High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shone
Henley's gilt tub, or Fleckno's Irish throne,
Or that where on her Curls the Public pours,
All-bounteous, fragrant Grains and Golden show'rs,
Great Cibber sate.

High on a throne, with stars of silver grac'd.

High on a throne the king each stranger plac'd.
High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat.

So from the Sun's broad beam in shallow urns

Dunciad, ii. 1-5.
Iliad, xviii. 457.
Odyssey, xv. 147.

P. L. ii. 1-5.

Heav'n's twinkling Sparks draw light, and point their horns. Dunciad, ii. 11-12.
Hither [to the sun], as to their fountain, other stars
Repairing, in their golden urns draw light,
And hence the morning planet gilds her horns.

On feet and wings, and flies, and wades, and hops;
So lab'ring on, with shoulders, hands, and head.
O'er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks they go.
O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way,
And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.

P. L. vii. 364-6.

Ib. ii. 64-5.
Iliad, xxiii. 141.

P. L. ii. 948-50.

(The first case was pointed out by Pope.)

With arms expanded Bernard rows his state.
Rows Her state with oary feet. [Of a swan.]

(Pointed out by Pope.)

His papers light fly diverse, tost in air.
The scatter'd Trojan bands Fly diverse.
Rolls diverse.

Then both [Sin and Death] ...
Flew diverse... Tost up and down.

In naked majesty Oldmixon stands.
In naked majesty seem'd lords of all.

Shaking the horrors of his sable brows.
The wood,
Whose shady horrours on a rising brow
Wav'd high, and frown'd.

This drear wood,
The nodding horror of whose shady brows.

As under seas Alpheus' secret sluice
Bears Pisa's off'rings to his Arethuse.
Divine Alpheus, who, by secret sluice,
Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse.

Smit with love of Poesy and Prate.
Smit with the love of Sister Arts.
Smit with love of honourable deeds.
Smit with the love of sacred song.

Dunciad, ii. 67.
P. L. vii. 439-40.

(The first case was pointed out by Pope.)

1 Pope's note: "This has a resemblance to that passage in Milton, book xi. where the Angel

To noble sights from Adam's eye remov'd

The film; then purg'd with Euphrasie and Rue

The visual nerve- For he had much to see.

There is a general allusion in what follows to that whole episode." To quote from the arguments of the two poems, Settle "takes" Cibber "to a Mount of Vision, from whence he shows him the past triumphs of the Empire of Dulness, then the present, and lastly the future"; just as the angel leads Adam "up to a high hill" and "sets before him in vision what shall happen till the Flood."

From rank to rank she darts her ardent eyes.
Thro' the thick files he darts his searching eyes.
Thro' all the war He darts his anxious eye.

He through the armed files Darts his experienced eye.

Thick as autumnal leaves.

Thick as autumnal leaves.

And Sangar's stream ran purple with their blood.
While smooth Adonis from his native rock
Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood.

He shook his hoary locks, and thus replied.
The lord of thunders view'd, and stern bespoke.
He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake.

Thus they in heav'n.
Thus they in Heaven.

[Mars] shakes a spear that casts a dreadful light.
[Death] shook a dreadful dart.

Involve in clouds th' eternal gates of day.
Within thick clouds and dark tenfold involved.

Earth trembled as he strode.
Hell trembled as he strode.

Slow from his seat the rev'rend Priam rose:
His godlike aspect deep attention drew.
With grave Aspect he rose. ... his look
Drew audience and attention still as night.

As deep beneath th' infernal centre hurl'd,
As from that centre to th' ethereal world.
As far removed from God and light of Heaven
As from the centre thrice to the utmost pole.

Ib. ii. 525.

Ib. iv. 235.

Ib. xvii. 90-91.
P. L. i. 567-8.

Ib. ii. 970.
P. L. i. 302.

Ib. iii. 250.

P. L. i. 450-51.
Ib. iv. 369.
Ib. v. 1093.
Lycidas, 112.

Ib. v. 523.
P. L. iii. 416.

Ib. v. 729.
P. L. ii. 672.

Ib. v. 932.
P. R. i. 41.

Ib. vii. 256.
P. L. ii. 676.

Ib. vii. 441-2.

P. L. ii. 300-308.

Ib. viii. 19-20.
P. L. i. 73-4.

(Pointed out by Pope.)

Ib. viii. 48.

Ib. xiv. 387.

P. L. iv. 499.

And smil'd superiour on his best-belov'd.
Smiling with superiour love.

Smiled with superior love.

(A reference in each case to Jupiter's smiling on Juno or Minerva.)

O'er his broad back his moony shield he threw.
His shield (a broad circumference) he bore.
And now his shoulders bear the massy shield.
His ponderous shield,

Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round,
Behind him cast. The broad circumference
Hung on his shoulders like the moon.

And threats his foll'wers with retorted eye.
And with retorted scorn his back he turn'd.
Flam'd in the front of heav'n.
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

Iliad, xi. 672.
Ib. xxi. 688.
Odyssey, xxii. 138.

P. L. i. 284-7.

Iliad, xi. 695.
P. L. v. 906.
Ib. xi. 871.
Lycidas, 171.

(Of the rising sun in each case.)

Now rushing in, the furious chief appears,
Gloomy as Night!

He on his impious foes right onward drove,
Gloomy as night.

Th' enormous monsters, rolling o'er the deep,
Gambol around him on the wat'ry way;
And heavy whales in awkward measures play.
Wallowing unwieldy, enormous in their gait,
Tempest the ocean. There leviathan,
Hugest of living creatures, on the deep.

Bears, tigers, ounces, pards, Gamboll'd before them.

Or pine, fit mast for some great admiral.
Or pine (fit mast for some great admiral).
The tallest pine

Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast
Of some great ammiral.

Convok'd to council, weigh the sum of things.
Consulting on the sum of things.

A shout, that tore heav'n's concave, and above.
A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond.

The Goddess with the charming eyes
Glows with celestial red, and thus replies:
"Is this a scene for love?"

The Angel, with a smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue, Answer'd
Veil'd in a mist of fragrance him they found.
Veil'd in a cloud of fragrance, where she stood.

Else had my wrath, heav'n's thrones all shaking round,
Burn'd to the bottom of the seas profound.

Eternal wrath

Burn'd after them to the bottomless pit.

Ib. xii. 553-4.

P. L. vi. 831-2.

Ib. xiii. 43-5.

P. L. vii. 411-13.
P. L. iv. 344-5.
Ib. xiii. 494.
Ib. xvi. 592.

P. L. i. 292-4.

Ib. xiii. 930.
P. L. vi. 673.

Ib. xiii. 1060.
P. L. i. 542.

Ib. xiv. 373-5.

P. L. viii. 618-20.

Ib. xv. 174.
P. L. ix. 425.

Ib. xv. 252-3.

P. L. vi. 865-6.

(Pope says, "Milton has a thought very like it in his fourth book," and quotes

P. L. iv. 991 ff.)

Dire was the hiss of darts.

Ib. xv. 356.

Dire was the noise

P. L. vi. 211-13.

Of conflict; overhead the dismal hiss
Of fiery darts.

Ib. xix. 48, xxiii. 38; Odyssey, xxiv. 482.
Odyssey, xiv. 17.
P. L. i. 797.

(Of a stream in each case.)