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The age of tourneys, triumphs, and quaint mafques,
Glar'd with fantastic pageantry, which dimm'd
The fober eye of truth, and dazzled ev'n
The fage himfelf; witnefs his arched hedge,
In pillar'd state by carpentry upborn,

With colour'd mirrors deck'd, and caged birds:
But, when our ftep has pac'd his proud parterres,
And reach'd the heath, then Nature glads our eye
Sporting in all her lovely careleffnefs.

Their fmiles in varied tufts the velvet rofe,

There flaunts the gadding woodbine, fwells the ground
In gentle hillocks, and around its fides

Thro' bloffom'd fhades the fecret pathway steals."

After paying fimilar qualified compliments to Spenser, Milton, Sir William Temple, the poet comes to the still more modern reformers in horticulture.

ADDISON,

Thou polish'd Sage, or fhall I call thee Bard,
I fee thee come: around thy temples play
The lambent flames of humour, brightning mild
Thy judgment into miles; gracious thou com'ft
With Satire at thy fide, who checks her frown,
But not her fecret fting. With bolder rage
Pore next advances: his indignant arm
Waves the poetic brand o'er Timon's fhades
And lights them to deftruction; the fierce blaze
Sweeps thro' each kindred Vista; Groves to Groves
*Nod their fraternal farewell, and expire,
And now, elate with fair earn'd victory,
The Bard retires. and on the Bark of Thames
Erects his flag of triumph; wild it waves
In verdant fplendor, and beholds, and hails
The King of Rivers, as he rolls along.
KENT is his bold affociate, KENT who felt
The pencil's power: but, fir'd by higher forms
Of Beauty, than that pencil knew to paint,
Work'd with the living hues that Nature lent,
And realiz'd his Landscapes. Generous He,
Who gave to Painting, what the wayward Nymph
Refus'd her Votary, thofe Elyfian fcenes,

*See Mr. Pope's Epiftle on Falfe Tafte infcribed to the Earl of Burlington. Few readers I fuppofe need be informed that this line alludes to the following Couplet :

Grove nods to Grove, each alley has a brother,

And half the platform juft reflects the other.

It is faid that Mr. Kent frequently declared he caught his tafte in gardening from reading the picturefque defcription of Spenfer. However this may be, the defigns which he made for that poet are an incontestable proof, that they had no effect upon his executive powers as a painter.

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Which would the emulate, her daring hand
Muft lavish all its energy fublime.

On thee too, SOUTHCOTE, fhall the Muse bestow
No vulgar praife: for thou to humbleft things
Could't give ennobling beauties: deck'd by thee,
The fimple Farm eclips'd the Garden's pride,
Ev'n as the virgin blush of innocence,

The harlotry of Art. Nor, SHENSTONE, thou
Shalt pafs without thy meed, thou fon of peace!
Who knewft, perchance, to harmonize thy fhades
Still fofter than thy fong; yet was that fong
Nor rude, nor inharmonious, when attun'd
To paftoral plaint, or tale of flighted love.
Him too, the living leader of thy powers,
Great Nature! him the Mufe fhall hail in notes
Which antedate the praise true Genius claims
From juft Pofterity; Bards yet unborn
Shall pay to BROWN that tribute, fitlieft paid
In ftrains, the beauty of his fcenes infpire."

Of the fecond Part of this Poem, we mean, barring injunetions, to give a Specimen in our next Review.

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Poems, confifting chiefly of Tranflations from the Afiatick Languages. To which are added Two Efays; I. On the Poetry of the Eaftern Nations. II. On the Arts, commonly called Imita tive. The Second Edition. 8vo. 5s. Conant.

The first edition of this mifcellany having made its appearance before the commencement of the London Review, it would be doing injuftice to our readers as well as to the author†, did we not embrace the prefent opportunity of noticing its contents, and of enriching our own work with an extract or two from fo fingular and ingenious a publication. In justice to both, therefore, we fhall felect a paffage or two from the author's Effay on the Poetry of the Eaftern Nations; adding, by way of exemplification, as many specimens of the poetry de scribed.

