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On the other hand, the gates of heaven move with an agreeable facility:

Heav'n open'd wide

Her ever-during gates, harmonious found
On golden hinges moving.

vii. 205.

The infernal gates had no fuch harmony; they grated harsh thunder, that shook the bottom of Erebus.

We have a remarkable inftance of this kind of poetical excellence in the Odyssey. Homer reprefents Sifyphus rolling up a stone to the top of a mountain, where it is no fooner placed, than it tumbles to the bottom. The tranflator, Mr. Pope, or Mr. Broome, has imitated the original with great success:

I turn'd my eye, and, as I turn'd, furvey'd
A mournful vifion, the Sifyphian fhade.
With many' a weary step, and many' a groan,
Up the high hill, he heaves a huge round ftone..
The huge round stone, refulting with a bound,
Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the
Odys. xi. 733.


*Mr. Broome tranflated eight books of the Odyssey, namely, the 2. 6. 8. 11. 12. 16. 18. 23. Mr. Fenton, the 1. 4. 19. 20. Mr. Pope, the other twelve. But what corrections or improvements he made in the productions of his affiftants it is impoffible to determine.


The fourth line confifts of ten monofyllables, feven of which have the force of accented fyllables; and what more particularly contributes to the flow movement of the verse, five of these words, namely, high, hill, he, heaves, huge, begin with an asperate. The word refulting expreffes the rapidity, with which the ftone bounds over all obftructions; and the laft verfe, which confifts of twelve fyllables, defcribes the continued celerity of its defcent.

Mr. Pope, in his translation of the Iliad, describes the flow march of mules, and the rattling of carts, in thefe expreffive lines:

First march the heavy mules, fecurely flow,

O'er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks they go.
Jumping, high o'er the fhrubs of the rough ground,
Rattle the clatt'ring cars, and the shockt axles bound.
Il. xxiii. 140.

Immediately afterwards, the noife of the woodman's axe, and the falling of the trees, is ftrongly impreffed on the reader's imagination by the found of the verses:

Loud founds the axe, redoubling strokes on strokes ;
On all fides round the foreft hurls her oaks
Headlong. Deep echoing groan the thickets brown;
Then rustling, crackling, crashing, thunder down.

Ib. 146.

In the following couplet the ftillness of the fea is described, in numbers particularly smooth and flowing:

Some demon calm'd the air, and smooth'd the deep, Hufh'd the loud winds, and charm'd the waves to fleep. Odyf. xii. 205.

On the contrary, the roaring of the water is described in verses, as rough and fonorous, as that turbulent element.

While the tide rushes from her rumbling caves, The rough rock roars, tumultuous boil the waves. Ib. 282.

In the following light, eafy numbers the poet represents a fleet, flying over the ocean before the wind:

The fleet swift-tilting o'er the furges flew.

Odyf. iv. 797.

And the fame objects, in other places:
So mounts the bounding veffel o'er the main.

Odyf. xiii. 101.

Above the bounding billows swift they flew.

Il. i. 628.

And when along the level feas they flew.

Il, xx, 272.


How could thy foul, by realms and feas disjoin'd,
Outfly the nimble fail, and leave the lagging wind?
Odyf. xi. 73.

We drop our oars; at ease the pilot guides;
The veffel light along the level glides. xii. 187.

In describing a calm, Mr. Dyer, the author of the Fleece, fays:

While ev'ry zephyr fleeps, then the shrouds drop.

And in another paffage:

With easy course,

The veffels glide, unless their speed be stopp'd
By dead calms, that oft lie on those smooth feas.

Here the author has carried his poetical imitation to excefs; perhaps we may fay, to fome degree of affectation.

The reader may probably apply this observation to several other paffages, which I have here produced. Let him enjoy his opinion. I will not pretend to affert, that even Mr. Pope is, at all times, equally happy in the use of this poetical ornament.

The fame incomparable tranflator thus describes the whistling of the winds:


The whistling winds already wak'd the sky;
Before the whistling winds the veffels fly.

Odyf. iii. 213.

The wi'd winds whistle, and the billows roar;
The splitting raft the furious tempeft tore.

A company of dancers:

vii. 357.

Light bounding from the earth, at once they rife,
Their feet half-viewless quiver in the skies.

viii. 303.

Venus dancing with an eafy motion, fome. thing like that of a minuet :

Such Venus fhines, when, with a measur'd bound,
She fmoothly gliding, fwims th' harmonious round.

xviii. 229.

Grains of corn leaping, like hailftones, on a barn-floor:

While the broad fan with force is whirl'd around,
Light leaps the golden grain, refulting from the ground.
Il. xiii. 741.

A hero plunging into a river:

His feet upborne fcarce the ftrong flood divide,
Slidd'ring and stagg'ring.
Il. xxi, 266.

The found of a trumpet:

As the loud trumpet's brazen mouth from far,
With thrilling clangor, founds th' alarm of war.

Il. xviii. 259.

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