(In the first two cases, of a battle in the clouds, which the people regard as a warning.) Hurled Sheer from the black foundation. Thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements. Welcome, kindred glooms! Cogenial horrors, hail! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal world! Ib. 1205-6. P. L. i. 741-2. Winter, 5-6. The vivid Stars shine out, in radiant Files; With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led Descends the ethereal force, and with strong gust They view'd the vast immeasurable Abyss, And the thin Fabrick of the pillar'd Air. The pillar'd firmament is rottenness. Till Nature's King, who oft Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone. How oft amidst Thick clouds and dark doth Heaven's all-ruling Sire Choose to reside. Then throng the busy shapes into his mind Of covered pits, unfathomably deep. A thousand shadows at her beck. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire. Tells how the drudging goblin sweat. . . . Or beauteous freakt with many a mingled hue. The loud misrule Of driving tempest. The loud misrule Of Chaos. Ill fares the bark, with trembling wretches charged, While night o'erwhelms the sea, and horror looks. Winter (1st ed.), 88-93. P. L. iv. 604-9. Winter, 156-7. P. L. vii. 211-13. Winter, 197-8. P. L. ii. 263-5. Ib. 297-8. Comus, 205-7. Winter, 617-20. Allegro, 101-15. Ib. 814. Ib. 896-7. Ib. 1004-7. P. L. i. 204-8. More to embroil the deep, Leviathan The broad monsters of the foaming deep... Ib. 1014-16. (Of the Deity in each case.) As thick as idle motes in sunny ray. As the gay motes that people the sunbeams. Spring, 822-4. P. L. vii. 411-14. Hymn, 18-19. Castle of Indolence, I. xxix. 2. (But cf. Chaucer's Wife of Bath's Tale, 12, “As thikke as motes in the sonnebeem.") When Dan Sol to slope his wheels began. Till the star... had sloped his westering wheel. His unpremeditated strain. My unpremeditated verse. With tottering step and slow. With wandering steps and slow. Bent on bold emprise. I love thy courage yet, and bold emprise. And tufted groves to shade the meadow-bed. With magic dust their eyne he tries to blind. Hath met the virtue of this magic dust. And o'er the nations shook her conquering dart. .3. Ib. lviii. 3 Ib. lxviii. 4. Ib. lxxii. 5. Ib. II. xiv. 2. Ib. xxxvii. 8. (Of the muse in each case.) Wings [of a goddess], Dipped in the colours of the heavenly bow. Ib. v. 549–50. Wings (of an angel] . . . with . . . colours dipt in heaven. P. L. v. 277-83. With her hand, Celestial red, she touched my darken'd eyes. [Of a goddess.] Ib. v. 558-9. Celestial rosy red. P. L. viii. 618-19. Now wrapt in some mysterious dream. Solitude, 11. Penseroso, 147. Thine is the balmy breath of morn. When meditation has her fill. To meditate my rural minstrelsy, Till fancy had her fill. Till, to the forehead of our evening sky Returned, the blazing wonder glares anew. Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. Ib. 25. P. L. iv. 641. Ib. 44. Comus, 547-8. Isaac Newton, 79-80. Lycidas, 170-71. (Of the disappearance and return of a heavenly body in each case.) The nibbling flock stray. Where the nibbling flocks do stray. The morning springs, in thousand liveries drest. Flowers of all hue, their queen the bashful rose. On Beauty, 13. Morning in the Country, 2. Lines on Marlefield, 22. YOUNG 1 But chiefly thou, great Ruler! Lord of all! That to the highth of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence... In the beginning how the Heavens and Earth And death might shake his threat'ning lance in vain. And the grand rebel flaming downward hurl'd. Him [Satan] the Almighty Power Less glorious, when of old th' eternal Son Last Day, i (ii. 2). P. L. i. 17-25, 9-10. Ib. i (ii. 5). P. L. ii. 672; cf. xi. 491–2. Ib. ii (ii. 18). P. L. i. 44-5. Ib. iii (ii. 27). (A reference to P. L. vi. 880-90.) 1 Several of these parallels are pointed out in W. Thomas's Le Poète Edward Young (Paris, 1901), but I have not included all that M. Thomas notes. The figures in parentheses refer to the volume and page of the Aldine edition of Young (1852).. Plumb down he drops Ib. iii (ii. 29). Night Thoughts, ix (i. 235). Ten thousand fathom deep [in Chaos, an abyss dark and profound]. P. L. ii. 933-4. The favour'd of their Judge, in triumph move To take possession of their thrones above; Satan's accurs'd desertion to supply, And fill the vacant stations of the sky. Last Day, iii (ii. 31). (This is the reason given for the creation of man in P. L. iii. 677-9 and vii. A lamp... sheds a quiv'ring melancholy gloom, Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. And glory, at one entrance, quite shut out. (Pointed out by Young.) Till some god whispers in his tingling ear, Naked in nothing should a woman be... Thus the majestic mother of mankind, Force of Religion, ii (ii. 47). P. L. i. 62-3. Love of Fame, ii (ii. 76). Ib. iv (ii. 92). Lycidas, 77-8. Ib. vi (ii. 117). P. L. iv. 310-11. Ib. vi (ii. 132–3). Night Thoughts, vi (i. 124). (Young refers in each case to Milton: cf. P. L. iv. 456-69.) |