Of the Arabians our author obferves, "that their fondness for poetry, and the respect which they fhow to poets, would be scarce be lieved, if we were not affured of it by writers of great authority; the

Mr. Southcote was the introducer, or rather the inventor, of the Ferme orné, for it may be prefumed nothing more than the term is of French extraction.

t William Jones, Efq; of Univerfity College, Oxford, author of many ether learned and ingenious publications.

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principal occafions of rejoicing among them were formerly, and, very probably, are to this day, the birth of a boy, the foaling of a mare, the arrival of a gueft, and the rife of a poet in their tribe: when a young Arabian has compofed a good poem, all the neighbours pay their compliments to his family, and congratulate them upon having a relation capable of recording their actions, and of recommending their virtues to pofterity. At the beginning of the feventh century, the Arabick language was brought to a high degree of perfection by a fort of poetical academy, that used to affemble at ftated times, in a place called Ocadh, where every poet produced his best compofition, and was fure to meet with the applaufe that it deferved: the most excellent of these poems were tranfcribed in characters of gold upon Egyptian paper, and hung up in the temple of Mecca, whence they were named Modhahebat, or Golden, and Moallakat, or Sufpended: the poems of this fort were called Caffeidd's or eclogues, feven of which are preferved in our libraries, and are confidered as the finest that were written before the time of Mahomed: the fourth of them, compofed by Lebid, is purely paftoral, and extremely like the Alexis of Virgil, but far more beautiful, because it is more agreeable to nature: the poet begins with praifing the charms of the fair Novâra, (a word which in Arabick fignifies a timorous fawn,) but inveighs against her unkindness; he then interweaves a description of his young camel, which he compares for its fwiftnefs to a stag, purfued by the hounds; and takes occafion afterwards to mention his own riches, accomplishments, liberality, and valour, his noble birth, and the glory of his tribe: the diction of this poem is eafy and fimple, yet elegant, the numbers flowing and mufical, and the fentiments wonderfully natural; as the learned reader will fee by the following paffage, which I fhall attempt to imitate in verfe, that the merit of the poet may not be wholly loft in a verbal trans lation:

Bel enti la tadrina cam mi'lleilatin,

Thalkin ledbidhin labwoba wa nedamoba,
Kad bitto fameroha, wa ghayati tajerin
Wafaito idh rofiat, wa azza medamoba,
Befabubi fafiatin wajadhbi carinatin,
Be mowatterin, taata lebo maan ibhamoha,
Bacarto hajataba' ddajaji befohratin,
Levalla minha beina hahba neyamoha.

But ah! thou know'ft not in what youthful play
Our nights, beguil'd with pleafure, fwam away;
Gay fongs, and cheerful tales, deceiv'd the time,
And circling goblets made a tuneful chime ;

Sweet was the draught, and fweet the blooming maid,
Who touch'd her lyre beneath the fragrant fhade;
We fip'd till morning purpled every plain;
The damfels fumber'd, but we fip'd again:

I have a fine copy of thefe feven poems, clearly transcribed, with ex

planatory notes: the names of the feven poets are, Amralkeis, Tarafa,

Zoheir, Lebid, Antara, Amru, and Hareth.

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The first poem in this collection, entitled Solima, affords a more copious fpecimen of the Arabick poetry. It is, indeed, a beautiful compofition, both with respect to fentiment and harmony of numbers; although only a pafticcio, if we may so venture to call it, of figures and defcriptions taken from the Arabian poets.

The Perfians, Turks, and Indians, are faid to have done little more than imitate the ftile and adopt the expreffions of the Arabians.

