XL.--COURAGE--DESPERATE EXCITEMENT. FIGHT, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! We shall insert here, as being the most appropriate place, Collins's celebrated "Ode on the Passions." WHEN Music, heavenly maid! was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Would prove his own expressive pow'r. First FEAR his hand, its skill to try, Next ANGER rush'd, his eyes on fire; With woeful measures wan DESPAIR But thou, O HOPE! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair: And longer had she sung-but with a frown He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down, And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe; And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pirr at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head. Thy numbers, JEALOUSY, to nought were fix'd; Of diff'ring themes the veering song was mix'd, With eyes uprais'd, as one inspir'd, And from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul; And dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole : Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay, Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away. But, O! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, Peeping from forth their alleys green; Brown Exercise rejoic'd to hear, And Sport leap'd up, and seiz'd his beechen spear. Last came Jor's ecstatic trial: First to the lively pipe his hand address'd; They would have thought, who heard the strain, They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing: As if he would the charming air repay, O MUSIC! sphere-descended maid, EXERCISES IN READING ILLUSTRATIVE OF THE RULES AND PRINCIPLES CONTAINED IN THE INTRODUCTION. ANTITHETIC SENTENCES.1 1. Temperance, by fortifying the mind and body, leads to happiness: intemperance, by enervating the mind and body, ends generally in misery. 2. A wise man feareth and departeth from evil; but the fool rageth, and is confident. The wicked is driven away in his wickedness; but the righteous hath hope in his death. Righteousness exalteth a nation; but sin is a reproach to any people. 3. Almost every object that attracts our notice, has its bright and its dark side. He who habituates himself to look at the dark side will sour his disposition, and consequently impair his happiness; while he who constantly beholds it on the bright side insensibly ameliorates his temper, and, in consequence of it, improves his own happiness, and the happiness of all around him. 4. Between fame and true honour a distinction is to be made. The former is a blind and noisy applause; the latter, a more silent and internal homage. Fame floats on the breath of the multitude; honour rests on the judgment of the thinking. Fame may give praise, while it withholds esteem; true honour implies esteem, mingled with respect. 1 The learner should refer to the Introduction (page 37) for an expla nation of Antithesis and Emphasis; also to Rule III., page 55, and the NOTES and EXAMPLES under it. |