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Like them to shine through long-succeeding age, So just thy skill, so regular my rage.
Smit with the love of Sister-Arts we came And met congenial, mingling fame with flame; Like friendly colours found them both unite, And each from each contract new strength and
light. How oft in pleasing tasks we wear the day, While Summer suns roll unperceiv’d away! How oft our slowly-growing works impart, While images reflect from art to art! How oft review; each finding like a friend, Something to blame, and something to commend !
What flattring scenes our wand'ring fancy
wrought, Rome's pompous glories rising to our thought! Together o'er the Alps methinks we fly, Fir'd with ideas of fair Italy, With thee o'er Raffaelle's monument I mourn, Or wait inspiring dreams at Maro's urn: With thee repose where Tully once was laid, Or seek some ruin's formidable shade; While Fancy brings the vanish'd pile to view, And builds imaginary Rome anew. Here thy well-study'd marbles fix our eye; A fading fresco here demands a sigh: Each heav'nly piece unwearied we compare, Match Raffaelle's grace with thy lov'd Guido's air,
Carracci's strength, Corregio's softer line,
How finish'd with illustrious toil appears This small, well-polish'd gem, the work of years ! * Yet still how faint by precept is exprest The living image in the painter's breast. Thence endless streams of fair ideas flow, Strike in the sketch, or in the picture glow ; Thence beauty, waking all her forms, supplies An Angels sweetness, or Bridgewater's eyes.
Muse! at that name thy sacred sorrows shed
Yet still her charms in breathing paint engage : Her modest cheek shall warm a future age. Beauty, frail fower, that every season fears, Blooms in thy colours for a thousand years.
244 Pope's EPISTLE TO MR. JARVIS.
Oh! lasting as those colours may they shine, Free as thy stroke, yet faultless as thy line ! New graces yearly, like thy works display: Soft without weakness, without glaring gay; Led by some rule, that guides, but not constrains ; And finish'd more through happiness than pains ; The kindred Arts shall in their praise conspire, One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre.
Yet should the Graces all thy figures place,
* In one of Dr. Warburton's Editions of Pope, by which copy this has been corrected, the name is changed to Worsley. If that reading be not an error of the press, I suppose the poet altered the name after he had quarrelled with Lady M. W. Montague, and being offended at her wit, thus revenged himself on her beauty.
ACADEMY, the advantages of, i. 8, 9, 10.
opeculiar advantages of, i. 9.
tory-painting, iii. 98, 99.-See iii. 114.
contrast to Simplicity, i. 198.
- not adapted to Christian
house, ii. 256.-Wharf-Office, ii. 257.-Sur-
Brun, ii. 264–268.
able, ii, 230.
Analogy of the several Arts ; utility to be derived
from, ii. 159.
Drapery of, remarks on, ii. 25.
defects of, ii. 25.
what is the object and intention of them all,
BACKEREEL, his Crucifixion praised, ii. 231. The
Apparition of the Virgin praised, ii. 238.
| 271. iii. 144.
be pursued and acquired, i. 26. iii. 95.98, 99.
- the foundation of, i. 47, 48, 49. ii.
its varieties, i. 49.