DR. SWIFT'S REMARKS* On "The first Fifteen Psalms of David translated into + Lyric Verse. Proposed as an Essay supplying the Perspicuity and Coherence according to the Modern Art of Poetry; not known to have been attempted before t in any Language. With a Preface containing some Observations of the great and general Defectives of || the present Version in Greek, Latin, and English; by Dr. [James] Gibbs §. London, printed by J. Mathews, for J. Bartley, overagainst Gray's Inn, in Holborn. 1701." + Bagpipe. Nor I hope ever will again. il this and Sternholdides. SWIFT. By a memorandum on the first page it appears that these Remarks were thought "Witness my hand, this 25th day of February, 1745. [PSALM OF DAVID [1]. Comparing the different state of the righ- THRICE happy he that doth refuse With impious [2] sinners to combine ; But still to learn and to obey The law of God is his delight, Tu DR. GIBBS. Whose very [6] leaves tho' storms descend, In lively verdure still appear: Such blessings always shall attend The man that does the Lord revere. The above may serve for a tolerable specimen of Swift's Remarks. The whole should be given, if it were possible to make them intelligible without copying the version which is ridiculed; a labour for which our readers would scarcely thank us. A few detached stanzas, however, with the Dean's notes on them, shall be transcribed. DR. GIBBS. Why do the heathen nations rise, Confederate kings vain plots [1] devise DR. GIBBS, But those that do thy laws refuse, Ye earthly kings, the caution bear, Serve God with reverence, and with fear [5] [1] For should the madness of his foes Th' avenging God incense, Happy are they that can repose DR. SWIFT. [2] After a man is broken in pieces, it is no great matter to have his neck bruised. [3] Neak. [4] Rulers must learn it, [1] For should the foes of Provoke his gray-goose Happy are they that can The vengeance of his pills. [2] Admirably reasoned and connected! DR. GIBBS. No fears shall then my soul depress And thus [4] to grant a sure defence But you, my frail [6] malicious foes, Who do my power despise, DR. SWIFT. Deprease, Loard, Scoticè [4] The doctor has a mighty [5] That is as much as to [6] Are they malicious out of frailty, or fraid out of mas lice? VOL. XXIV. |