A crowd, which divided itself into groups, is—­

 —­the multitude,
  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 gallant being,
  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. 5. 
  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.

“Fine understanding”—­

  The youth smiles up, and with a lowly grace,
  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 him more,
  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 his bride
  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 HAS GOT,
  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 another,
  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.