(Of eyesight in each case.)

Nor, till oblique he [Phoebus] slop'd his ev'ning ray.

Oft till the star that rose at evening bright

1 Most of these parallels were collected before Mr. G. C. Macaulay's life of Thomson appeared, and a number of them are not in his list (pp. 141-5). I am indebted to him, however, for six of those given above; and I think, as he does, that "the winter evening's occupations (Winter, 424-655] are partly suggested by Milton, those of the student, who holds high converse with the mighty dead' by Il Penseroso, and those of the village and the city by L'Allegro" (p. 144), but it is hardly practicable to quote two hundred lines to prove it. I have taken nothing from Mr. J. E. Wells's article in Modern Language Notes, xxiv. 60-61, though perhaps I should have included "where cowslips hang The dewy head" (Spring, 448–9; cf. Lycidas, 147).

The winding vale its lavish stores, Irriguous, spreads. Ib. 494-5.

With woods o'erhung, and shagged with mossy rocks. Spring, 910.

Ancient seats, with venerable oaks Embosomed high. Liberty, v. 52-3.

Prime cheerer, Light!

Ib. 90-96.

In unessential gloom; and thou, O Sun! . . . in whom ...

Shines out thy Maker! may I sing of thee?

How shall I then attempt to sing of Him

Who, Light Himself, in uncreated light

Invested deep, dwells awfully retired.

Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born!

Ib. 175-7.

Or of the Eternal coeternal beam

May I express thee unblamed? since God is light,

And never but in unapproached light
Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,
Bright effluence of bright essence increate!
Unessential Night.

While, round thy beaming car,
High-seen, the Seasons lead, in sprightly dance
Harmonious knit, the rosy-fingered hours.
[The moon] Leads on the gentle hours.
Thy graces they, knit in harmonious dance.
While universal Pan,

Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance,
Led on the eternal Spring.

The unfruitful rock itself, impregned by thee.
When he [Jupiter] impregns the clouds.

Half in a blush of clustering roses lost.
Half spied, so thick the roses bushing round.

P. L. iii. 1-6.
P. L. ii. 439.

Ib. 120-22.
Spring, 1037.
Liberty, v. 684.

P. L. iv. 266-8.

Summer, 140.
P. L. iv. 500.

Ib. 205.
P. L. ix. 426.

("Blushing" is the reading of the 1720 text.)

On the mingling boughs they sit embowered.
Oh! bear me then to vast embowering shades.
In thick shelter of black shades imbower'd.
The Etrurian shades High over-arch'd embower.

The scenes where ancient bards...
Conversed with angels and immortal forms,
On gracious errands bent-to save the fall

Of virtue struggling on the brink of vice.

Ib. 228.
Autumn, 1030.
Comus, 62.

P. L. i. 3034.

Summer, 523-7.

(Perhaps suggested by the visit of Raphael to warn Adam and Eve: P. L., book v.)

Here frequent, at the visionary hour,

When musing midnight reigns or silent noon,
Angelic harps are in full concert heard,

And voices chaunting from the wood-crown'd hill,

The deepening dale, or inmost sylvan glade.

How often, from the sleep

Of echoing hill or thicket, have we heard
Celestial voices to the midnight air...
With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds
In full harmonic number join'd.

Where the bee... loads his little thigh.
While the bee with honied thigh.

Ib. 556-60.

P. L. iv. 680-87.

Ib. 626-8.
Penseroso, 142.