears both from the lift of Cambridge graduates, and the matriculation book of Jefus-College, to which he belonged.
ON MR. GAY. P. 426.
Ver. 11. But that the worthy and the good shall say,
This thought is originally in Crafbaw's Epitaph on Mr. Herrys; as Mr. Steevens and Mr. White also observed:
Enough now, if thou canft, pafs on:
Paffenger! whoe'er thou art,
Mr. White adds farther: Hackett in his Epitaphs, vol. i. p. 193. remarks, however, that he found, in an old collection of Latin and Greek verfes on the death of Henry Prince of Wales, two lines which it is not impoffible Pope had feen:
Angle! tuum tumulus fit cor, titulus fiet ifte :
END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.
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