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alluded to the Deluge. We cannot think it a happy one. After the rising of the waters in one line, they should not be exhi. bited as subsiding in the next: for we are ftill but in the beginning of the fiood; though the author immediately after is loft in the clouds.

- And hark! the ocean's thundering gate
Has burst its hinge, and on the continent
Disgorg'd its might; while on the winged storm
Terror triumphant rides. The difmal dash
Of wave on wave, loud howling winds, the earth
Rent to her center by a thousand shocks,
Each fhock, a ruin, only sounds the trump
Of elemental war a pregnant cloud
Dilated, like one dark pavilion hangs,
Dreadful suspense! then bursts with all its rage
Collected : cataracts of smoking rain

Their wild displeasure spend; earth-delving spouts,
Swift hurricanes, hails, blasting vollies, land

Made fea, the sea one wide walte infinite.' The last line is expressive, and worthy Milton; whom, it is needless to add, Mr. Roberts pretty closely imitates both as to expression and incidents.- The • spirit of the waters stalking abroad exulting,' and · Satan leaping from his burning throne,' are bold and poetic images. But how inferior is the removal of the Armenian haunt,' where

• Eve, espoused late, Slept upon Amaranth's immortal bloom'to the account given in the great original, whence the idea is taken! On the dove's fecond expedition from the ark it is said,

· Not again
To beat her barriers, lhall the bird return;
No: in the well-known mead, or grove, a nest
She weaves and warble's wild her artless nores;

Or drinks ambrosial nectar from the rill.' We might here ask the author, how this dove, the face of nature being entirely changed, could find out her well-known meads and groves?' How, or rather why, build a nest without her mate ; and how warble her artless notes,' a musical mode of expreffion, surely never used by doves, male or female, since or before the days of Noah ?

Nature is next represented as restored to more than pristine beauty. • The eye was enamour'd of its charms,' and zephyr Jbed refreshing breezes that impress'd not the meadow's down.'

The The

Good patriarch, wide the lattice of the ark
Unfolded, curious dome ; upon whose roof
Was etch'd the chronicle of month, and day ;
While the fun, quivering thro' her fable gate,
Reflects the gleam of thousand golden plumes,
Star-spangled infects, eyes of living fire,

Darting their mingled radiance thro' the gloom.' This paffage is extremely obscure. Are we to suppose, and we cannot, according to grammatical construction, understand it otherwise, that Noah ventured out during the time that the flood-gates of heaven were set open, to sketch his diary on the roof of the ark? and that at the same time, (so while'must fignify,) the sun shone through a black gate, and reflected the mingled radiance that proceeded from golden feathers, insects spangled with stars, and eyes of fire ?' —Noah and his family quit the ark. A sketch of his three sons' respective descendants is given. Some of Shem's

Suinatra fill,
And Borneo cin&tur'd by the burning line ;
Or drive the furious Tartar, savage clan,

From Pekin's wall.' Is it proper, because Borneo lies under the equinoctial line, to say that it is enclosed or surrounded by it? Or to characterise the Tartars as repulsed from Pekin, when it is well known that China has more than once been conquered by their arms, and that its present monarch is descended from them? The address to the Negroes, introduced in the list of Ham's descendants, is good : but an unfortunate mistake is committed in respect to the fons of Japhet; among whom we little expected to meet with the illustrious poetical-personified being that closes the mufter-roll.

* The Gothic swarm
Of Frank, and Vandal, and the blue ey'd hoft
That Ikire the Baltic, Lapland's frozen fons,
And that fair ifle, which awes the continent,
And on her hoar cliff nurses Liberty,
Queen of the Sea, Britannia, from his feed

Shall rise.'
Next we find that

All these, the progeny, and pride Of Noah, disembark'd. Who? the island of Britain, the Goths, Laplanders, &c. That the author could not mean to be understood so, we will allow; but he might have expressed himself with more perspicuity,


and not have left us to guess that Shem, Ham, and Japhet were the progeny alluded to. The birds, beasts, and reptiles follow:

• The gaudy Auttering infect from the fun

Kindles the gleam of his transparent wing.' The last line is truly poetical ; and the elaborate description of the rainbow, which succeeds, in several places claims our approbation. To others we object. We do not like colours that frike the eye with a faint vibration,” nor those that · fire the kindling sky.' The metaphor in the first is confused, and the second expression is too violent for the occafion. The first address to the Earth, though partly taken from Milton, is ludicrous.

O fear not, Earth, again
To shed thy green luxuriance, nor to play

Thy artleis virgin fancies.' In the second, the author unluckily does not strictly adhere to truth.

