20 HTC X LArous mansions to the peering day. vasti rump & hom must thunder through the deep"; Le ne i ke and smouldering civnds out brake: Starmie strace the centre shake; Van de verid's as session, The trestu Juke n maile ur shall spread his throne. 140 143 13 135 100 Thless he means spots, the marks of A line of great energy, degant and sublime.-I. Waares. Samson Ago Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Can no more divine, With hollow shrick the steep of Delphos leaving. Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetick cell. The lonely mountains o'er *, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament'; Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent : With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn'. In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, 165 170 175 180 185 190 ▾ Swindges the scaly horrour of his folded tail. This strong image is copied from the descriptions of serpents and dragons in the old romances and Ariosto. There is a fine picture by Guido, representing Michael the archangel treading on Satan, who has such a tail as is here described.-Jos. WARTON. The oracles, &c. Attention is irresistibly awakened and engaged by the air of solemnity and enthusiasm that reigns in this stanza and some that follow. Such is the power of truc poetry, that one is almost inclined to believe the superstitions real.-Jos. WARTON. This is a noble note of Jos. Warton, who, though he had not the detached, abstruse, and curious knowledge, and deep research of his brother, had, perhaps, more sensibility of taste. Here is just enough of that dim imagery, and those mysterious epithets, to set the imagination into that magical stir, which it is the essence of true poetry to cause. The lonely mountains o'er, &c. Dr. Newton observes, that this allusion to the notion of the cessation of oracles at the coming of Christ, was allowable enough in a young poet. Surely, nothing could have been more allowable in an old poet. And how poetically is it extended to the pagan divinities, and the oriental idolatries !-T. WARTON. A voice of weeping heard and loud lament. This is scriptural. Matt. ii. 18: In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation and weeping," &c.-T. WARTON. The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn. An exquisite Alexandrine, both for the imagery and the music of the metre. The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint: In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat a, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat ". Peor and Baälim Forsake their temples dim, With that twice-batter'd god of Palestine; And mooned Ashtaroth, Heaven's queen and mother both°, Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine: The Libyck Hammon shrinks his horn; In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn : And sullen Moloch, fled", Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue: In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue*: The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste : Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green, The chill marble seems to sweat. 195 205 Among the prodigia at the death of Julius Cæsar, Virgil notices," mestum illacrymat templis ebur, æraque sudant." Georg. i. 480.-DUNSTER. b While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat. Virgil " Æn." ii. 351. Excessere omnes, adytis arisque relictis, Di, &c.-RICHARDSON. e Heaven's queen and mother both. She was called "regina cœli" and "mater Deuin." See Selden.-NEWTON. d And sullen Moloch, fled, &c. ין This imagery, but with less effect, was afterwards transferred into the "Par. Lost," b. i. 392; where these dreadful circumstances, of themselves sufficiently striking to the ima- " gination, are only related in our Ode, they are endued with life and action, they are put || in motion before our eyes, and made subservient to a new purpose of the poet by the superinduction of a poetical fiction, to which they give occasion. Milton, like a true poet, in describing the Syrian superstitions, selects such as were most susceptible of poetical enlargement; and which, from the wildness of their ceremonies, were most interesting to the fancy.-T. WARTON. e In dismal dance about the furnace blue. Virgil, "Æn." viii. 698. Omnigenumque Deum monstra, et latrator Anubis-ToDD. g Trampling the unshower'd grass & with lowings loud: Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud: The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark. He feels from Juda's land The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn: Longer dare abide; Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show his Godhead true, Can in his swaddling bands controul the damned crew. Troop to the infernal jail ; Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave; And the yellow-skirted fayes Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze. But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest : Time is, our tedious song should here have ending: Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending : 8 Trampling the unshower'd grass. 215 220 225 230 235 240 There being no rain in Egypt, but the country made fruitful with the overflowings of the Nile.-RICHARDSON. h Pillows his chin upon an orient wave. The words "pillows" and "chin" throw an air of burlesque and familiarity over a comparison most exquisitely conceived and adapted.-T. WARTON. The flocking shadows pale, &c. Mr. Bowle directs us to the "Midsum. Night's Dr." a. iii. s. ult. And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone.-T. WARTON. And the yellow-skirted fayes Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze. It is a very poetical mode of expressing the departure of the fairies at the approach of morning, to say that they "fly after the steeds of Night."-T. WARTON, k With handmaid lamp attending. Alluding, perhaps, to the parable of the ten virgins, in the Gospel.-DUNster. And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels' sit in order serviceable. 1 Bright-harness'd angels. Bright-armed. So, in Exod. xiii. 18: "The children of Israel went up harnessed out of the land of Egypt."t."-NEWTON. A great critic, in speaking of Milton's smaller poems, passes over this Ode in silence, and observes, "All that short compositions can commonly attain is neatness and elegance.” But Odes are short compositions, and they can often attain sublimity, which is even a characteristic of that species of poetry. We have the proof before us. He adds, “Milton never learned the art of doing little things with grace." If by "little things" we are to understand short poems, Milton had the art of giving them another sort of excellence.-T. WARTON, Here Warton does justice to this sublime Hymn. In this piece are all the constituents of poetry, including high and solemn invention: the imagery is also poetical; the metrical combination of the words rises like the gathering force of a flood, or rather of the carecring winds. Milton had already learned to amalgamate his ideal riches, and cast them in a mould of his own. THE PASSION. This Ode, or rather Elegy, is unaccountably inferior to the preceding Hymn, and unworthy of Milton: indeed, the poet, by leaving it unfinished, and by his note at the end, seems himself to have thought so: one wonders, therefore, that, with such an impression on his own part, he printed it. The language is of an humbler cast, and more like the common poets' of his day. EREWHILE of musick, and ethereal mirth a, In wintry solstice, like the shorten'd light, For now to sorrow must I tune my song, And set my harp to notes of saddest woe, Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long, Dangers, and snares, and wrongs, and worse than so, Which he for us did freely undergo : a Erewhile of musick, and ethereal mirth. Hence we may conjecture that this Ode was probably composed soon after that on the Nativity and this perhaps was a college exercise at Easter, as the last was at Christmas. T. WARTON. b My muse with angels did divide to sing. See Spenser, "Faer. Qu." III. i. 40: And all the while sweet musicke did divide As Horace," Imbelli cithara carmina divides." Od. 1. xv. 15.-T. WARTON. e But headlong joy is ever on the wing. An elegant and expressive line.-T. WARTON. |