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Can you write me a poem about william bowyer and charles de la rue in the style of Lady Anne Hamilton?
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Sure, here's a poem about william bowyer and charles de la rue in the style of Lady Anne Hamilton:
  preoccupied him as Oxford's Professor of Poetry.
Amaz'd stood _Turnus_, and th' _Ausonian_ Chiefs;
'Till, looking back, they saw the Navy move
Cov'ring the Sea, and gliding make to Shore.
Fierce burns his Helm; and from his tow'ring Crest
Flame flashes; and his Shield's round Bossy Gold
Vomits vast Fires: As when in gloomy Night
Ensanguin'd Comets shoot a dismal Glare;
Or the red Dog-Star, rising on the World,
To wretched Mortals threatens Dearth, and Plagues,
With Baleful Light; and saddens all the Sky.          (360 _ff._)
Like a Comet burn'd,
That fires the Length of _Ophiucus_ huge
In th' Artick Sky; and from his horrid hair
Shakes Pestilence and War.          (II. 708-711)
_Aeneas_ ... with Joy
Exults; and thunders terrible in Arms.
As great as _Athos_, or as _Eryx_ great,
Or Father _Apennine_, when crown'd with Okes
He waves the ruffled Forest on his Brow,
And rears his snowy Summit to the Clouds.          (902 ff.)
On th' other Side _Satan_ allarm'd
Collecting all his Might, dilated stood;
Like _Teneriff_, or _Atlas_ unremov'd:
His Stature reach'd the Sky, and on his Crest
Let there be Light, said God; and forthwith Light
Ethereal, first of Things, Quintessence pure,
Sprang from the Deep.          (p. xxx)
unbalanced, but Trapp might have reflected that, if any man knew
 There is a translation by William Bowyer, assisted by William
Clarke, entitled _Lectures on Poetry_ (London, 1742).
 _Comparaison des poèmes d'Homère et de Virgile_ (Paris, ?1688).
 The Miltonic passage was added to the second edition (1685). The
 Ed. Carolus Ruaeus, i.e. Charles de la Rue (Paris, 1675).
Parva sub ingenti Matris se subjicit umbra_.
Printed in the Year MDCCXVIII.
_The Man that hath not Musick in his Soul,
And is not mov'd with Concord of sweet Sounds;
The Motions of his Spirit are dull as Night,
And his Affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such Man be trusted.----_
But among all the Species, or Kinds of Poetry; That which is
_Principio cœlum, ac terras, camposque liquentes,
Lucentemque globum Lunæ, Titaniaque astra
Spiritus intus alit, totamque infusa per artus
Mens agitat molem, & magno se corpore miscet._
_Me vero primum dulces ante omnia Musæ
(Quarum sacra fero, ingenti perculsus amore)
Accipiant, cœlique vias, & sydera monstrent.
Defectus solis varios, lunæque labores;
Unde tremor Terris, quâ vi maria alta tumescant
Objicibus ruptis, rursusque in seipsa residant.
Quid tantum oceano properent se tingere soles
It is true, he here only tells us of his Inclination to Natural
_Sin has nè possim naturæ accedere partes
Frigidus obstiterit circum præcordia sanguis;
Rura mihi, & rigui placeant in vallibus amnes,
Flumina amem, silvasque inglorius.----_
Writing, more than to another.
But tho' his _Genius_ was thus perfect; yet I take his _most
_Tho' deep, yet clear; tho' gentle, yet not dull;
Strong, without Rage; without O'erflowing, full._
_Examine how your Humour is inclin'd,
And which the ruling Passion of your Mind;
Then seek a Poet who that way does bend,
And chuse an Author, as you chuse a Friend._
beautiful." Thus, I say, he speaks, as he is represented by the
_I speak my private, but impartial Sense,
With Freedom, and I hope without Offence._
_But I offend_; Virgil _begins to frown,
And_ Horace _looks with Indignation down;
My blushing Muse with conscious Fear retires,
And whom they like implicitly admires:_
_Purpureus, late qui splendeat, unus & alter
But the Foundation of all this wrong Criticism, is the Errour of
Necessary, and Convenient. Nay he appears to be inconsistent with
Words in the Original are different. _Bossu_ argues, that the
_Hos_ super advenit _Volsca de gente Camilla;_
That Heroine is a mere Intruder; and her Story afterwards in the
_Impiger, iracundus, inexorabilis, acer;
Jura negat sibi nata, nihil non arrogat armis._
Heroic Virtues, no doubt! An admirable Character of a Demi-god!
