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. Give the vengeance due 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, Or both divide the crown: He raised a mortal to the skies; I. On Linden, when the sun was low, II. But Linden saw another sight, III. By torch and trumpet fast array'd IV. Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n, And louder than the bolts of heaven, V. And redder yet those fires shall glow, And darker yet shall be the flow VI. "Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. VII. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave! And charge with all thy chivalry! 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 bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. CAMPBELL. And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, 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, Dejected Pity at his side, 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. 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, O, bid our vain endeavours cease, 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 THOMSON'S SEASONS. |