is instantaneously received by one glance on the face of the Venus de' Medici, or in that of the Apollo in Belvedere; and if the spark, which Phidias caught from the Zeus of Homer, were shot by his _waving_ locks and the _nod_ of his brow, will it be denied that _Ctesilas_ in his expiring warrior, from whose expression might be collected how much remained of life, or _Aristides_ in the wounded mother, who, in the pangs of death, struggled to remove her child from her palsied nipple, 'surrounded, pierced, and disclosed the most hidden qualities of their objects?' From what Mr. R. with great acuteness remarks on poetic comparison, we have extracted the following sonnet of Lorenzo, with the translation, 'not only,' as he adds, 'as an instance of the illustration of one sensible object by another, but of the comparison of an abstract sentiment with a beautiful natural image.' P. 260. SONETTO. "Oimè, che belle lagrime fur quelle Che 'l nembo di disio stillando mosse! Quando il giusto dolor che'l cor percosse, Salì poi su nell' amorose stelle! Rigavon per la delicata pelle Le bianche guancie dolcemente rosse, Come chiar rio faria, che'n prato fosse, Fier bianchi, e rossi, le lagrime belle; Lieto amor stava in l' amorosa pioggia, Com' uccel dopo il sol, bramate tanto, Lieto riceve rugiadose stille. Poi piangendo in quelli occhi ov'egli alloggia, Facea del bello e doloroso pianto, Visibilmente uscir dolce faville." "Ah! pearly drops, that pouring from those eyes, Spoke the dissolving cloud of soft desire! What time cold sorrow chill'd the genial fire, 'Struck the fair urns, and bade the waters rise.' Soft down those cheeks, where native crimson vies With ivory whiteness, see the crystals throng; As some clear river winds its stream along, Bathing the flowers of pale and purple dyes, Whilst Love rejoicing in the amorous shower, Stands like some bird, that, after sultry heats, Enjoys the drops, and shakes his glittering wings: Then grasps his bolt, and, conscious of his power, Midst those bright orbs assumes his wonted seat, And thro' the lucid shower his living lightning flings."