mulant to enthusiasm. The true poet renovates our emotions, and is not content with explaining them. Even in a philosophical poem on the Imagination, Akenside might have given historical tablets of the power which he delineated; but his illustrations for the most part only consist in general ideas fleetingly personified. There is but one pathetic passage (I think) in the whole poem, namely, that in which he describes the lover embracing the urn of his deceased mistress. On the subject of the passions, in book ii. when our attention evidently expects to be disengaged from abstraction, by spirited draughts illustrative of their influence, how much are we disappointed by the cold and tedious episode of Harmodius's vision, an allegory which is the more intolerable, because it professes to teach us resignation to the will of Heaven, by a fiction which neither imposes on the fancy nor communicates a moral to the understanding. Under the head of Beauty he only personifies Beauty herself, and her image leaves upon the mind but a vague impression of a beautiful woman, who might have been any body. He introduces indeed some illustrations under the topic of ridicule, but in these his solemn manner overlaying the levity of his subjects unhappily produces a contrast which approaches itself to the ridiculous. In treating of novelty he is rather more descriptive; we have the youth breaking from domestic endearments in quest of knowledge, the sage over his midnight lamp, the virgin at her romance, and the village matron relating her stories of witchcraft. Short and compressed as those sketches are, they are still beautiful glimpses of reality, and it is expressly from observing the relief which they afford to his didactic and declamatory passages, that we are led to wish that he had appealed more frequently to examples from nature. It is disagreeable to add, that unsatisfactory as he is in illustrating the several parts of his theory, he ushers them in with great promises, and closes them with self congratulation. He says, "Thus with a faithful aim have we presumed Adventurous to delineate nature's form," when in fact he has delineated very little of it. He raises triumphal arches for the entrance and exit of his subject, and then sends beneath them a procession of a few individual ideas. He altered the poem in maturer life, but with no accession to its powers of entertainment. Harmodius was indeed dismissed, as well as the philosophy of ridicule, but the episode of Solon was left unfinished, and the whole work made rather more dry and scholastic; and he had even the bad taste, I believe, to mutilate some of those fine passages, which, in their primitive state, are still deservedly admired and popular. FROM THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION. BOOK I. The subject proposed-Difficulty of treating it poetically-The ideas of the Divine mind the origin of every quality pleasing to the imagination--Variety of mental constitutions-The idea of a fine imagination, and the state of the mind in the enjoyment of those pleasures it affords. WITH what attractive charms this goodly frame Your gifts, your honours, dance around my strain. Of Avon, whence thy rosy fingers cull She blends and shifts at will, through countless forms, Wilt thou, eternal Harmony! descend And join this festive train? for with thee comes Majestic Truth; and where Truth deigns to come, Her sister Liberty will not be far. Be present all ye genii, who conduct The wandering footsteps of the youthful bard, Oft have the laws of each poetic strain Of high Parnassus. Nature's kindling breath High as the summit; there to breathe at large Untasted springs, to drink inspiring draughts, And shade my temples with unfading flowers From Heaven my strains begin; from Heaven The flame of genius to the human breast, And inspiration. Ere the radiant Sun Ere mountains, woods, or streams, adorn'd the globe, The radiant Sun, the Moon's nocturnal lamp, And Wisdom's mien celestial. From the first Of days, on them his love divine he fix'd, Hence the green earth, and wild resounding waves; But not alike to every mortal eye Is this great scene unveil'd. For since the claims |