But who will contend that the _Grecian_ Poet is comparable to the
immortal Poems.
Criticks, especially _Modern ones_, in the Article of Genius, and
_Hic subitam nigro glomerari pulvere nubem
Prospiciunt Teucri, & tenebras insurgere campis,_ &c.
_Ardet apex capiti, cristisque à vertice flamma
Funditur, & vastos umbo vomit aureus ignes,_ &c.
_At Pater Æneas, audito nomine Turni,
Deserit & muros, & summas deserit arces;
Præcipitatque moras omnes, opera omnia rumpit,
Lætitia exultans, horrendumque intonat armis:
_----Jamque volans, apicem, & latera ardua cernit
Atlantis duri, cœlum qui vertice fulcit;
Atlantis, cinctum assidue cui nubibus atris
Piniferum caput, & vento pulsatur, & imbri:
Nix humeros infusa tegit, tum flumina mento
Præcipitant senis, & glacie riget horrida barba._
_For I mistake; or far the greatest Part
Of what some call Neglect, was study'd Art.
When_ Virgil _seems to trifle in a Line;
'Tis like a Warning-piece, which gives the Sign,
To wake your Fancy, and prepare your Sight
To reach the noble Height of some unusual Flight._
_At Phœbi nondum patiens immanis in antro
Bacchatur vates, magnum si pectore possit
Excussisse Deum_; tanto magis ille fatigat
Os rabidum, fera corda domans, fingitque premendo.
But afterwards;
_Talibus ex adyto dictis Cumæa Sibylla
Horrendas canit ambages, antroque remugit,
Obscuris vera involvens_; ea fræna furenti
Concutit, & stimulos sub pectore vertit Apollo.
What was my Lord _Roscommon'_s Precept, was _Virgil_'s Practice,
_To write with Fury, but correct with Phlegm:_
_Let there be Light, said God; and forthwith Light
Ethereal, first of Things, Quintessence pure,
Sprang from the Deep; and from her native East
To journy thro' the airy Gloom began,
Sphear'd in a radiant Cloud: For yet the Sun
Was not; She in a cloudy Tabernacle
_Of Light by far the greater Part he took,
Transplanted from her cloudy Shrine, and plac'd
In the Sun's Orb, made porous to receive
And drink the liquid Light; firm to retain
Her gather'd Beams, great Palace now of Light._
If it be said, that according to this Account, _Homer_ has the
_regular_ Sphere; more _aptly disposed_ for _warming_ and
_Vitaque cum gemitu fugit indignata sub umbras_,
is a nobler Conclusion of an Heroic Poem, than
Ὣς οἲ γ' ἀμφίεπον τάφον Ἕκτορος ἱπποδάμοιο.
A thousand things of the same, or of the like Nature, might be
To display the Excellence of _Virgil_'s Style, Diction, and
_Th'_ Æneian _Muse, when she appears in State,
Makes all_ Jove's _Thunder on her Verses wait._
And That of _Virgil_ himself:
_----Quo non præstantior alter
Ære ciere viros, Martemque accendere cantu._
_Tale tuum carmen nobis, divine Poeta,
Quale sopor fessis in gramine, quale per æstum
Dulcis aquæ saliente sitim restinguere rivo.
Nam neque me tantum venientis sibilus Austri,
Nec percussa juvant fluctu tam littora, nec quæ
Saxosas inter decurrunt flumina valles._
_----cujus amor mihi crescit in horas,_
One Thing of which, I hope, I may say; and That is, that _it is a
_Nemo tam prope, tam proculque nobis._
_----Him the Almighty Pow'r
Hurl'd headlong, flaming from th' ethereal Sky,
With hideous Ruin, and Combustion, down
To bottomless Perdition; there to dwell
In Adamantine Chains, and penal Fire;
Who durst defy th' Omnipotent to Arms.
