The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair, Who caus'd his care; And sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd and looked; At length with love and wine at once oppress'd, A louder yet, and yet a louder strain; And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Has rais'd up his head, As awaken'd from the dead; See the snakes that they rear, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Each a torch in his hand! These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And unbury'd, remain Inglorious on the plain. Behold! how they toss their torches on high, And glittering temples of their hostile gods! The princes applaud, with a furious joy; And the king seiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy: Thais led the way, To light him to his prey; And, like another Helen-fir'd another Troy. Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage-or kindle soft desire. Inventress of the vocal frame. The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, VIII. Ah! few shall part where many meet, WHEN Music, heavenly maid! was young, From the supporting myrtles round, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, CAMPBELL. A soft responsive voice was heard at every close; He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down; The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of wo; The doubling drum with furious heat: And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, [head. While each strain'd ball of sight-seemed bursting from his Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fix'd; Sad proof of thy distressful state; Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd: And, now it courted Love; now, raving, call'd on Hate. With eyes uprais'd, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sat retir'd; And, from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes, by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul, Through glades and glooms, the mingled measure stole, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away. But, Oh, how alter'd was its sprightlier tone! Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Peeping forth from alleys green; Brown Exercise rejoic'd to hear; And Sport leap'd up and seiz'd his beechen spear. He with viny crown advancing, First to the lively pipe his hand address'd- To some unwearied minstrel dancing: Love fram'd with Mirth a gay fantastic round, And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Thy humblest reed could more prevail, Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age, COLLINS. XII. ENUMERATION, OR AMPLIFICATION. Enumeration is that figure which numbers up the perfections or defects of persons or things, or which brings under one head the several parts of an argument, and, like the concentration of artillery in battle, when brought to act upon any given point, bears down all before it. This figure admits of various modes of delivery, agreeably to the nature of the subjects which may be enumerated, but monotone is recurred to oftener than any other mode. Examples. "Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around |