Quadrupedante putrem sonitu qualit ungula campum:
Shakes the resounding hoof the trembling plain:
shall we not admire the imitative harmony of this; attun'd certainly with not less felicity to the sweetness of the pastoral reed,
The green turf trembling as they bound along.
The pause on the first syllable of the verse has been an admir'd beauty in
Homer and Milton.
[Greek: Nux ech d'espchsen enchos.] II.
And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike. P.L.
We have this beauty,—coinciding with the best examples, though underiv'd from them,—in a cadence of most pathetic softness.
Joys which the gay companions of her prime
Sip, as they drift along the stream of time.
III. v. 169, 70.