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of true Poetry. His firft fpeech, " I am 

 " only a flower-painter, or occafionally 

 " attempt a landfcape," is neither true, nor 

 did Dr. Darwin defire that it fhould be 

 confidered as veritable. 



In the courfe of this Interlude he will 

 be found making much higher claims for 

 himfelf, and too exclufively limiting poetry 

 to the fphere of picturefque expreffion ; 

 yet his criticifm on this line in Pope's 

 Windfor Foreft is perfectly juft, 



And Kennet fwift, for filver Eels renown'd. 



Since, whenever objects are introduced 

 in verfe, which, plainly mentioned, can 

 excite no intereft, it is queflionlefs the 

 Poet's duty to awaken interesting remem- 

 brance of them by little piclurefque touches, 

 fuch as we find in the Doctor's fuggefted 

 change of that line, to 



And Kennet fwift, where filver graylings play. 



His ftriclure upon Burke's ftyle in profe, 



as 



