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Whence admiration overflows the mind,
“Here various Fancy spreads a varied scene, And Judgment likes the sight, and looks serene, And can be pleas'd itself, and helps to please, And joins the work, and regulates the lays. 22.2 Thus, on a plan design'd by double care, The building rises in the glittering air, With just agreement fram'd in every part, And smoothly polish’d with the nicest art.
“Here laurel-boughs, which ancient heroes wore, Now not so fading as they prov'd before, Wreath round the pillars which the Poets rear, And slope their points to make a foliage there. Here chaplets, pull'd in gently-breathing wind, And wrought by lovers innocently kind, 2, 3 o Hung o'er the porch, their fragrant odors give, And fresh in lasting song for ever live. The shades, for whom with such indulgent care Fame wreaths the boughs, or hangs the chaplets there, To deathless honors thus preserv'd above, For ages conquer, or for ages love.
“Here bold Description paints the walls within, Her pencil touches, and the world is seen: The fields look beauteous in their flowery pride, The mountains rear aloft, the vales subside; 2.2, The cities rise, the rivers seem to play, And hanging rocks repell the foaming sea; The foaming seas their angry billows show, Curl’d white above, and darkly roll’d below, Or cease their rage, and, as they caut.'v lie, Return the pleasing pićtures of the sky The skies, extended in an open view, Appear a lofty distant arch of blue, In which Description stains the painted bow, Or thickens clouds, and feathers-out the snow, are Ormingles blushes in the morning ray, Or gilds the noon, or turns an evening gray.
“Here, on the pedestals of War and Peace, In different rows, and with a different grace, Fine Statues proudly ride, or nobly stand, To which Narration with a pointing hand Directs the sight, and makes examples please By boldly venturing to dilate in praise; While chosen beauties lengthen out the song, Yet make her hearers never think it long. 24. Or if, with closer art, with sprightly mien, Scarce like herself, and more like A&tion seen, She bids their facts in images arise, And seem to pass before the Reader's eyes, The words like charms inchanted motion give,
And all the Statues of the Palace live.
“Here, as on circumstance Narrations dwell, And tell what moves, and hardly seem to tell, 2 & The toil of Heroes on the dusty plains, Or on the green the merriment of Swains, Reflection speaks: then all the Forms that rose In life’s inchanted scene themselves compose ; Whilst the grave voice, controling all the spells, — With solemn utterance, thus the Moral tells: “So Public Worth its enemies destroys, “Or Private Innocence itself enjoys.”
“Here all the Passions, for their greater sway, In all the power of words themselves array; — 22 e And hence the soft Pathetic gently charms, And hence the bolder fills the breast with arms. Sweet Love in numbers finds a world of darts,
And with Desirings wounds the tender hearts.
“Pass further through the Dome, another view Would now the pleasures of thy mind renew, 32, Where oft Description for the colors goes, Which raise and animate its native shows; Where oft Narration seeks a florid grace To keep from sinking ere 'tis time to cease; Where easy turns Reflection looks to find, When Morals aim at dress to please the mind; Where lively Figures are for use array'd, And these an Aćtion, those a Passion, aid.
“There modest Metaphors in order sit, With unaffected, undisguising Wit, – 310 That leave their own, and seek another's place,
Not forc'd, but changing with an easy pace,
“By these the beauteous Similies reside,
“There Repetitions one another meet, Expressly strong, or languishingly sweet, And raise the sort of sentiment they please, And urge the sort of sentiment they raise.
“There close in order are the Questions plac'd, Which march with art conceal’d in shows of haste, o, And work the Reader till his mind be brought To make its answers in the Writer's thought. For thus the moving Passions seem to throng, And with their quickness force the soul along; And thus the soul grows fond they should prevail, When every Question seems a fair appeal; And if by just degrees of strength they soar, In steps as equal each affects the more.