375 The trumpet sleep, while cheerful horns are blown, 380 Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend! woods, And half thy forests rush into thy floods, Bear Britain's thunder, and her Cross display, 385 Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole; VARIATIONS. Ver. 385, &c. were originally thus, Now shall our fleets the bloody Cross display To the rich regions of the rising day, Or those green isles, where headlong Titan steeps His hissing axle in th' Atlantic deeps: Tempt icy seas, &c. NOTES. Ver. 378. And Temples rise,] The fifty new churches. P. Ver. 380. A new Whitehall] "Several plates (says Mr. Walpole) of the intended palace of Whitehall have been given, but, I believe, from no finished design of Inigo Jones. The four great sheets are evidently made up from general hints, nor could such a source of invention and taste, as the mind of Inigo, ever produce so much sameness. The strange kind of cherubims on the towers at the end are preposterous ornaments, and whether of Inigo or not, bear no relation to the Or under southern skies exalt their sails, 391 395 400 Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales! rest. NOTES. 405 The great towers in the front are too near, and evidently borrowed from what he had seen in Gothic, not in Roman buildings. The circular court is a picturesque thought, but without meaning or utility. Ver. 391.] Here is almost a prophecy of those discoveries of new islands and continents which this country of late years has had the honour to make. Ver. 398. Unbounded Thames, &c.] A wish that London may be made a FREE PORT. P. Ver. 409.] To hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves, says Mr. Gray, most beautifully in his ode; dusky loves is more accurate than sable; they are not negroes. 411 415 Peru once more a race of Kings behold, Here cease thy flight, nor with unhallow'd lays NOTES. 431 Ver. 422. in vain.] This conclusion both of Horace and of Pope is feeble and flat. The whole should have ended with this speech of Thames at this line, 422. Ver. 423.] IMITATIONS. "Quo Musa tendis? desine pervicax Referre sermones Deorum, et Magna modis tenuare parvis." Hor. Several elegant imitations have been given of this species of local poetry; the principal seem to be, Grongar Hill; the Ruins of Rome; Claremont, by Garth; Kymber, by Mr. Potter; Kensington Gardens; Catharine Hill; Faringdon Hill; Newdwood Forest; Lewesdon Hill; the Deserted Village, and Traveller, of Goldsmith; and the Ode on the distant Prospect of Eton College. Pope, it seems, was of opinion, that descriptive poetry is a composition as absurd as a feast made up of sauces: and I know many other persons that think meanly of it. I will not presume to say it is equal, either in dignity or utility, to those compositions that lay open the internal constitution of man, and that imitate characters, manners, and sentiments. I may however remind such contemners of it, that, in a sister art, landscape-painting claims the very next rank to history-painting, being ever preferred to single portraits, to pieces of still-life, to droll figures, to fruit, and flower-pieces; that Titian thought it no diminution of his genius, to spend much of his time in works of the former species; and that, if their principles lead them to condemn Thomson, they must also condemn the Georgics of Virgil, and the greatest part of the noblest descriptive poem extant; I mean that of Lucretius. |