Speaking of Perfia, our author obferves that "the fame difference of climate, that affects the air and foil of this extenfive country, gives a variety alfo to the perfons and temper of its natives: in fome provinces they have dark complexions, and harsh features; in others they are exquifitely fair, and well-made; in fome others, nervous and robuft: but the general character of the nation is that softness, and love of pleasure, that indolence, and effeminacy, which have made them an eafy prey to all the western and northern fwarms, that have from time to time invaded them. Yet they are not wholly void of martial spirit; and, if they are not naturally brave, they are at least extremely docile, and might, with proper difcipline, be made excellent foldiers: but the greater part of them, in the short intervals of peace that they happen to enjoy, conftantly fink into a state of inactivity, and pass their lives in a pleasurable, yet ftudious, retirement; and this may be one reafon, why Perfia has produced more writers of every kind, and chiefly poets, than all Europe together, fince their way of life gives them leifure to pursue those arts, which cannot be cultivated to advantage, without the greatest calmnefs and ferenity of mind: and this, by the way, is one caufe, among many others, why the poems in the preceding collection are lefs finished; fince they were compofed, not in bowers and fhades, by the fide of rivulets or fountains, but either amidst the confufion of a metropolis, the hurry of travel, the diffipation of publick places, the avocations of more neceffary ftudies, or the attention to more ufeful parts of literature. To return: there is a manufcript at Oxford containing the lives of an hundred and thirty-five of the finest Perfian poets, moft of whom left very ample collections of their poems behind them: but the verfifiers, and moderate poets, if Horace will allow any fuch men to exift, are without number in Perfia.

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"This delicacy of their lives and fentiments has infenfibly affected their language, and rendered it the fofteft, as it is one of the richest, in the world: it is not poffible to convince the reader of this truth, by quoting a paffage from a Perfian poet in European characters; fince the sweetness of found cannot be determined by the fight, and many words, which are foft and mufical in the mouth of a Perfian, may appear very harsh to our eyes, with a number of confonants and gutturals: it may not, however, be abfurd to set down in this place, an

*In Hyperoo Bodl. 128. There is a prefatory difcourfe to this curious work, which comprises the lives of ten Arabian poets.

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Ode of the poet Hafez, which, if it be not fufficient to prove the deli. cacy of his language, will at least show the liveliness of his poetry:

Ai bad nesimi yâr dari,
Zan nefbei mufccòâr dari:
Zinbar mecun diraz-defti!
Ba turrei o che car dari?
Ai gul, to cujá wa ruyi zeibafb?
O taza, wa to kharbar dari.
Nerkes, to cuja wa chefbmi mefieb?
O ferkhofb, wa to khumar dari,
Ai feru, to ba kaddi bulendefb,
Der bagh che iytebâr dari?
Ai akl, to ba wujudi ifhkefh
Der deft che ikhtiyar dari?
Riban, to cuja wa khatti febzefb?
O mufhc, wa to ghubar dari.
Ruzi burefi bewafli Hafez,
Gher takati yntizár dari.

That is, word for word: Ofweet gale, thou beareft the fragant Scent of my beloved; thence it is that thou haft this musky odour. Beware! do not feal: what haft thou to do with her treffes? O rofe, what art thou, to be compared with her bright face? She is fresh, aud thou art rough with thorns. O narciffus, what art thou in comparison of her languishing ye? Her eye is only fleepy, but thou art fick and faint, O pine, compared with ber graceful ftature, what honour haft thou in the garden? O wisdom, what wouldst thou choose, if to choose were in thy power, in preference to ber love? O fweet bafil, what art thou, to be compared with ber fresh cheeks? they are perfect musk, but thou art foon withered. O Hafer, thou quilt one day anain the object of thy defire, if thou can but fupport thy pain with patience. This little fong is not unlike a fonnet, afcribed to Shakespeare, which deferves to be cited here, as a proof that the Eastern imagery is not fo different from the European as we are apt to imagine.

The forward violet thus did I chide:

Sweet thief! whence didft thou fteal thy fweet that smells,
"If not from my love's breath? The purple pride,
"Which on thy foft cheek for complexion dwells,

"In my love's veins thou haft too grellly dyed."
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had fiol'n thy hair;
The rofes fearfully on thorns did ftand,
One blufbing fhame, another white defpair;
A third, nor red, nor white, had ftol'n of both,
And to his robb'ry had annex'd thy breath;
But for his theft, in pride of all his growth,
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flow'rs I noted, yet I none could fee,
But fiveet or colour it bad fol'n from thee,

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