• Fear not, O Earth; contentious waves no more
With bitter blaft shall sweep thy gallant sons,
Like trembling leaves, away; thy lure appeal

Is yon bright curve.' True, with respect to a general inundation, but it affords no protection in regard to individuals. Waves sweeping with,'

· or rather put in motion by · bitter blasts,' are still sometimes fatal. The conclusion of this rainbow-description is picturesque; but some of the scenery is misplaced :

• Oft (hall God gladden the groves
Of myrrh, and the Tweet wilderness of balm
With showers, and from his gay. enamellid bow
Shed humid fruitfulness; some aged spire
Shall rise behind in pensive ivy clad,

And awful silence crown the lovely scene.' What has this aged spire,' the “pensive ivy,' and awful silence' to do with the gay Asiatic scene preceding it! We could proceed in noticing some other triAling faults, but are aware that it may be alledged we have already been too sedulous in endeavouring co point them out, and have paid greater attention to this poem than its consequence required. Our excuse is, and we hope a sufficient one, that had we been less explicit, our condemnation migit have been attributed to ignorance, inattention, or private malice. It was necessary to shew why we disliked it: for the poem is written by a graduate in arts, a fellow of one of the most respectable colleges of one of the most famous universities in Europe, recommended to public notice by proving the best performance on the subject pro


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posed, and rewarded by a year's income of the Kislingbury farm, the annual ftipend for the most eminent poetical candidate. From the specimen before us, and worse we have seen in former days, and from our having no right to suppose that any fuperior performance was rejected, we must conclude that poetry is not a favourite pursuit among the masters of arts in Cambridge, and that the rent of the farm might be bestowed in a better manner. If the learned tribunal, however, are not allowed to change the object of the donation, they might at least have pointed out some of the more glaring errors, occasioned perhaps by the hurry of composition: and these certainly should have been corrected before the publication.

The Brunoniad : a Poem, in Six Cantos. 410. 35. 6d. Jewed.

Kearsley. OUR

UR readers will remember the unfortunate Dr, Brown,

and his eccentric erroneous system ; which as it preclud. ed thought, ftudy, and attention, was unfortunately popular among those who felt the inconvenience of labour, of reading, and reflection. It was our lot to be the decided enemy, not of Dr. Brown, but of his arrogance and errors, for we were called on to determine on the merits of his system. We have already said that Contention is no more, unless Error should arise from its alhes, and the poison be diffused in other forms. We would willingly close the scene with his mock heroic, which possesses much ingenuity and learning, with that portion of serious burlesque which in poems of this kind is indispenfible.

As two translations of Aristotle's Poetic' have lately parred their ordeal in this Journal, we must not commend or blame too haftily. The mock heroic, though of undoubted antiquity, is not indeed treated of by the Stagyrite; but it is generally allowed by all critics on these poems, from the Batrachomyomachia to the Loufiad, that it should have all the properties of the true epic. The story must be single and the design obvious: in the Brunoniad we have no single object, unless the removal of Dr. Brown to London be one ; yet to this the different parts do not concur, nor does it appear that this is the necessary result of the events. Again : Horace has told us that the poet should begin in the middle; but our author is as regular as a Journalist : it should be enlivened by episodes ; yet no episodes occur. Perhaps, however, we are trying the poet by rules which he disclaims; and his only object was to write an humorous poem on the late medical contests which the eccentricity of Dr. Brown has occasioned. In this


he has succeeded very well ; and though evidently a friend of the Brunonian fyftem, his partiality is not glaring or offensive. The following description of Brown is a sufficient proof of it.

• Hail, parent Bacchus ! whose inspiring juice
Can nobler views, sublimer thoughts infufe ;
'Tis thine alone t'evolve the filken chain,
Where life half viewless holds her weak domain;
Where the dim speck its little orb displays,
'Tis thine the pure enlivening flame to raise :
"Tis thine, when youth rolls round its rapid Areams,
To swell the muscles and expand the limbs,
While Age himself, from pain and sickness free,
Zolls in his easy chair and praises thee.

• 'Twas hence, great Bruno, thy untutor'd mind
Left the dull load of matter far behind ;
Led to inebriate at the rosy spring,
Thy dauntlets genius stretch'd its ample wing.
Hence, like the well-hoop'd calk, a gulph profound !
Thy bold abdomen swells a spacious round :
Hence, fure expulsion of all vexing care,
The large carbuncle gilds thy forehead fair :
Hence through thy veins th'exalted mixture flows,

And hence the crimson honours of thy nose.' The description of Dr. Cullen is, we think, equally spirited.

"Neftor, who now that fable garment wore,
Which many a grave professor decke of yore,
White as the milky dove, or Boreal (nows,
His ample wig around his shoulders flows,
And seventy rolling years in vain control
The flights eccentric of his daring soul.
He sees how spasm the tortured frame affails,
Alike when Tone or Atony prevails;
How fierce when high the purple currents flow,
And how much fiercer when as much too low.
Patient of toil, his labouring hands restore
Whate'er Germanic Hoffman taught before :
Immortal sage! in whose ftupendous plan
Shines forth a vital principle in man,
Ask what destroys the student's roseate bloom
When frowning Fate proclaims the day of doom?
Tis fpafm, 'ris spasm, th’exulting hero cries,
And rolls in majesty his awful eyes.
When bateful Febris with unhallow'd breath,
Breathes on the panting wretch the blast of death,
Afk what fad caule contracts his aspect wan,
And Ihrinks his substance into half a man,


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