And loads of crockery pay their learned toil; With deep concern, the curious bid me tell, I leave to those whom headstrong fashion rules, But Dn's strains should tell the sad reverse, go, While Zephyrs breathe, and waters trill below,* The stuff'd Portfolio would alarm your view, come, And, spite of kindness, drive you early home. Breathless, amaz'd, he seeks the distant shore, * Errare per lucos, amœnæ, Quos et aquæ subeunt et auræ. HORAT. The following ode contains ideas, suggested by the extraordinary prospect from a rock, in the neighbourhood of Alnwick Castle. That view comprehends a series of antiquities, deeply interesting, not only by their magnificence, but by their relation to history; and frequently recollected by the author, amidst the exertions of active life, as the favourite scenes of his youth, Some readers may, perhaps, suppose that the thoughts are not sufficiently developed. But I have always considered it as essential to the ode, that it should indicate impressions, without dwelling upon them. The torrent of ideas, which characterizes this species of poetry, only presents an object with force, to hurry it more rapidly beyond the view of the spectator. |