Example VI.—­A Simile.

    The bolt that strikes the tow’ring cedar dead,
    Oft passes harmless o’er the hazel’s head.—­G.  Brown.

    Example VII.—­A Simile.

    “Yet to their general’s voice they soon obey’d
    Innumerable.  As when the potent rod
    Of Amram’s son, in Egypt’s evil day,
    Wav’d round the coast, up call’d a pitchy cloud
    Of locusts, warping on the eastern wind,
    That o’er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung
    Like night, and darken’d all the land of Nile.”—­Milton.

    Example VIII.—­Elegiac Stanza.

    Thy name is dear—­’tis virtue balm’d in love;
     Yet e’en thy name a pensive sadness brings. 
    Ah! wo the day, our hearts were doom’d to prove,
     That fondest love but points affliction’s stings!—­G.  Brown.

    Example IX.—­Cupid.

    Zephyrs, moving bland, and breathing fragrant
     With the sweetest odours of the spring,
    O’er the winged boy, a thoughtless vagrant,
     Slumb’ring in the grove, their perfumes fling.—­G.  Brown.

    Example X.—­Divine Power.

    When the winds o’er Gennesaret roar’d,
     And the billows tremendously rose,
    The Saviour but utter’d the word,
     They were hush’d to the calmest repose.—­G.  Brown.

    Example XI.—­Invitation.

    Come from the mount of the leopard, spouse,
     Come from the den of the lion;
    Come to the tent of thy shepherd, spouse,
     Come to the mountain of Zion.—­G.  Brown.

    Example XII.—­Admonition.

    In the days of thy youth,
     Remember thy God: 
    O! forsake not his truth,
     Incur not his rod.—­G.  Brown.

    Example XIII.—­Commendation.

    Constant and duteous,
     Meek as the dove,
    How art thou beauteous,
     Daughter of love!—­G.  Brown.

EXERCISE IX.—­SCANNING.

Mark the feet and syllables which compose the following lines—­or mark a sample of each metre.

Edwin, an Ode.

I. STROPHE.

Led by the pow’r of song, and nature’s love,
Which raise the soul all vulgar themes above,
The mountain grove
Would Edwin rove,
In pensive mood, alone;
And seek the woody dell,
Where noontide shadows fell,
Cheering,
Veering,
Mov’d by the zephyr’s swell. 
Here nurs’d he thoughts to genius only known,
When nought was heard around
But sooth’d the rest profound
Of rural beauty on her mountain throne. 
Nor less he lov’d (rude nature’s child)
The elemental conflict wild;
When, fold on fold, above was pil’d
The watery swathe, careering on the wind. 
Such scenes he saw
With solemn awe,
As in the presence of the Eternal Mind. 
Fix’d he gaz’d,
Tranc’d and rais’d,
Sublimely rapt in awful pleasure undefin’d.