of verses, in which "sound corresponded to the
signification," was smoothly, musically, and admirably done, and we give
some of these curious exercises here:

_Felling trees in a wood._

Loud sounds the axe, redoubling strokes on strokes;
On all sides round the forest hurls her oaks
Headlong. Deep echoing groan the thickets brown,
Then rustling, crackling, crashing, thunder down.

_Sounds of a bow-string._

The string let fly
Twanged short and sharp, like the shrill swallow's cry.

_The pheasant._

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings.

_Scylla and Charybdis._

Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms,
And here Charybdis fills the deep with storms.
When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves,
The rough rock roars; tumultuous boil the waves.

_Boisterous and gentle sounds._

Two craggy rocks projecting to the main,
The roaring winds' tempestuous rage restrain:
Within, the waves in softer murmurs glide,
And ships secure without their hawsers ride.

_Laborious and impetuous motion._

With many a weary step, and many a groan,
Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone:
The huge round stone resulting with a bound,
Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.

_Regular and slow movement._

First march the heavy mules securely slow;
O'er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks they go.

_Motion slow and difficult._

A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

_A rock torn from the brow of a mountain._

Still gath'ring force, it smokes, and urged amain,
Whirls, leaps, and thunders down impetuous to the plain.

_Extent and violence of the waves._

The waves behind impel the waves before,
Wide-rolling, foaming high, and tumbling to the shore.

_Pensive numbers._

In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns.

_Battle._

Arms on armor clashing brayed
Horrible discord; and the madding wheels
Of brazen fury raged.

_Sound imitating reluctance._

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned;
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one