The first and third lines with double rhime. 789 How sweet is the thought of to-morrow to the heart, 790 The last torrent was streaming from his bosom that heav'd; And his visage, deep mark'd with a scar, was pale: And dim was that eye, once beaming expressively, That kindled in war, and that melted in love. Anapastics of three feet: -rhime alternate. 791 I was cast upon the wide world, Anapastics of four feet: each couplet to rhime. While she follows the chase, Taygetus* sounds * Täygetus.—In ancient Greek names, the I never unites with a preceding vowel to form a diphthong, but always makes a separate syllable, as in Ce-yx, Ca-yster, &c. though (strange as it may appear to the English reader) THYI is but one syllable in Ilithyia and Orithyia, which, in Greek and Latin poetry, contain only four syllables each, as I have shown in my "Latin 793 Let order preside throughout your whole household; For order is ever allied with prudence. 794 For departed moments, ah! ne'er to return- To indoient Wealth were objects of envy; Prosody;" the YI being, in the original, a diphthong (U1), sounded, probably, by the ancient Greeks, as it is by the modern French in Lui, Nuit, Puis, though difficult of pronunciation to an English tongue, as observed in my note on the word Puissance," under the head of " Diaresis," in page 10.-With respect to Täygetus, agreeably to the practice of Virgil, Homer, and other ancient writers, it contains four syllables-the third, short; and the accent falls on the second-Ta-y-getus. In my edition of Dryden's Virgil (Geo. 3, 74), I chose rather to presume that our English bard had intended a syncope, however harsh, in the third syllable, than that he could have been so grossly ignorant of the classical quantity and pronunciation, as to make Tay a single syllable, and to lengthen the ge. Accordingly, I thus printed the line Thy hounds, Tayg'tus, open, and pursue their prey. Such of my readers, however, as prefer dactyls and anapæsts to the use of the syncope, may avoid the harsh elison, by making the third foot an anapæst, thus Thy hounds, Täy- ¦-gětés, ō- ¦ -pen, and pursue their prey--though neither that nor any other management in the reading can ever render it a pleasing line, destitute, as it is, of the middle casura, which is indispensable in the Alexandrine metre. When, at the close of each day, innocent sports When, in the vale, had ceas'd the stroke of the woodAnd night's lonely warbler* her sweet song commenc'd, Her tale a heart-broken maiden repeated, And to the stream, as along it murmur'd, sigh'd. Blank Verse. Ten-syllable Iambics, in which some of the Italic words are to have epithets added- some are to be altered as directed in page 196— and some are both to be altered and to have epithets. 796 Oh! if I had but the envied power of choosing Agreeable to see the laborer hasten homeward, Light-hearted, as he supposes his steps [family. Will soon be welcomed by the smile of his young 798 Ah! who can describe the mother's joy, With extended arms, to meet her embrace? The nightingale. 799 Now the sun, from the burning heaven, [ness Has driven away each cloud: with universal brightBlazing, the earth repels the eye. 800 Amid the nocturnal prowlers of thy wild commons, Britannia, man walks safe; in all their tribes, [aim None calculated to bid him shake with fear, none to Claw or fang against their master. 801 Thus, when his army over the Alps, to no purpose opposed, Hannibal led, the last ascent, [now trod, Laboriously proceeding over ice-built rocks, as they Gasping for breath, the myriads | halted. 802 Far from being the same, wisdom and knowledge 803 One spring evening, as, rapt in solitary thought, A young woman watch'd, with looks of filial affection. 804 Hypocrisy, hate her as we may, May still lay claim to this merit, that she acknowledges The value of what she imitates with such care, And thus gives virtue praise | indirectly. 805 But, my friend, before we separate, let us ascend There are, whom more humble walks please: their Charming | baby! oh! mayest thou ever sleep as 808 How rapid the falcon's wing in pursuing! Less rapid the linnet's flight. Alas! unfortunate bird! Weak and weary is now thy wing, While the foe draws close and closer. 809.- Spring. When the waking flowers and imprisoned leaves now Burst from their tombs, the birds, that lurked, without being seen, In the midst of the hybernal shade, in busy tribes Pour their forgotten crowds, and derive, From the smile of Spring, new rapture, new life. Thou mayest then peacefully endure the passing Sure of more noble life beyond the tomb, |