Nine times the Space that measures Day, and Night
To mortal Men, he with his horrid Crew
Lay vanquish'd, rowling in the fiery Gulph,
Confounded, tho' immmortal----_
_Of Heav'n were falling, and these Elements----_
_Instinct with Fire, and Nitre hurry'd him----_
_----Or less than if this Frame
Of Heav'n were falling, and these Elements
In Mutinie had from her Axle torn
The stedfast Earth. At last his sail-broad Vans
He spreads for flight; and in the surging Smoke,_ &c.
_----Had not by ill chance
The strong Rebuff of some tumultuous Cloud
Instinct with Fire, and Nitre, hurry'd him
As many miles aloft. That fury stay'd;
Quench'd in a boggy Syrtis, neither Sea,
Nor good dry Land: Nigh founder'd on he fares,
Treading the crude Consistence----_
Thus again in the VIth Book.
_Had to her Center shook. What wonder? when----_
_And limited their Might; tho' number'd such----_
acknowledge there is not one bad Verse in it:
_So under fiery Cope together rush'd
Both Battles maine, with ruinous Assault,
And inextinguishable Rage: All Heav'n
Resounded; and had Earth been then, all Earth
Had to her Center shook. What wonder? when
Millions of fierce encountring Angels fought
On either side; the least of whom could wield
These Elements, and arm him with the force
Of all their Regions. How much more of pow'r,
Army 'gainst Army, numberless, to raise
Dreadful Combustion, warring, and disturb,
Tho' not destroy, their happy native Seat:
From his strong Hold of Heav'n high over-rul'd
And limited their Might; tho' number'd such
As each divided Legion might have seem'd
A num'rous Host in strength, each armed hand
Sudoris minimum; sed habet----tanto
Plus oneris, quanto veniæ minus----_
_Virgil_, as well as _Milton_, wrote nothing but Prose.
_Burnt after them to the bottomless Pit:_
abbreviated by any tolerable Writer: And therefore Mr. _Dryden_
expresses himself too much at large, when he speaks of Vowels in
otherwise for Verse, especially Heroic. And therefore tho' the
_Fall, as he falls; and as he rises, rise:_
_Talibus orantem dictis, arasque tenentem
Audiit omnipotens; oculosque ad mœnia torsit
Regia, &_ oblitos famæ melioris amantes.
Reverence to Religion. And yet, as Mr. _Dryden_ represents him
_Himself, on Cynthus walking, sees below
The merry Madness of the sacred Show._
_Solaque culminibus, ferali carmine bubo
Sæpe queri_, & longas in fletum ducere voces.
How is This translated in the following Verses? Or rather is it
translated at all?
_----With a boding Note
The solitary Scrietch-Owl strains her Throat;
And on a Chimney's Top, or Turret's height,
With Songs obscene disturbs the Silence of the Night._
Thro' the brown Air precipitates his Flight:
On their eternal Anvils here be found
The Brethren beating, and the Blows go round._
_Huc tunc Ignipotens cœlo descendit ab alto._
_Ferrum exercebant vasto Cyclopes in antro,
Brontesque, Steropesque, & nudus membra Pyracmon._
_Pars ingentem formidine turpi
Scandunt rursus equum, & nota conduntur in alvo._
_And some, oppress'd with more ignoble Fear,
Remount the hollow Horse_, and pant in secret there.
And in the Twelfth, after the last Speech of _Juturna_;
_Tantum effata, caput glauco contexit amictu,
Multa gemens, & se fluvio Dea condidit alto._
_She drew a length of Sighs; no more she said,
But with her azure Mantle wrap'd her Head;
Then plung'd into her Stream with deep Despair_,
And her last Sobs came bubbling up in Air.
_Hail mighty_ MARO! _May That sacred Name
Kindle my Breast with Thy celestial Flame;
Sublime Ideas, and apt Words infuse:
The Muse instruct my Voice, and THOU inspire the Muse._
 _For so it should certainly be read; tho' both in the Folio and
Octavo Editions, 'tis_ Aristotle.
 Τὸ μεν οὖν ἰδιον τοὖτο, τὰ δ' ἄλλα ἐπεισόδια. Poetic. Cap XVII.
 _Upon the Article of_ Virgil's _Invention, see M._ Segrais _at
 Paradise lost, _Book VII._
 _Preface to Mr._ Pope's Homer.
 _Preface to it._
 _Preface to his_ Virgil.