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alluded to the Deluge. We cannot think it a happy one. After the rifing of the waters in one line, they should not be exhibited as fubfiding in the next; for we are till but in the beginning of the flood; though the author immediately after is loft in the clouds.

And hark! the ocean's thundering gate
Has burst its hinge, and on the continent
Difgorg'd its might; while on the winged storm
Terror triumphant rides. The difmal dash
Of wave on wave, loud howling winds, the earth
Rent to her center by a thousand shocks,
Each fhock, a ruin, only founds the trump
Of elemental war a pregnant cloud
Dilated, like one dark pavilion hangs,
Dreadful fufpenfe! then bursts with all its rage
Collected cataracts of smoking rain
Their wild difpleasure spend; earth-delving spouts,
Swift hurricanes, hails, blafting vollies, land
Made fea, the fea one wide wafte infinite.'


The last line is expreffive, and worthy Milton; whom, it is needless to add, Mr. Roberts pretty closely imitates both as to expreffion and incidents.-The spirit of the waters stalking abroad exulting,' and Satan leaping from his burning throne,' are bold and poetic images. But how inferior is the removal of the Armenian haunt,' where

Eve, efpoufed late,

Slept upon Amaranth's immortal bloom'

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to the account given in the great original, whence the idea is taken!

On the dove's fecond expedition from the ark it is faid,

'Not again

To beat her barriers, fhall the bird return;
No in the well-known mead, or grove, a neft
She weaves and warbles wild her artlefs notes ;
Or drinks ambrofial nectar from the rill.'

We might here ask the author, how this dove, the face of nature being entirely changed, could find out her well-known meads and groves?' How, or rather why, build a neft without her mate; and how warble her artlefs notes,' a mufical mode of expreffion, furely never used by doves, male or female, fince or before the days of Noah ?


Nature is next represented as restored to more than pristine beauty. The eye was enamour'd of its charms,' and zephyr feed refreshing breezes that imprefs'd not the meadow's down.'


Good patriarch, wide the lattice of the ark Unfolded, curious dome; upon whofe roof Was etch'd the chronicle of month, and day; While the fun, quivering thro' her fable gate, Reflects the gleam of thoufand golden plumes, Star-fpangled infects, eyes of living fire, Darting their mingled radiance thro' the gloom.' This paffage is extremely obfcure. Are we to fuppofe, and we cannot, according to grammatical construction, understand it otherwise, that Noah ventured out during the time that the flood-gates of heaven were set open, to sketch his diary on the roof of the ark? and that at the fame time, (fo while' muft fignify,) the fun fhone through a black gate, and reflected the mingled radiance that proceeded from golden feathers, infects fpangled with stars, and eyes of fire?'-Noah and his family' quit the ark. A sketch of his three fons' respective defcendants is given. Some of Shem's



Sumatra fill,

And Borneo cinctur'd by the burning line;
Or drive the furious Tartar, favage clan,
From Pekin's wall.'

Is it proper, because Borneo lies under the equinoctial line, to fay that it is enclosed or furrounded by it? Or to characterise the Tartars as repulfed from Pekin, when it is well known that China has more than once been conquered by their arms, and that its prefent monarch is defcended from them? The address to the Negroes, introduced in the lift of Ham's descendants, is good but an unfortunate miftake is committed in respect to the Sons of Japhet; among whom we little expected to meet with the illuftrious poetical-perfonified being that clofes the mufter-roll.

The Gothic swarm

Of Frank, and Vandal, and the blue ey'd hoft
That skirt the Baltic, Lapland's frozen fons,
And that fair ifle, which awes the continent,
And on her hoar cliff nurses Liberty,

Queen of the Sea, Britannia, from his feed
Shall rife.'

Next we find that

---All thefe, the progeny, and pride Of Noah, difembark'd.

Who? the island of Britain, the Goths, Laplanders, &c. That the author could not mean to be understood fo, we will allow; but he might have expreffed himfelf with more perfpicuity,

and not have left us to guess that Shem, Ham, and Japhet were the progeny alluded to. The birds, beasts, and reptiles follow: The gaudy fluttering infect from the fun Kindles the gleam of his tranfparent wing,'

The last line is truly poetical; and the elaborate defcription of the rainbow, which fucceeds, in feveral places claims our approbation. To others we object. We do not like colours that strike the eye with a faint vibration,' nor those that fire the kindling fky.' The metaphor in the firft is confufed, and the second expreffion is too violent for the occafion. The firft address to the Earth, though partly taken from Milton, is ludicrous.

O fear not, Earth, again.

To fhed thy green luxuriance, nor to play
Thy artless virgin fancies.'

In the fecond, the author unluckily does not ftrictly adhere to truth.

Fear not, O Earth; contentious waves no more
With bitter blast shall sweep thy gallant fons,
Like trembling leaves, away; thy fure appeal
Is yon bright curve.'



True, with refpect to a general inundation, but it affords no protection in regard to individuals. Waves fweeping with,' or rather put in motion by bitter blafts,' are still sometimes fatal. The conclufion of this rainbow-defcription is picturesque; but fome of the scenery is misplaced :

. Oft fhall God gladden the groves

Of myrrh, and the tweet wilderness of balm

With fhowers, and from his gay. enamell'd bow
Shed humid fruitfulness; fome aged fpire
Shall rife behind in penfive ivy clad,

And awful filence crown the lovely scene.'



