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and restrained by regard to rhyme. The excellence of this work is not exactness, but copiousness; particular lines are not to be regarded; the power is in the whole, and in the whole there is a magnificence like that ascribed to Chinese Plantation, the magnificence of vast extent and endless diversity,
His last poem was the Refignation; in which he made, as he was accustomed, an experiment of a new mode of writing, and succeeded better than in his Ocean or his Merchant. It was very falsely represented as a proof of decaying faculties. There is Young in every stanza, such as he often was in his highest vigour.
His Tragedies not making part of this Collection, I had forgotten, till Mr. Steevens recalled them to my thoughts by remarking, that he seemed to have one favourite catastrophe, as his three Plays all concluded with lavish suicide ; a method by which, as Dryden remarked, a poet easily rids his scene of persons whom he wants not to keep alive. In Busiris there are the greatest ebullitions of imagination; but the pride of Busiris is fuch as no other man can have, and the whole is too remote from known life to raise either grief, terror, or indignation. The Revenge approaches much nearer to human practices and manners, and therefore keeps poffeffion of the stage: the first design seems sug
gested by. Othello; but the reflections, the incidents, and the diction, are original. The moral obfervations are fo introduced, and so expressed, as to have all the novelty that can be required. Of The Brothers I may be allowed to say nothing, since nothing was ever faid of it by the Publick.
It must be allowed of Young's poetry, that it abounds in thought, but without much accuracy or selection. When he lays hold of an illustration, he pursues it beyond expectation, sometimes happily, as in his parallel of Quicksilver with Pleasure, which I have heard repeated with approbation by a Lady, of whose praise he would have been justly
proud, and which is very ingenious, very subtle, and almost exact; but sometimes he is less lucky, as when, in his Nigkt Thoughts, having it dropped into his mind, that the orbs, floating in space, might be called the cluster of Creation, he thinks on a cluster of grapes, and says, that they all hang on the great Vine, drinking the neftareous juice of immortal Life.
His conceits are sometimes yet less valuable; in the Last Day, he hopes to illustrate the re-assembly of the atoms that compose the human body at the Trump of Doom, by the collection of bees into a swarm at the tinkling of a
The Prophet says of Tyre, that her Merchants are Princes; Young says of Tyre in his Merchant, Her merchants Princes, and each deck
Let burlesque try to go beyond him
He has the trick of joining the turgid and familiar: to buy the alliance of Britain, Climes were paid down. Antithesis is his favourite. They for kindness hate; and because she's right,, She's ever in the wrong
His versification is his own; neither his blank nor his rhyming lines have any resemblance to those of former writers : he picks up no hemiftichs, he