l8a MEMOIRS OF 



from that exuberance; but Mr. Bowles, one 

 of the fineft poets of this day, often renders 

 his verification, which is, at times, moft 

 exquifitely fweet, harfh, by the too fre~ 

 quently-recurring fpondee. 



From that gentleman's verfe a couple of 

 inftances may be felecled, to fhow, in one, 

 that harmony may be improved by a fpar^ 

 ing ufe of that accent, and injured in the 

 other, by ufmg it too freely. 



MR. BOWLES' HOPE. 



But lufty Enterprife, with looks of glee, 

 - Approach'd the drooping youth, as he would fay> 

 Come to the wild ivoods and the hills with me, 

 And throw thy fullen myrtle wreath away ! 



BOWLES* ELEGIAC STANZAS, 



Haft thou * not vifited that pleafant place, 



Where in this hard world I have happieft been, 



A.nd fhall I tremble at thy lifted mace, 



That hath fiercd all on which tifefeenid to lean ? 



* Death. 



The 



