With the philofophical or religious tenets of the author I have nothing to do; my business is with his poetry. The fubject is well chofen, as it includes all images that can ftrike or please, and thus comprises every fpecies of poetical delight. The only difficulty is in the choice of examples and illuftrations; and it is not eafy in fuch exuberance of matter to find the middle point between penury and fatiety. The parts feem artificially difpofed, with fufficient coherence, fo as that they cannot change their places without injury to the general defign.

His images are difplayed with fuch luxuriance of expreffion, that they are hidden, like Butler's Moon, by a "Veil of Light;" they are forms fantastically loft under fuperfluity of drefs. Pars minima eft ipfa puella fui. The words are multiplied till the fenfe is hardly perceived; attention deferts the mind, and fettles in the ear. The reader wanders through the gay diffufion, fometimes amazed, and fometimes delighted, but, after many turnings in the flowery labyrinth, comes out as he went in. He remarked little, and laid hold on nothing.

To his verfification juftice requires that praise should not be denied. In the general fabrication of his lines he is perhaps fuperior to any other writer of blank verfe; his flow is fimooth, and his pauses are mufical; but the concatenation of his verfes is commonly too long continued, and the full clofe does not recur with fufficient frequency. The fenfe is carried on through a long intertexture of complicated claufes, and, as nothing is diftinguished, nothing is remembered.

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The exemption which blank verfe affords from the neceffity of clofing the fenfe with the couplet betrays luxuriant and active minds into fuch felf-indulgence, that they pile image upon image, ornament upon ornament, and are not eafily perfuaded to close the fenfe at all. Blank verfe will therefore, I fear, be too often found in defcription exuberant, in argument loquacious, and in narration tiresome.

His diction is certainly poetical as it is not profaick, and elegant as it is not vulgar. He is to be commended as having fewer artifices of difguft than moft of his brethren of the blank fong. He rarely either recalls old phrases, or twifts his metre into harsh inverfions. The fenfe however of his words is ftrained; when "he views the Ganges from Alpine "heights;" that is, from mountains like the Alps. And the pedant furely intrudes (but when was blank verfe without pedantry ?) when he tells how " Pla"nets abfolve the ftated round of Time."

It is generally known to the readers of poetry that he intended to revife and augment this work, but died before he had completed his defign. The reformed work as he left it, and the additions which he had made, are very properly retained in the late collection. He feems to have fomewhat contracted his diffufion; but I know not whether he has gained in closeness what he has loft in fplendor. In the additional book, The Tale of Solon is too long.

One great defect of his poem is very properly cenfured by Mr. Walker, unless it may be faid, in his defence, that what he has omitted was not properly in his plan. "His picture of man is grand "and beautiful, but unfinished. The immortality

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"of the foul, which is the natural confequence of "the appetites and powers the is invested with, is

fcarcely once hinted throughout the poem. This "deficiency is amply supplied by the masterly pencil "of Dr. Young; who, like a good philofopher, has "invincibly proved the immortality of man, from "the grandeur of his conceptions, and the meanness "and mifery of his ftate; for this reafon, a few paffages are selected from the Night Thoughts," "which, with those from Akenfide, feem to form a "complete view of the powers, fituation, and end "of man." • Exercises for Improvement in Elocution,' p. 66.

His other poems are now to be confidered; but a fhort confideration will dispatch them. It is not easy to guess why he addicted himself fo diligently to lyrick poetry, having neither the eafe and airiness of the lighter, nor the vehemence and elevation of the grander ode. When he lays his ill-fated hand upon his harp, his former powers feem to defert him ; he has no longer his luxuriance of exprefiion, nor variety of images. His thoughts are cold, and his words inelegant. Yet fuch was his love of lyricks, that, having written with great vigour and poignancy his Epifle to Curio, he transformed it afterwards into an ode difgraceful only to its author.

Of his odes nothing favourable can be faid; the fentiments commonly want force, nature, or novelty; the diction is fometimes harfh and uncouth, the ftanzas ill-conftructed and unpleasant, and the rhymes diffonant, or unfkilfully difpofed, too diftant from each other, or arranged with too little regard to established use, and therefore perplexing to the ear,

which in a fhort compofition has not time to grow familiar with an innovation.

To examine fuch compofitions fingly cannot be required; they have doubtless brighter and darker parts: but, when they are once found to be generally dull, all further labour may be spared; for to what use can the work be criticised that will not be read?

GRAY.

GRAY.

THOMAS GRAY, the fon of Mr. Philip Gray, a fcrivener of London, was born in Cornhill, November 26, 1716. His grammatical education he received at Eton under the care of Mr. Antrobus, his mother's brother, then affiftant to Dr. George; and when he left fchool, in 1734, entered a penfioner at Peterhoufe in Cambridge.

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The tranfition from the fchool to the college is, to moft young scholars, the time from which they date years of manhood, liberty, and happiness; but Gray feems to have been very little delighted with academical gratifications; he liked at Cambridge neither the mode of life nor the fashion of study, and lived fullenly on to the time when his attendance on lectures was no longer required. As he intended to profefs the Common Law, he took no degree.

When he had been at Cambridge about five years, Mr. Horace Walpole, whofe friendship he had gained at Eton, invited him to travel with him as his companion. They wandered through France into Italy; and Gray's Letters contain a very pleafing account of many parts of their journey. But unequal friend