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A drunken man:

Stagg'ring I reel'd, and as I reel'd I fell,'

Lux'd the neck joint; my foul defcends to hell.

Odyf. xi. 79.

The gliding of Juno and Minerva through the


Thence to relieve the fleeting Argive throng,
Smooth as the failing doves, they glide along.

A man overwhelmed with grief:

11. v. 970.

At ev'ry note his tears refponfive flow;
And his great heart heaves with tumultuous woe.

Odyf. viii. 588.

A man spent with fatigue, and almost deprived of breath:

His fwoln heart heav'd; his bloated body swell’d.

v. 583.

A perfon fuppreffing the effufions of forrow:

Her bofom labour'd with a boding figh;
And the big tear stood trembling in her eye.

Il. vi. 508.

The big round tear hung trembling in his eye.

Odys. ii. 91.

A per

A perfon ftruck with horror:

Astonish'd at the fight, aghaft I ftood;

And a cold fear ran shiv'ring thro' my blood.

xi. 55.

He said; chill horrors shook my shiv'ring soul.
iv. 725.

A coward in the agonies of fear:

A fudden palfy feiz'd his turning head;
His loose teeth chatter'd, and his colour fled.

Il. x. 445.

A pugilift, battered and bruifed in a fevere

conteft :

Whofe loose head tottʼring, as with wine opprefs'd,
Obliquely drops, and nodding knocks his breaft.

Odys. xviii. 281.

A fuperannuated warrior in the field of bat


Tho' now unfit an active war to wage,

Heavy with cumb'rous arms, stiff with cold age.

Il. xiii. 648.

Till faint with labour, and by foes repell'd,
His tir'd, flow steps he drags from off the field.

Ib. 65%.

A minor poet, buffeting his brain in com

pofing verfes:


Juft writes to make his barrenness appear,

And ftrains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a
Pope, Prol. to Sat. 181.

A humble genius of the fame kind :

She faw flow Philips creep, like Tate's poor page.

Dunc. i. 105.

A long continued motion, by a verse of twelve fyllables:

Then prone on ocean in a moment flung,

Stretch'd wide his eager arms, and shot the feas along.

Odys. v. 477.

Joyful they fee applauding princes gaze,

When stately in the dance you fwim th' harmonious
Odyf. vi. 187.


Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance,
Fill all the wat'ry plain, and to the margin dance.
Pope, Temple of F. 440.

The beautiful fimile of the pebble, from which these lines are taken, feems to have made a strong impreffion on the imagination of Mr. Pope. It appears in Silius Italicus, lib. xiii. 29, where it is expreffed with wonderful accuracy and ele gance. The Latin is almost literally translated in the Temple of Fame, and the Essay on Man, iv. 364. and flightly touched in the Dunciad, ii. 1405. Shakespeare has given us a faint and trans

ient view of the fame image. It was referved for the excellent poet I have quoted, to do complete juftice to the following lines:

Signa reportandi crefcebat in agmine fervor.
Sic ubi perrumpit stagnantem calculus undam,
Exiguos format per prima volumina gyros;
Mox tremulum vibrans motu glifcente liquorem,
Multiplicat crebros finuati gurgitis orbes :
Donec poftremò laxatis circulus oris
Contingat geminas patulo curvamine ripas *.

A continued rapidity, with a sudden stop:

As from fome mountain's craggy forehead torn,
A rock's round fragment flies, with fury borne;
From steep to fleep the rolling ruin bounds;
At ev'ry shock the crackling wood refounds;
Still gath'ring force, it smokes, and urg'd amain,
Whirls, leaps, and thunders down, impetuous to the
plain :
There ftops.

Il. xiii. 191.

This noble fimile represents the furious descent of Hector from the Grecian wall. The crackling of the woods, the shock, the noise, the rapidity, the irresistibility of the ftone, the augmen

* See a more particular account of these paffages, by the author of this effay, in the Gent. Mag. for Jan. 1792, and in the Crit. Rev. for May 1766, where Mr. Pope's imitation of the Latin poet was, I believe, firft pointed out.


tation of its force as it rolls, and its fudden stop, when it reaches the plain, are prefented to the reader's imagination in the most lively and animated language.

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The dead fall of a heavy animal, and other fimilar incidents:

Down funk the heavy beaft; the females round.
Odys. iii. 572.

Down rush'd the night. East, west, together roar.

v. 371.

The fapp'd foundations by thy force shall fall,
And whelm'd beneath thy waves, drop the huge wall.
Il. vii. 553.

On all fides round the foreft hurls her oaks

Il. xxiii. 147.

We have a very natural and striking image of the fame kind in Paradise Loft, where Miiton represents the astonishment of Adam, when he had heard Eve relate the ftory of her tranfgreffion :

From his flack hand the garland, wreath'd for Eve,
Down dropt-and all the faded roses shed.

ix. 892,

The breaking of a fword in an encounter:

The brittle steel, unfaithful to his hand,

Broke short.

Il. iii. 447.


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