V. The Works of Horace, in English Verfe, by Mr. Duncombe, Sen. J. Duncombe, M. A. and other Hands. With Notes Hiftorical and Critical. The Second Edition. To which is added, many Imitations, now first published. 12mo. Pr. 125. White. HE editor informs us, that having, for above thirty Tyears, amufed himfelf, at different times, by trank lating now and then an ode of Horace, as it happened to strike his fancy, he at last entertained the thought of completing the four books of Odes, and the Secular Ode, partly from his own translations, and partly by adopting fuch verfions and imitations as he despaired to equal; that by the affiftance of his fon he was enabled to accomplish this defign; and that afterwards, by the advice of fome learned friends, the Epodes, Satires, Epiftles, and Art of Poetry were added, in order to make the work complete. In this edition about fifty new Imitations are inferted; and most of the Satires and Epiftles, that were in blank verse, are put into rhyme. None of the Odes are here tranflated into the common heroic measure. This, as Mr. Duncombe obferves, would have been improper, as they were originally defigned for mufic: a circumstance to which fome of our best tranflators have not attended. In the new tranflations the authors have attempted to trace the original as clofely as they could, confiftently with the genius and elegance of the English language; and have taken particular care to avoid one fault, which, though countenanced by modern practice, is always offenfive to a judicious ear; that is, the promiscuous ufe of you and thou. In many of these Imitations there is the true Horatian spirit. Several of the Odes, which are mere bagatelles, feem to be enlivened by a new application, and additional touches of delicacy and humour. Others, which commemorate the victories of Auguftus, are happily accommodated to fome of the late remarkable atchievements of the British arms. But as we have here the productions of many * different writers, it is not to be imagined that they are all diftinguished by an equal share of poetical * Mr. Dryden, Mr. Pope, Dr. Swift, Bifhop Atterbury, Mr. Prior, Mr. Walsh, Lord Rofcommon, Sir Richard Steele, Mr. Pitt, Lord Corke, Dr. Lowth, Mr. B. Booth, Mr. Hamilton of Bangour, Mr. I. H. Browne, Dr. Johnson, Dr. Broxholm, Mr. G. Jeffreys, Mrs. Carter, Mr. Hughes, Dr. Marriot, Mr, Mulfo, poetical merit. Some of them are evidently inferior to the tranflations of Mr. Francis; and, without doubt, this collection might have been improved, if the compiler had been at liberty to select his materials from the works of all his predeceffors. In a note on the following Ode, Mr. Duncombe observes, that the judicious tranflator has given us the genuine fenfe, with the fpirit and delicacy of the original. By Sir JEFFERY GILBERT, Knt. • Dire Hannibal, the Roman dread, Numantian wars, which rag'd fo long, • Nor favage Centaurs, mad with wine, Shalt Cæfar's glorious battles tell ; • When she adorns Diana's day, And all the beauteous choirs advance, She fhines, diftinguish'd in the dance! • Not all Arabia's spicy fields Can with Licinia's breath compare ; To purchase one bright flowing hair : Mulfo, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Shard, Mr. S. Jenyns, Sir Jeffrey Gilbert, Mr. Roderick, Mr. E. B. Greene, Mr. Fawkes, Mr. W. Cooper. Mr. Nevile, Mr. Needler, Mr. Harrison, Mr. Cuffe, Mr. Whalley, Mr. Say, Bishop Stone, Meff. and Mrs. Duncombe, and many anonymous writers. • When • When she with bending neck complies With gentle cruelty denies, Or fnatches firft the fragrant blifs.' Book ii. Ode 12. We have no occasion to detract from the character which the editor has given of this tranflation; yet we will venture to fay, that there is as much delicacy and vivacity in the following Imitation (though not admitted into this collection) as there is in any of those which are here inferted. To Lord **** Of battles won, and kings in chains, To nobler themes, in nobler strains, Too harsh are thofe for me: my youth Wou'd you, my Lord, for all the ores For all the yellow waving ftores For thefe, for all that's rich or rare, While on her neck it loosely plays, * Vide Student, Vol. i. Now The last ode of the first book is one of thofe bagatelles to which we alluded above. This imitation of it is not amis; To a COOK MAI D. • The neatness of Batavian Frows, Their mops and pails in endless rows, • Each Saturday, on hands and knees, This floor, Rebecca, fhall be dry.' The fourteenth ode of the fecond book, On the mortality of the human race, is humorously applied by the late Lord Corke to the fate of literary productions. Ebeu, fugaces, &c. imitated. How swift, alas! the rolling years From the dead authors fweep away; Each day supply the teeming press, To fhew thy learning and address: • Authors of every size and name; Knights, 'fquires, and doctors of all colours, Retiring, there a manfion claim : Behold the fate of modern scholars ! Why will you, then, with hope delufive led, For various readings toil, which never will be read! • With • With filver clafp and corner-plate, You fortify the favourite book : The butler, with th' impatient cook, And pastry-nymphs, with trunk-makers, combine The seventh Ode of the third book is imitated with great humour and ingenuity by an unknown hand. To Mrs. • Weep not, O peerlefs wife! in vain, Still, though remote, his love is true, The toilet-damfel, where he lives, And deafs him with complaining. With tales encouraging to fin, He fighs for you, and hears 'em ; |