posed to have been of Chaucer's own contrivance as is alfo the elegant VISION of the flower and the leaf, which has received new graces from the spirited and harmonious Dryden. It is to his fables, though wrote in his old age*, that Dryden will owe his immortality, and among them, particularly, to Palamon and Arcite, Sigifmunda and Guifcardo, Theodore and Honoria; and above all, to his exquifite mufic ode. The warmth and melody of these pieces, has never been excelled in our language, I mean in rhyme. As general and unexemplified criticism is always useless and abfurd, I must beg leave to select a few paffages from these three poems; and the reader must not think any obfervations on the character of Dryden, the constant pat * The falling off of his hair, said a man of wit, had no other confequence, than to make his laurels to be feen the A person who tranflated fome pieces after Dryden used to say, more. Experto credite, quantus In clypeum affurgat, quo turbine torqueat hastam. Crebillon was ninety when he brought his Catiline on the stage. tern tern of POPE, unconnected with the main fubject of this work. The picture of Arcite in the absence of Emilia, is highly expreffive of the deepest distress, and a compleat image of anguish. He rav'd with all the madness of despair, He roar'd, he beat his breast, he tore his hair. THE image of the Suicide is equally picturesque and pathetic. The flayer of himself yet saw 1 there This reminds me of that forcible defcription in a writer whose fancy was eminently ftrong."Catilina vero, longe a suis, inter hoftium cadavera repertus eft, paululum Palamon and Arcite, Book I. etiam fpirans; ferociamque animi, quam habuerat vivus, in vultu retinens.' Nor muft I omit that affecting image in Spenfer, who ever excels in the pathetic, And him befides there lay upon the grafs And made an open passage for the gushing flood *. When Palamon perceived his rival had efcaped, He ftares, he ftamps the ground; The hollow tow'r with clamour rings around: Nor are the feelings of Palamon lefs ftrongly impreffed on the reader, where he fays, The rage of Jealousy then fir'd his foul, Fairy Queen, Book I. Canto 9. Stanza 36. Now Now cold despair succeeding in her stead, If we pass on from descriptions of persons to those of things, we shall find this poem equally excellent. The temple of Mars, is fituated with propriety, in a country desolate and joyless; all around it, The landscape was a foreft wide and bare; The temple itself is nobly and magnificently ftudied; and, at the fame time, adapted to the furious nature of the God to whom it belonged; and carries with it a barbarous and tremendous idea. * These paffages are chiefly of the pathetic fort; for which Dryden in his tragedies is far from being remarkable. But it is not unusual for the same perfon to fucceed in defcribing externally a diftressful character, who may miferably fail in putting proper words in the mouth of such a character. In a word, so much more difficult is DRAMATIC than DESCRIPTIVE poetry!' The The frame of burnish'd steel that caft a glare Which hew'd by Mars himself from Indian quarries came. This scene of terror is judiciously contrafted by the pleafing and joyous imagery of the temples of Venus and Diana. The figure of the last goddess, is a defign fit for GUIDO to execute. The graceful Goddess was array'd in green; That watch'd with UPWARD eyes the motions of But above all, the whole defcription of the entering the lifts *, and of the ensuing * The reader is defired all along to remember, that the firft delineation of all thefe images is in Chaucer, or Boccace, and it might be worth examining how much Dryden has added purely from his own ftock. combat, |