But thou, O Hope, with eyes fo fair, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ; A foft refponfive voice was heard at every clofe, Hope from approaching Nuptials. Now, fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour Shakefp. Midfum. Night. Hope of good tidings. O Hope, fweet flatterer, whofe delufive touch Glover's Boadicea. HATRED, AVERSION. When, by frequent reflexion on a disagreeable object, our difapprobation of it is attended with a difinclination of mind towards it, it is called hatred. When our hatred and difapprobation of any object are accompanied with a painful fenfation upon the apprehenfion of its prefence or approach, there follows an inclination to avoid it, called averfion. 3 Hatred, or averfion, draws back the body as to avoid the hated object; the hands at the fame time thrown out fpread, as if to keep it off. The face is turned away from that fide towards which the hands are thrown out; the eyes looking angrily, and obliquely the fame way the hands are directed; the eye-brows are contracted, the upper lip difdainfully drawn up, and the teeth fet; the pitch of the voice is low, but loud and harsh, the tone chiding, unequal, furly, and vehement, the fentences are fhort and abrupt. A defcription and example of this paffion from Shakespeare is given in the introduction to thefe examples, p. 328. To these we fhall add a few others : Hatred curfing the object hated. Poifon be their drink, Gall, worfe than gall, the daintieft meat they tafte ; And boading fcreech-owls make the concert full; All the foul terrors of dark-feated hell.-Shakespeare's Hen. VI. This feems imitated by Dr. Young. Why get thee gone, horror and night go with thee. Go dance about the bow'r and close them in; Their hiffing necks upon them from above, Hatred of a rival in glory. He is my bane, I cannot bear him; One heaven and earth can never hold us both; As if two funs fhould meet in one meridian, Revenge. And strive in fiery combat for the paffage. Rowe's Tamerlane. ANGER, RAGE, FURY. When hatred and difpleasure rife high on a fudden from an apprehenfion of injury received, and perturbation of mind in confequence of it, it is called anger; and rifing to a very high degree, and extinguishing humanity, becomes rage and fury. Anger, when violent, expreffes itself with rapidity, noife, harfhness, and fometimes with interruption and hesitation, as if unable to utter itself with fufficient force. It wrinkles the brows, enlarges and heaves the noftrils, ftrains the muscles, clinches the fift, ftamps with the foot, and gives a violent agitation to the whole body. The voice affumes the highest tone it can adopt confiftently with force and loudness, though fometimes to exprefs anger with uncommon energy, the voice affumes a low and forcible tone. Narrative in fuppressed Anger. My liege, I did deny no prifoners. Show'd like a ftubble-land at harveft-home: And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He gave his nofe, and took't away again;— With many holiday and lady terms, I then all fmarting with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience Anfwer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He fhould, or he should not ;-for he made me mad, To fee him fhine fo brifk, and smell fo fweet, And talk fo like a waiting gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (heav'n fave the mark!) And telling me the fovereign'ft thing on earth, Was parmacity for an inward bruife; And that it was great pity, fo it was, And I befeech you, let not his report, Shakespeare's Henry IV. First Part. Scorn and violent Anger, reproving. Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle, But more than why-Why have they dar'd to march Com'ft thou because the anointed king is hence? Were I but now the lord of fuch hot youth REVENGE. Shakefp. Rich. II. Revenge is a propenfity and endeavour to injure the offender, which is attended with triumph and exultation when the injury is accomplished. It expreffes itself like malice, but more openly, loudly, and triumphantly.. Determined Revenge. I know not if they speak but truth of her, The proudeft of them fhall well hear of it. Time hath not yet fo dry'd this blood of mine, Nor age fo eat up my invention, Nor fortune made fuch havoc of my means, Nor my bad life 'reft me fo much of friends, Eago Revenge. Ibid. Much Ado, &c. Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; 2 |