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To lone Vaucluse let all the loves repair!
And tell their sorrows to her listening air;
There oft, when Cynthia threw her midnight beam
Along the banks, and o'er the silver stream,
Unhappy Petrarch wandered through the vale,
Wept with the dews, and murmur'd with the gale!

With all the learning of his favour'd isie, 131
With Genius, basking in the Muse's smile,
See pensive Gray* awake the Theban lyre,
And soar to heights where Pindar would expire!

refer. Since the strongest cord of my life is now broken, with the grace of God I shall easily renounce a worid where my cares have been deceitful, and my hopes vain and perishing."

Petrarch died in the year 1374, at Arqua, and his body was interred in the chapel of the Virgin, which he, not long before his death, had built.

* In what manner shall I speak of this accomplished author? Or how shall I describe the delight which he has given me? To call him the greatest poet of his day, will not express his place him at the head of all lyric and elegiac poets, would be no more than his due! He has indeed written but little; but that little is in a su. perlative manner. He reverenced the world too much to give it the hasty production of a day. He wrote for immortality, and immortality will be his reward. He was a poet who.consulted his feelings when he wrote. The sin

When tolls the curfew the departing day,
“ And lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea,”
Mark how, in thoughtful mood, he takes his way,
Thro' the lone church-yard, to his favourite tree!
“ Or see him by the green woodside along, 139
While homeward hies the swain, his labour done,
Oft as the woodlark pipes his farewel song,
With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun."

Hear Cowper* raise his bold and moral song, Arm'd with sweet tenderness, in virtue strong;

lence of seclusion, and the gloom of melancholy, dictated his Elegy in a Country Church-Yard. He has himself ac- . knowledged, in a letter to his friend, that an aged Welchman, playing on his harp, excited him to complete his ode, entitled, “ The Bard.”

* England has lately lost this excellent man and poet whom she is indebted for his elegant instructions conveyed in the TASK. Cowper was a writer, original in his thoughts, and undaunted in his delivery of truth. His representations are uncommonly striking: I need only instance his picture of Omai....the Woodman, and his Dog.... Crazy Kate....and Mysagathus..... His principal faults are his want of connection throughout his poem, and his not attending sufficiently to the harmony of his numbers. He discovers, in numerous passages, that he was capable of the utmost harmony. Cowper's satires, particularly his Table Talk, and Progress of Error, are among the most

Truth, while he sings, lets fall her honest tears ! And mad Oppression startles while he hears !

When Fiction lifts her mirror to the eye, And mimic lightnings from the surface fly.... When, by the magic of her winning charms, She draws her captives to her downy arms, 150 She gives Delusion all the grace of Truth, And thrills the fancy of enraptur'd youth! Then Genius manifests her varied art, And reigns the mistress of th' impassioned heart, Thou tyrant of the heart, sublime Rousseau! Thou son of Genius, and thou sport of Woe! Why did not virtue prompt thy wond'rous page, And purest love repress thy lawless rage? Thine Eloisa then had reign'd alone, And held the sceptre of the fairy throne. 160

See copious Richardson's* consummate art, Rouse every passion of the feeling heart!

chaste and dignified compositions of that class, in the English language.

• Richardson was an author of uncommon merit; his knowledge of nature was extensive; his characters are drawn with a masterly hand; his delineations of the pas sions are accurate; his moral sentiments judicious. He

Bid Virtue weep o'er mild Clarissa's woes,
And Virtue smile on Grandison's repose.

See Fielding* travel thro' each scene of life; Nor pass the landlord or his scolding wife! Present Sophia to our ardent view, As fair a picture as the pencil drew! wrote with a good intention, for he was a man of virtue and of piety.

* “ Comic romance has been brought to perfection in England by Henry Fielding; who seems to have possessed more wit and humour, and more knowledge of mankind than any other person of modern times, Shakspeare ex. cepted; and whose great natural abilities were refined by a classical taste, which he had acquired by studying the best authors of antiquity. The great lord Lyttleton, after mentioning several particulars of Pope, Swift, and other wits of that time, when I asked some questions relating to the author of Tom Jones, began his answer with these words, · Henry Fielding, I assure you, bad more wit, and more bumour, than all the persons we bave been speaking of

Beattie's DISSERTATION. With these remarks of Dr. Beattie I agree. In many of the qualifications of a novelist Fielding is unrivalled. In speaking of the genius displayed in fictions, I could not pass over him; but the truth must not be withheld....that his works contain many scenes of indecency! his works, therefore, I would by no means recommend. There are few novels that I would recommend unconditionally; and I would advise, that all of them should be read sparingly.


See, ʼmid his group, the country 'squire arise! And Square and Thwackum lift their knowing eyes!

170 But chiefiy mark, amid the motley throng, Poor parson Adams bend his course along!

Roving thro' meads of everlasting bloom Fan'd by the breath of every sweet perfume, See Genlis* comes and waves in air her hand, And bids the fairies bow at her command. Lo! at her call two matchless knights appear, Mount the barb'd steed and couch the deathful

spear; Lo! at her call appears the queen of charms, And welcomes Valour to her gentle arms; 180 See, at her call the bleeding spectre risę, Fix on the warrior-knight, her gloating eyes,

* This celebrated French lady is remarkable for the versatility of her talents. She is justly entitled to a place in the first rank of literary females. She is sometimes a sentimentalist visionary and erroneous, but always inge. nious. Her theatre of Education is a pleasing instructor to the early years of life. Her Tales of the Castle, her Rival Mothers, and Knights of the Swan discover sensibility, talents of description, and invention.

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