To illustrate this observation, a specimen shall be given afterward of such metaphors as I have been describing; with respect to similes, take the following specimen : Behold, thou art fair, my love: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead: thy teeth are like a flock of sheep from the washing, every one bearing twins: thy lips are like a thread of scarlet: thy neck like the tower of David built for an armory, whereon hang a thousand shields of mighty men: thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies: thy eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus. Song of Solomon. Thou art like snow on the heath; thy hair like the mist of Cromla, when it curls on the rocks, and shines to the beam of the west: thy breasts are like two smooth rocks seen from Branno of the streams; thy arms like two white pillars in the hall of the mighty Fingal. Fingal It has no good effect to compare things by way of simile that are of the same kind; nor to compare by contrast things of different kinds. The reason is given in the chapter quoted above; and the reason shall be illustrated by examples. The first is a comparison built upon a resemblance so obvious as to make little or no impression. This just rebuke inflam'd the Lycian crew, They join, they thicken, and th' assault renew Two stubborn swains with blows dispute their bounds; One foot, one inch, of the contended field: Thus obstinate to death, they fight, they fall; Nor these can keep, nor those can win the wall. Iliad, XII. 505. Another, from Milton, lies open to the same objection. Speaking of the fallen angels searching for mines of gold, A numerous brigade hasten'd: as when bands Of pioneers with spade and pick-ax arm'd, Or cast a rampart. The next shall be of things contrasted that are of different kinds. Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage Richard II. Act V. Sc. 1. This comparison has scarcely any force: a man and a lion are of different species, and therefore are proper subjects for a simile; but there is no such resemblance between them in general, as to produce any strong effect by contrasting particular attributes or circum stances. A third general observation is, that abstract terms can never be the subject of comparison, otherwise than by being personified. Shakspeare compares adversity to a toad, and slander to the bite of a crocodile; but in such comparisons these abstract terms must be imagined sensible beings. To have a just notion of comparisons, they must be distinguished into two kinds; one common and familiar, as where a man is com pared to a lion in courage, or to a horse in speed; the other more distant and refined, where two things that have in themselves no resemblance or opposition, are compared with respect to their effects. This sort of comparison is occasionally explained above; and for farther explanation take what follows. There is no resemblance between a flower-pot and a cheerful song; and yet they may be compared with respect to their effects, the emotions they produce being similar. There is as little resemblance between fraternal concord and precious ointment; and yet observe how successfully they are compared with respect to the impressions they make: Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity. It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon Aaron's beard, and descended to the skirts of his garment. Psalm 133. For illustrating this sort of comparison, I add some more examples: Delightful is thy presence, O Fingal! it is like the sun on Cromla, when the hunter mourns his absence for a season, and sees him between the clouds. Did not Ossian hear a voice? or is it the sound of days that are no more? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul. His countenance is settled from war; and is calm as the evening-beam, that from the cloud of the west looks on Cona's silent vale. Sorrow, like a cloud on the sun, shades the soul of Clessammor. The music was like the memory of joys that are past, pleasant and mournful to the soul. Pleasant are the words of the song, said Cuchullin, and lovely are the tales of other times. They are like the calm dew of the morning on the hill of roes, when the sun is faint on its side, and the lake is settled and blue in the vale. These quotations are from the poems of Ossian, who abounds with comparisons of this delicate kind, and appears singularly happy in them.t I proceed to illustrate by particular instances the different means. by which comparisons, whether of the one sort or the other, can afford pleasure; and, in the order above established, I begin with such instances as are agreeable, by suggesting some unusual resemblance or contrast: * Page 72. Sweet are the uses of Adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, As You Like It, Act II. Sc. 1. Gardener. Bolingbroke hath seized the wasteful King. What pity is't that he had not so trimm'd And dress'd his land, as we this garden dress, The nature and merit of Ossian's comparisons is fully illustrated, in a Dissertation on the poems of that Author, by Dr. Blair, Professor of Rhetoric in the College of Edinburgh; a delicious morsel of criticism. And wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; See, how the Morning opes her golden gates, Second Part, Henry IV. Act II. Sc. 1. Brutus. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb, Julius Cæsar, Act IV. Sc. 3. Thus they their doubtful consultations dark Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape, snow and show'r As the bright stars, and milky way, Paradise Lost, Book 2. Waller. The last exertion of courage compared to the blaze of a lamp before extinguishing, Tasso Gierusalem, canto 19. st. 22. None of the foregoing similes, as they appear to me, tend to illus trate the principal subject: and therefore the pleasure they afford must arise from suggesting resemblances that are not obvious: I mean the chief pleasure; for undoubtedly a beautiful subject introduced to form the simile affords a separate pleasure, which is felt in the similes mentioned, particularly in that cited from Milton. The next effect of a comparison in the order mentioned, is to place an object in a strong point of view; which effect is remarkable in the following similes: As when two scales are charg'd with doubtful loads, Iliad, b. XII 521. Ut flos in septis secretis nascitur hortis, Catullus. Sic virgo, dum intacta manet, dum cara suis; sed But virtue lost, she worthless doth appear. The imitation of this beautiful simile by Ariosto, canto 1. st. 42. falls short of the original. It is also in part imitated by Pope. Lucetta. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Julia. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns: The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage: And so by many winding nooks he strays A blessed soul doth in Elysium. Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act II. Sc. 7. She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. 4. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, With slow but stately pace, kept on his course: While all tongues cry'd, God save thee, Bolingbroke. Dutchess. Alas! poor Richard, where rides he the while! York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cry'd, God save him: No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; His face still combating with tears and smiles, Richard II. Act V. Sc. 2. Northumberland. How doth my son and brother? And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd: Second Part, Henry IV. Act I. Sc. 1. Why, then I do but dream on sov'reignty, Flatt'ring my mind with things impossible. Third Part, Henry VI. Act III. Sc. 2. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, O thou Goddess, Macbeth, Act V. Sc. 5. Thou divine Nature! how thyself thou blazon'st Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Cymbeline, Act IV. Sc. 2. Why did not I pass away in secret, like the flower of the rock that lifts its fair head unseen, and strows its withered leaves on the blast? Fingal. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells with the sorrowful. But they are wasted with mourning, O daughter of Toscar, and their days are few. They fall away like the flower on which the sun looks in his strength, after the mildew has passed over it, and its head is heavy with the drops of night. Fingal. The sight obtained of the city of Jerusalem by the Christian army, compared to that of land discovered after a long voyage, Tasso's Gierusalem, canto 3. st. 4. The fury of Rinaldo subsiding when not opposed, to that of wind or water when it has a free passage, canto 20. st. 58. As words convey but a faint and obscure notion of great numbers, a poet, to give a lively notion of the object he describes with regard to number, does well to compare it to what is familiar and commonly known. Thus Homer compares the Grecian army in point of * Book II. 1. 111. |