Of the other class of compound epithets, Warton has only a few instances, but his odes gave plenty of scope for the use of the “participial epithet” (Type VII), and he has formed them freely: “Pale Cynthia’s _silver-axled_ car” (“Pleasures of Melancholy”), “the _coral-cinctured_ stole” (“Complaint of Cherwell”), “Sport, the _yellow-tressed_ boy” (_ibid._). No doubt many of Thomas Warton’s compound formations were the result of a conscious effort to find “high-sounding” terms, and they have sometimes an air of being merely rhetorical, as in such instances as “_beauty-blooming_,” “_gladsome-glistering_ green,” “_azure-arched_,” “_twilight-tinctured_,” “_coral-cinctured_,” “_cliff-encircled_,” “_daisy-dappled_,” where alliterative effects have obviously been sought. Yet he deserves great credit for his attempts to find new words at a time when the stock epithets and phrases were still the common treasury of the majority of his contemporaries. His brother, Joseph Warton, is less of a pioneer, but there is evident in his work also an effort to search out new epithets. His compounds include (Type II) “_marble-mimic_ gods” (“The Enthusiast”); (Type III) “_courage-breathing_ songs” (“Verses, 1750”), with many instances of Type IV, some commonplace, as “_merchant-crowded_ towns” (“Ode to Health”), others more original, as “mirth and youth nodding _lily-crowned_ heads” (“Ode to Fancy”), joy, “the _rose-crowned, ever-smiling_ boy” (“Ode Against Despair”), “the _beech-embowered_ cottage” (“On The Spring”). Moreover, there are a number in “The Enthusiast,” which reflect a genuine love of Nature (“_thousand-coloured_ tulips,” “_pine-topp’d_ precipice”) and a keen observation of its sights and sounds. It is not forcing the evidence of language too much to say that a similar increasing interest in external nature finds expression in some of the compound epithets to be found in much of the minor poetry of the period. Thus Moses Mendez (_d._ 1758)[181] has in his poem on the various seasons (1751) such conventional epithets as On every hill the _purple-blushing_ vine, but others testify to first hand observation as The _pool-sprung_ gnat on sounding wings doth pass.