England, and built London, which is called Troja Nova, or Troynovante, is a ftory which (I think) owes its original, if not to Geoffry of Monmouth, at leaft to the Monkifh writers; yet is not rejected by our great Camden; and is told by Milton, as if (at least) he was pleased with it, though poffibly he does not believe it however, it carries a poetical authority, which is fufficient for our purpose. It is as certain that Brute came into England, as that Æneas went into Italy; and, upon the fuppofition of these facts, Virgil wrote the best poem that the world ever read, and Spenfer paid queen Elizabeth the greatest compliment. I need not obviate one piece of criticism, that I bring my hero "From burning Troy, and Xanthus red with blood:.: whereas he was not born when that city was destroyed. Virgil, in the cafe of his own Æneas relating to Dido, will stand as a fufficient proof, that a man in his poetical capacity is not accountable for a little fault in chronology. My two great examples, Horace and Spenfer, in many things refemble each other: both have a height of imagination, and a majefty of expreffion in describing the fublime; and both know to temper thofe talents, and fweeten the description, so as to make it lovely as well as pompous: both have equally that agreeable manner of mixing morality with their story, and that Curiofa Felicitas in the choice of their dic tion, which every writer aims at, and so very few have reached: reached both are particularly fine in their images, and knowing in their numbers. Leaving therefore our two masters to the confideration and study of those who defign to excel in poetry, I only beg leave to add, that it is long fince I have (or at leaft ought to have) quitted Parnaffus, and all the flowery roads on that fide the country; though I thought myfelf indifpenfably obliged, upon the present occafion, to take a little journey into thofe parts. WHEN great Auguftus govern'd ancient Rome, And fent his conquering bands to foreign wars; Abroad when dreaded, and belov'd at home, High as their trumpets tune his lyre he ftrung, II. When bright Eliza rul'd Britannia's ftate, Widely diftributing her high commands, And boldly wife, and fortunately great, Freed the glad nations from tyrannic bands; An equal genius was in Spenfer found; III. But, greatest Anna! while thy arms pursue What equal pen shall write thy wondrous reign? IV. Me all too mean for fuch a task I weet: Yet, if the Sovereign Lady deigns to smile, I'll follow Horace with impetuous heat, And clothe the verfe in Spenfer's native style. By thefe examples rightly taught to fing, And fmit with pleasure of my country's praise, Stretching the plumes of an uncommon wing, High as Olympus I my flight will raife; And latest times fhall in my numbers read Anna's immortal fame, and Marlborough's hardy deed. V. As the ftrong eagle in the filent wood, And, towering round his master's earth-born foes, Lifts his fierce talon high, and darts the forked fire. VI. Sedate and calm thus victor Marlborough fate, Shaded with laurels, in his native land, Till Anna calls him from his foft retreat, VII. When fierce Bavar on Judoign's fpacious plain He He views that favourite of indulgent Fame, His former loffes he forgets to grieve: It now would shine, and only give him leave. His fide ftill fmarting with the hunter's spear, To find the venturous foe, and battle him again. IX. Misguided prince, no longer urge thy fate, Muft from thy brow their falling honours fhed, head. |