proper introduction to the ode; it might consist of two novements, the first descriptive of the horror and confusion of battle, the last a march grave and majestic, but expressing the exultation and insolent security of conquest. This movement should be composed entirely of wind instruments, except the kettle-drum heard at intervals. The da capo of it must be suddenly broke in upon, and put to silence by the clang of the harp in a tumultuous rapid movement, joined with the voice, all at once, and not ushered in by any symphony. The harmony may be strengthened by any other stringed instrument; but the harp should every where prevail, and form the continued running accompaniment, submitting itself to nothing but the voice.' "I cannot (adds Mr. Mason) quit this and the preceding ode, without saying a word or two concerning the obscurity which has been imputed to them, and the preference which, in consequence, has been given to his Elegy. It seems as if the persons, who hold this opinion, suppose that every species of poetry ought to be equally clear and intelligible: than which position nothing can be more repugnant to the several specific natures of composition, and to the practice of ancient art. Not to take Pindar and his odes for an example, (though what I am here defending were written professedly in imitation of him,) I would ask, are all the writings of Horace, his Epistles, Satires, and Odes, equally perspicuous? Among his odes, separately considered, are there not remarkable differences of this very kind? Is the spirit and meaning of that which begins, Descende cœlo, et dic, age, tibiâ,' Ode iv. lib. 3, so readily comprehended as Persicos odi, puer, apparatus,' Ode xxxviii. lib. 1. And is the latter a finer picce of lyrical composition on that account? Is Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,' Ode xxii. lib. 1, superior to Pindarum quisquis studet æmulari,' Ode ii. lib. 4; because it may be understood at the first reading, and the latter not without much study and reflection? Now between these odes, thus compared, there is surely equal difference in point of perspicuity, as between the Progress of Poesy, and the Prospect of Eton College; the Ode on the Spring, and the Bard. But,' say these objectors, the end of poetry is universally to please. Obscurity, by taking off from our pleasure, destroys that end. I will grant that if the obscurity be great, constant, and insurmountable, this is certainly true; but if it be only found in particular passages, proceeding from the nature of the subject and the very genius of the composition, it does not rob us of our pleasure, but superadds a new one, which arises from conquering a difficulty; and the pleasure which accrues from a difficult passage, when well understood, provided the passage itself be a fine one, is always more perma nent than that which we discover at the first glance. The Lyric Muse, like other fine ladies, requires to be courted, and retains her admirers the longer for not having yielded too readily to their solicitations. This argument, ending as it does in a sort of simile, will, I am persuaded, not only have its force with the intelligent readers (the EYNETOI), but also with the men of fashion: as to critics of a lower class, it may be sufficient to transcribe, for their improvement, an unfinished remark, or rather maxim, which I found amongst our author's papers; and which he probably wrote on occasion of the common preference given to his Elegy. The Gout de comparaison (as Bruyere styles it) is the only taste of ordinary minds. They do not know the specific excellence either of an author or a composition: for instance, they do not know that Tibullus spoke the language of nature and love; that Horace saw the vanities and follies of mankind with the most penetrating eye, and touched them to the quick; that Virgil ennobled even the most common images by the graces of a glowing, melodious, and well-adapted expression: but they do know that Virgil was a better poet than Horace, and that Horace's Epistles do not run so well as the Elegies of Tibullus."" ODE FOR MUSIC. (IRREGULAR.) This Ode was performed in the Senate-House at Cambridge, July 1, 1769, at the installation of His Grace Augustus Henry Fitzroy, Duke of Grafton, Chancellor of the University. (This Ūde is printed with the divisions adopted by the Composer, Dr. Randall, then Professor of Music at Cambridge. On Dr. Burney's disappointment that he did not set this Ode to music, see Miss Burney's Mem. i. 212; and Cradock's Mem. i. p. 107.) I. AIR. "HENCE, avaunt, ('tis holy ground) Servitude that hugs her chain, Nor in these consecrated bowers Let painted Flatt'ry hide her serpent-train in flowers. CHORUS. Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain, V. 1. So Callim. H. in Apoll. ver. 2: 'Ekùç έkàÇ ÖOTIS ÅλTpòs. Virg. Æn. vi. 258: " Procul, O procul este profani." Stat. Sylv. iii. 3: "Procul hinc, procul ite nocentes." Claud. Rap. Pros. i. 3: "Gressus removete profani." V. 2. "Meanwhile welcome joy, and feast, Tipsy dance, and jollity." Milt. Com. 102. W. "Though he and his cursed crew." Milt. Com. 653. V. 7. "Near to her close and consecrated bower.' Mids. N. Dr. act iii. sc. 2. W. V. 9. "Base Envy withers at another's joy." Thomson. Spring. Also, "Safe pursuits and creeping cares." Liberty, p. iv. Luke. Dare the Muse's walk to stain, While bright-eyed Science watches round:1 II. RECITATIVE. From yonder realms of empyrean day Thro' every unborn age, and undiscover'd clime. They send of tender sympathy 10 15 20 V. 13. «From your empyreal bowers, and from the realms of everlasting day." G. West's Poems. V. 15. There sit] Surely a better word than this, "sit," in pronunciation and imagery could have been found. V. 17. "Nations unborn your mighty name shall sound, And worlds applaud that must not yet be found." Pope. Essay on Criticism, 193. W. V. 26. "E'en mitred Rochester would nod the head." Pope. Prol. to the Sat. 143. W. See Warton. Milt. p. 4. V. 27. "To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves." Il Penser. 133. W. And so Pope, in his Transl. of the Odyssey: "Brown with o'erarching shades." This stanza, supposed to be sung by Milton, is very judiciously written in the metre which he fixed upon for the stanza of his Christmas Hymn: "'Twas in the winter wild," &c. Mason. "Nought have we here but willow-shaded shore, V 30. Wakefield has justly remarked that this stanza is indebted to the following passage in the Il Pens. of Milton, ver. 61: To bless the place, where on their opening soul First the genuine ardour stole. "Twas Milton struck the deep-ton'd shell, And, as the choral warblings round him swell, Meek Newton's self bends from his state sublime, And nods his hoary head, and listens to the rhyme. III. AIR. "Ye brown o'er-arching groves, That Contemplation loves, Where willowy Camus lingers with delight! I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright "Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, 80 V. 31. "In long excursion skims the level lawn.” V. 32. "With silver-bright who moon enamels." *Gaw. Douglas, in his Transl. of Virgil, Prolog. to bk. xiii. p. 450, describes the notes of the nightingale as merry: "The mery nyghtyngele Philomene, That on the thorne sat syngand fro the splene, "Ah! far unlike the nightingale ! —s she sings Unceasing thro' the balmy nights of May; She sings from love and joy." Thomson. Agamem. p. 63. "Him will I cheare with chanting all this night, And with that word she 'gan to clear her throate: But such a lively song, now by this light, Yet never hearde I such another note." Gascoigne. Complaynt of Phylomene. Mr. Fox has, I think, given no authority but that of Chaucer, for the merry notes of the nightingale; see his Letter to Lord Grey, p. 12. But see Todd. Illust. of Gower. |