Under the different claffes into which he has diftributed them, he endeavours to fhew the mode of action of each medicine on the human body; the difeafes in which it is required; the circumftances in which it is contra-indicated, or may be noxious; the manner in which its virtues may be detected; the particular parts of the fubftance in which these virtues refide; and, laftly, the pharmaceutical rules for the extraction of them. On the whole, as we have already hinted, this work contains much original matter, and feveral ingenious obfervations. By thofe, who poffefs the patience and temper of a Reviewer, and who are befides qualified to pierce through the clouds and darkness, and false lights, caft over their Author's meaning by thefe negligent Editors, it may be perufed with pleasure, notwithstanding its defects. Accordingly it is better calculated for the perufal of the Adepts in the art, than of the Tyro; who will meet with many ftumbling blocks in his progrefs through this performance. ART. XIII. Poems, confifting of the following Pieces; viz. I. Ode written upon the Death of Mr. Gray. II. For the Monument of a favourite Spaniel. III. Another Infcription for the fame. IV. Tranflation from Dante, Canto xxxiii. By the Earl of Carlife. 4to. 19. Ridley. 1773. 66 Let a Lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!” So fays Pope; but though we are always glad to find men of fashion cultivating the polite arts, their titles, at our tribunal, have no weight in their favour. Though there is nothing contemptible in any of these poems, the first only, in our opinion, deferves particular notice; and as the public hath been prefented with nothing better on a fubject fo affecting to men of tafte and genius, we fhall prefent our Readers with Lord Carlifle's Verfes on the Death of Mr. Gray: I. What Spirit's that which mounts on high, II. What avails the Poet's art? What avails his magic hand? Can he arreft Death's pointed dart, Or charm to fleep his murderous band? Well Well I know thee, gentle fhade, That tuneful voice, that eagle eye.. The liftening Dryad, with attention fill, Of all the wonders of th' expanded vale; And taught the tear of ruftic grief to flow! Ranks of heroes fill the fight! Hark, the carnage is begun! And fee the furies through the fiery air O'er Cambria's frighten'd land the fcreams of horror bear! IV. Now led by playful Fancy's hand O'er the white furge he treads with printlefs feet, Imagination's bleft retreat. Here rofes paint the crimson way, No fetting fun, eternal May, ! Wild as the priestess of the Thracian fane O guardian Angel of our early day, Henry, thy darling plant muft bloom no more! By thee attended, penfive would he stray, Where Thames foft-murmuring laves his winding fhore. Thou bad'ft him raife the moralizing fong, Through life's new feas the little bark to steer: The winds are rude and high, the failor young; Thoughtless he fpies no furious tempeft near, Prepare the iron fcourge, prepare the venom'd dart, The fnakes that twine around her head For who can now her whirlwind flight controul, He who could ftill the tempeft of her foul, Now feated by his Thracian Sire, To heavenly themes attunes his lyre, And fills with Harmony the realms above! The tranflation from Dante is a ftory almoft too fhocking to be framed into verfe. Sunt quæ refugiunt Mufa, horrore perculfa. QUINT. * Hymn to Adverfity. ART. XIV. A poetical Epifle to Chriftopher Anstey, Efq; on the Englifh Poets, chiefly thofe who have written in Blank Verfe. 4to. Wilkie. 1773. I S. THO THOUGH this poem is obviously a partial eulogium on blank verse, and a difparagement of rhyme, the Author has not the hardinefs to deny that the latter is more commo. dious in many fpecies of English poetry. It must ever accompany the lyre. Collins has written an ode in blank verfe, only to fhew us that, fo applied, it muft fail in the hands of the greatest mafters. Neither will elegy bear it. Sorrow loves repeated founds. Rhyme tunes the pipe Of querulous Elegy; 'tis Rhyme confines To Satire, when with this fhe points her fcorn, Darts her sharp fhaft, and whets her venom'd fang. There feems to be an incongruity in the laft line; for thofe Pent in the clofe of fome ftrong period ftands REV. Feb. 1773. To incongruity is here added inconfiftency. We are told in one verfe that we must allow to Satire, what in another, it 19 faid, were better difallowed. We are first to empower her to do mifchief, and then we are to condemn her for doing it: Who shall deny the quick-retorted found To Satire? The kindred note recals To memory what were better wrapt at once The encomium on Pope is a negative injury to the memory of the greater Dryden. Speaking of rhyme the Author fays, Still unrivall'd here Pope through his rich dominion reigns alone: And gave to Rhyme the dignity of fong. But did not Dryden fmoothe the verfe? Did not he give to Rhyme the dignity of fong? Did not he teach the full refounding line, The long majeftic march and energy divine? The Author of this poetical Epiftle is very unfortunate in the precision and propriety of his ideas. Thus he fets out: No, not in Rhyme. I hate that iron chain, Forg'd by the hand of fome rude Goth, which cramps And pins her to the ground. Here we have an iron chain to cramp a feather, and pin it to the ground. "Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?" However, we have fome, not inapt, defcriptions of our Englifh poets. Thus of Milton, The bard of Eden; to the Grecian lyre be tun'd his verfe; he lov'd the genuine Mufe, The fertile islands of the Agean deep, Or roam'd o'er fair Ionia's winding shore.. Poet of other times, to thee I bow With lowlist reverence. Oft thou tak'st my fouly To that empyreal mansion, where thine ear · Thames ecchoes yet'- the hardness of this line will be difpleafing to every poetical ear. With indignation tore the tinkling bells, We have fo often remarked, in the poetical province of our Review, that we are forry to find any further occafion to ob ferve, the inaptitude of introducing epithets which have no alliance with the principal object or idea, in The fertile islands of th' Ægean deep. Fertile is merely expletive. How feldom has Virgil fallen into this error! Once, indeed, he became chargeable with it; but it was his fault as a naturalift, not as a poet; Sandyx pafcentes veftiet Agnos. The poet took the fandyx for an herb, which, when fed upon, would communicate a vermilion colour. In that cafe his epithet, pafcentes, would have had fufficient propriety. After these lines on Milton, follows the character of Philips: with vigilant eye, And cautious step, as fearing to be left, But the tafle of Philips was not very refined. His turn lay towards the burlesque. In that he fhone, and he could not forget it in his ferious georgic on cyder, where he makes a most ridiculous comparison of the wonderment of finding a worm, or a maggot, in eating an apple, to the alarm occafioned by the fpringing of a mine in the attack of a fortification. His tafte was here, certainly, far from being refined. Character of Thomson: - next, Thomson came, He, curious bard, examin'd every drop That gliftens on the thorn; each leaf furvey'd MILTON. L 2 Each |