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Now sacred Light began to dawn
In some of these poetical pictures which I have here set before the reader, the heavens only are shewn, and the first springing of light there; in others, the earth is taken into the prospect, with her flowers wet with dew, and her rising vapours; and sometimes the occupations of living creatures proper to the season are represented, and afford a yet greater diversity of amusing images. Such is that admirable description in Otway's Orphan:
Wish'd Morning's come; and now upon the plains
The beasts, that under the warm hedges slept,
I shall conclude this paper with a remark, which, I believe, will be allowed by all impartial critics; that whoever will take the pains to look into the several descriptions of this kind, which may be found in the works of ancient and modern writers, will find that the English poets have described the Morning with at least as much elegance of fancy as any others have done, and with more variety.
LAY-MONASTERY, No. 39, Feb. 12, 1713.
As the juxta-position of descriptions thus beautiful forms an elegant entertainment to the lovers of poetry, I shall beg leave to enlarge the list of parallelisms by the adduction of a few more passages :
Primum Aurora novo quam spargit lumine terras,
When first Aurora o'er the dewy earth
A thousand songsters ope their liquid throats,
Sæpe videmus, Aurea quam primum, gemmanteis rore, per herbas Matutina rubent radiati lumina Solis ; Exhalantque lacus nebulam, fluvieique perennes : Ipsaque et interdum tellus fumare videtur: Omnia quæ, sursum quam conciliantur in alto, Corpore concreto, subtexant nubila cælum.
Full oft we view, When, at the dawn, the golden-tressed sun Flames o'er the meadows rich with rory gems, And from the mountains, lakes, and teeming glebes, Draws many a vapour, which when once aloft By the chill air condens’d, to clouds concretes, And with its filmy drap'ry veils the heavens.
observant of approaching Day, The meek ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews; At first faint-gleaming in the dappled east; Till far o'er ether spreads the widening glow; And from before the lustre of her face, White break the clouds away with quicken'd step ; Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn, Blue, thro’ the dusk, the smoking currents shine; And from the bladed field the fearful hare Limps awkward; while along the forest glade The wild deer trip, and often turning, gaze At early passenger, Music awakes The native voice of undissembled joy ; And thick aronnd the woodland hymns arise. Rous'd by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves His mossy cottage, where with peace he dwells ;
And from the crowded fold in order drives
The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,
The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed,
Infert se septus pebulâ, mirabile dictu !
strange to tell! he mingled with the crowds, and past unseen, involv'd in mantling clouds.
THERE was a king, whose name was Alfarute; feared by all his neighbours, and loved by all his subjects; he was wise, good, just, valiant, and deficient in no quality requisite in a great prince. A fairy came to him one day, and told him that he would soon find himself plunged into great difficulties, if he did not make use of the ring which she then put on his finger. When he turned the stone of the ring to the inside of his hand, he became invisible; and when he turned the diamond outward, he became visible again.
He was mightily pleased with this present, and soon grew sensible of the inestimable value of it. When he suspected any one of his subjects, he went into that man's house and closet, with his diamond turned inward, and heard and saw all the secrets of the family, without being perceived. When he mistrusted the designs of