The wing, the harp, the hatchet, the altar of _Simmias_, were the
dregs of a degraded nation's worn-out taste; but it is matter of
surprise, that a race celebrated for susceptibility of sentiment
should have submitted to lisp their first accents, and continued to
breathe their full raptures of love, in the trammels of a sonnet.
If, as may reasonably be supposed, the first twister of a sonnet
were a being of a versatile head and frozen heart, the beauties
thronged into this little labyrinth, it's glowing words, and
thoughts that burn, whether we consider the original, or it's more
than equal translation, equally challenge our admiration and
sympathy.
We must yet be allowed to make a few observations on what our
author, perhaps with greater ingenuity than impartiality,
pronounces on the comparative excellence of the ancients and
moderns in the use of the prosopopœia.
P.266.--'If the moderns excel the ancients in any department of
poetry, it is in that now under consideration. It must not indeed
be supposed, that the ancients were insensible of the effects
produced by this powerful charm, which, more peculiarly than any
other, may be said
_To give to airy nothing,
A local habitation and a name._
But it may safely be asserted, that they have availed themselves of
this creative faculty much more sparingly, and with much less
success, than their modern competitors. The attribution of sense to
inert objects, is indeed common to both; but that still bolder
exertion, which embodies abstract existence, and renders it
susceptible of ocular representation, is almost exclusively the
boast of the moderns.[34]
'If, however, we advert to the few authors who preceded Lorenzo de'
Medici, we shall not trace in their writings many striking
instances of those embodied pictures of ideal existence, which are
so conspicuous in the works of Ariosto, Spenser, Milton, and
subsequent writers of the higher class, who are either natives of
Italy, or have formed their taste upon the poets of that nation.'
To enforce his premises, the author produces a variety of tableaux
from the writings of his hero, and not without appearance of
success, to show his superiority in this species of composition.
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