Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.’
In Brown’s Pastorals, notwithstanding the weakness and prolixity of his general plan, there are repeated examples of single lines and passages of extreme beauty and delicacy, both of sentiment and description, such as the following Picture of Night.
‘Clamour grew dumb, unheard was shepherd’s song,
And silence girt the woods: no warbling tongue
Talk’d to the echo; Satyrs broke their dance,
And all the upper world lay in a trance,
Only the curled streams soft chidings kept;
And little gales that from the green leaf swept