They meet, they dart away, they wheel askance; Now bound aloft with vigorous spring, then glance Of tapers, gems, and gold, the echoing forests blaze. 36.* The dream is fled. Proud harbinger of day, * St. 34, 35, 36. Sure you go too far in lengthening a stroke of Edwin's character and disposition into a direct narrative, as of a fact. In the mean time, the poem stands still, and the reader grows impatient. Do you not, in general, indulge a little too much in description and reflection? This is not my remark only; I have heard it observed by others; and I take notice of it here, because these are among the stanzas that might be spared: they are good, nevertheless, and might be laid by, and employed elsewhere to advantage. Gray. Upon this Dr. Beattie observes, "This remark is perfectly just. All I can say is, that I meant, from the beginning, to take some latitude in the composition of this poem, and not to confine myself to the epical rules for narrative. In an epic poem, these digressions and reflections, &c. would be unpardonable." + This expression, says Sir W. Forbes, alludes to a singular, but deep-rooted aversion, which Dr. Beattie all his life evinced for the crowing of a cock. O to thy cursed scream, discordant still, And ever in thy dreams the ruthless fox appear. 37. Forbear, my Muse. Let love attune thy line. 38. But who the melodies of morn can tell? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side; The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple bell; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley; echoing far and wide 39.. The cottage curs at early pilgrim bark; Thro' rustling corn the hare astonish'd springs; Slow tolls the village-clock the drowsy hour; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower, And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tour 1 40.' O Nature, how in every charm supreme! Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew, From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus' sty; And held high converse with the godlike few, Who to th' enraptur'd heart, and ear, and eye, Teach beauty, virtue, truth, and love, and melody.* 41. Hence ye, who snare and stupify the mind, Hence to dark Error's den, whose rankling slime First gave you form! hence! lest the Muse should deign (Tho' loth on theme so mean to waste a rhyme,) With vengeance to pursue your sacrilegious crime. * Spite of what I have just now said, this digression pleases me so well, that I cannot spare it.-Gray. 42. But hail, ye mighty masters of the lay, O let your spirit still my bosom sooth, There harmony, and peace, and innocence, abide. 43. Ah me! neglected on the lonesome plain, Wonder and joy ran thrilling to his heart; 44. Various and strange was the long-winded tale; * Macbeth. How now, ye secret, black, and midnight hags. What is't you do? Witches. A deed without a name. "Midst fiends and spectres, quench the moon in blood, Yell in the midnight storm, or ride the infuriate flood. * 45. But when to horror his amazement rose, 46.. Behold, with berries smear'd, with brambles torn, + Nor friend, nor stranger, hears their dying cry; store. * The infuriate flood. I would not make new words with out great necessity: it is very hazardous at best.-Gray. On this Dr. Beattie observes, "I would as soon make new coin, as knowingly make a new word, except I were to invent any art or science where they would be necessary. Infuriate is used by Thomson, Summer, line 1096.; and, which is much better authority, by Milton: Paradise Lost, b. vi. v. 487. + See the fine old ballad, called, The Children in the Wood. |