Bacon; Newton. Which form'd, and finish'd its stupendous plan, 40 refinement, therefore, may have been introduced into the works of the moderns, the spirit and invention of Homer have ever continued without a rival: for which reason I am far from pretending to assert that the poet of Persia is equal to that of Greece, but there is certainly a very great resemblance between the works of those extraordinary men. Both drew their images from Nature herself, without catching them only by reflection, and painting in the manner of the modern poets, the likeness of a likeness; and both possessed, in an eminent degree, that rich and creative invention which is the very soul of poetry." * It is well known in the literary world, that the discoveries of Newton, excepting those which belong to pure ma thematics, were derived from those outlines drawn by the bold hand of Bacon. Newton has exhibited a perfect and accurate system, but he had the example and directions of Bacon. "It would nevertheless (says Dr. Gerard) be a question of very difficult solution, which of the two possessed the greatest genius; Newton's inquiries concerning bodies the most subtle or the most remote, seem to demand an acuteness and compass of invention, which we might pronounce adequate to all the investigations of Bacon, though his discoveries in mathematics, perfectly original, were not extant to give a sanction to the judgment." Demosthenes; Cicero; Lord Chatham. The world of matter and the boundless sky, The soul oft needs excitements to impel And yokes destruction to her iron car; Rous'd Genius stands spectator of the sight, [flight. Arms all her powers and spreads her wings for O hear that voice* from Athens' falling walls 50 Which pleads, denounces, on his country calls, "Lo! Philip comes--lo! Philip's hosts draw near; "To arms, Athenians !--grasp the faithful spear--"Who from the field of death would basely fly? "Who would live slaves while they might bravely O hear that voice † by thirsty treason fir'd, [die?" By every patriotic thought inspir'd, Which shook the soul of coward Guilt with dread, Dispell'd the danger, struck the traitor dead. 60 O hear that voice which for my native shore, Breath'd its bold accents and was heard no more. ‡ *Demosthenes. + Cicero. The Earl of Chatham last appeared in the House of Lords, the 2d of April, 1778. He was then ill and debili tated. He spoke in favour of a motion of the Duke of Influence of Love. ---Genius is rous'd to labour and excel By those whom ages say have written well. Wakes all her powers and pours her fervent lays, Young Cymon* rous'd by Iphigenia's charm, 69 81 Richmond, for an address to his majesty, to dismiss his ministers and make peace with America. At the close of his long speech he was overcome and was seized with a convulsive fit---of the effects of which he died on the 4th of April. *See Dryden's admirable tale of Cymon and Iphigenia. Story of Orlando and Anna. 90 Where rolls the Forth his wild romantic flood, Amid the moor an humble dwelling stood; There liv'd an honest pair whose only joy, Dwelt in their child, a simple shepherd boy; With Fancy, kindled by the breath of Fame, They gave their son Orlando's sounding name. A modest blush, an honest heart he had, And every village neighbour bless'd the lad. Serenely o'er his head had eighteen years Flown, unembitter'd by remorseless tears. He lov'd his pipe, and when the vale was still, His strain came sweeten'd from the shady hill; Nature he lov'd in all her various forms, Her sleeping green, her mountain beat by storms, Her winding stream, her ever rolling waves, Her cooling shades, her deep and dismal caves. Thus smil'd his days-" but why the tale proHe saw fair Anna---Anna 'woke his song; Her lovely limbs a snowy vestment bound, A silken cincture clasp'd her form around; Hung careless on her back her dusky hair, And wav'd in ringlets to the sportive air. Her smile awaken'd every hope of love, Her modest mildness would that hope reprove: A pensive sorrow shaded o'er her face, Admiring Nature gave her every grace. F [long?" 101 Forlorn Situation of Orlando. 110 Orlando lov'd---but all his vows were vain, And wilder tempests beat upon his head: 120 130 |