A crowd, which divided itself into groups, is—
Who got in clumps——p. 26.
The impression made on these “clumps” by the sight of the Princess, is thus “musically” described:
There’s not in all that croud one
Whom, if his heart were whole, and rank agreeing,
It would not fire to twice of what he is,—p. 10.
“Dignity and strength”—
First came the trumpeters—
And as they sit along their easy way,
Stately and heaving to the croud below.—p. 12.
This word is deservedly a great favourite with the poet; he heaves it in upon all occasions.
The deep talk heaves.—p.
With heav’d out tapestry the windows glow.—p. 6.
Then heave the croud.—id.
And after a rude heave from side to side.—p. 7.
The marble bridge comes heaving forth below.—p. 28.
The youth smiles up, and with a
Bending his lifted eyes—p. 22.
This is very neat:
No peevishness there was—
But a mute gush of hiding tears from one,
Clasped to the core of him who yet shed none.—p. 83.
The heroine is suspected of wishing to have some share in the choice of her own husband, which is thus elegantly expressed:
She had stout notions on the marrying score.—p. 27.
This noble use of the word score is afterwards carefully repeated in speaking of the Prince, her husband—
—no suspicion could have touched
Than that of wanting on the generous score.—p. 48.
But though thus punctilious on the generous score, his Highness had but a bad temper,
And kept no reckoning with his sweets and sours.—p. 47.
This, indeed, is somewhat qualified by a previous observation, that—
The worst of Prince Giovanni, as
Too quickly found, was an ill-tempered pride.
How nobly does Mr. Hunt celebrate the combined charms of the fair sex, and the country!
The two divinest things this world
A lovely woman in a rural spot!—p. 58.
A rural spot, indeed, seems to inspire Mr. Hunt with peculiar elegance and sweetness: for he says, soon after, of Prince Paulo—
For welcome grace, there rode not such
Nor yet for strength, except his lordly brother.
Was there a court day, or a sparkling feast,
Or better still—to my ideas, at least!—
A summer party in the green wood shade.—p. 50.
So much for this new invented strength and dignity: we shall add a specimen of his syntax:
But fears like these he never entertain’d,
And had they crossed him, would have been disdain’d.—p. 50.