What has this aged fpire,' the penfive ivy,' and awful filence' to do with the gay Afiatic fcene preceding it !—We could proceed in noticing fome other trifling faults, but are aware that it may be alledged we have already been too fedulous in endeavouring to point them out, and have paid greater attention to this poem than its confequence required. Our excufe is, and we hope a fufficient one, that had we been lefs explicit, our condemnation might have been attributed to ignorance, inattention, or private malice. It was neceffary to shew why we disliked it: for the poem is written by a graduate in arts, a fellow of one of the moft refpectable colleges of one of the most famous univerfities in Europe, recommended to public notice by proving the best performance on the subject pro


pofed, and rewarded by a year's income of the Kiflingbury farm, the annual ftipend for the most eminent poetical candidate. From the specimen before us, and worse we have seen in former days, and from our having no right to suppose that any fuperior performance was rejected, we must conclude that poetry is not a favourite pursuit among the masters of arts in Cambridge, and that the rent of the farm might be bestowed in a better manner. If the learned tribunal, however, are not allowed to change the object of the donation, they might at least have pointed out fome of the more glaring errors, occafioned perhaps by the hurry of compofition: and thefe certainly fhould have been corrected before the publication.

The Brunoniad: a Poem, in Six Cantos. 4to. 35. 6d. Jewed. Kearsley.

OUR readers will remember the unfortunate Dr. Brown,

and his eccentric erroneous fyftem; which as it precluded thought, ftudy, and attention, was unfortunately popular among those who felt the inconvenience of labour, of reading, and reflection. It was our lot to be the decided enemy, not of Dr. Brown, but of his arrogance and errors, for we were called on to determine on the merits of his fyftem. We have already faid that Contention is no more, unless Error fhould arife from its afhes, and the poifon be diffused in other forms. We would willingly close the fcene with his mock heroic, which poffeffes much ingenuity and learning, with that portion of serious burlesque which in poems of this kind is indispenfible.

As two translations of Aristotle's Poetic' have lately passed their ordeal in this Journal, we must not commend or blame too haftily. The mock heroic, though of undoubted antiquity, is not indeed treated of by the Stagyrite; but it is generally allowed by all critics on these poems, from the Batrachomyomachia to the Loufiad, that it fhould have all the properties of the true epic. The ftory muft be fingle and the defign obvious: in the Brunoniad we have no fingle object, unless the removal of Dr. Brown to London be one; yet to this the different parts do not concur, nor does it appear that this is the neceffary refult of the events. Again: Horace has told us that the poet should begin in the middle; but our author is as regular as a Journalist: it should be enlivened by episodes; yet no epifodes occur. Perhaps, however, we are trying the poet by rules which he difclaims; and his only ob ject was to write an humorous poem on the late medical contests which the eccentricity of Dr. Brown has occafioned.

In this


he has fucceeded very well; and though evidently a friend of the Brunonian fyftem, his partiality is not glaring or offenfive. The following defcription of Brown is a fufficient proof of it.

Hail, parent Bacchus! whofe infpiring juice
Can nobler views, fublimer thoughts infufe;
"Tis thine alone t'evolve the filken chain,
Where life half viewless holds her weak domain;
Where the dim fpeck its little orb difplays,
'Tis thine the pure enlivening flame to raife:
"Tis thine, when youth rolls round its rapid ftreams,
To fwell the mufcles and expand the limbs,
While Age himself, from pain and fickness free,
Lolls in his eafy chair and praises thee.

'Twas hence, great Bruno, thy untutor'd mind
Left the dull load of matter far behind;
Led to inebriate at the rofy spring,
Thy dauntless genius ftretch'd its ample wing.
Hence, like the well-hoop'd cafk, a gulph profound!
Thy bold abdomen fwells a fpacious round:
Hence, fure expulfion of all vexing care,
The large carbuncle gilds thy forehead fair:
Hence through thy veins th'exalted mixture flows,
And hence the crimson honours of thy nose.'

The defcription of Dr. Cullen is, we think, equally fpi


Neftor, who now that fable garment wore,
Which many a grave profeffor deckt of yore,
White as the milky dove, or Boreal fnows,
His ample wig around his fhoulders flows,
And feventy rolling years in vain control
The flights eccentric of his daring foul.

He fees how spasm the tortured frame affails,
Alike when Tone or Atony prevails;
How fierce when high the purple currents flow,
And how much fiercer when as much too low.
Patient of toil, his labouring hands restore
Whate'er Germanic Hoffman taught before:
Immortal fage! in whofe ftupendous plan.
Shines forth a vital principle in man,
Afk what deftroys the ftudent's rofeate bloom
When frowning Fate proclaims the day of doom?
'Tis fpafm, 'tis fpafm, th'exulting hero cries,
And rolls in majefty his awful eyes.
When baleful Febris with unhallow'd breath,
Breathes on the panting wretch the blast of death,
Afk what fad caufe contracts his afpect wan,
And fhrinks his fubftance into half a man,


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