In darkness from excessive splendour born, As when a wretch, from thick, polluted air, Whence descends Urania, my celestial guest! who deigns Descend from Heaven, Urania. Of my celestial patroness, who deigns Her nightly visitation unimplored. Smit with the pomp of lofty sentiments. Smit with the love of sacred song. Fall, how profound! like Lucifer's, the fall!... .... hurl'd headlong, hurl'd at once To night! to nothing! Ib. iv (i. 64). P. L. iii. 377-82. Ib. iv (i. 69). P. L. ix. 445-9; cf. iii. 543–53. Ib. v (i. 84). P. L. vii. 1. P. L. ix. 21-2. Ib. vii (i. 155). P. L. iii. 29. [God] o'er heaven's battlements the felon [Lucifer] hurl'd To groans, and chains, and darkness. Ib. vii (i. 157). Ib. ix (i. 279). What magic... these pond'rous orbs sustains? Or has th' Almighty Father, with a breath, Chaos! of nature both the womb, and grave! The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave. His purple wing bedropp'd with eyes of gold. Their waved coats dropt with gold. And waves his purple wings. Ib. ix (i. 259). Ib. ix (i. 270). P. L. ii. 1051-2. Ib. ix (i. 271). P. L. i. 21-2. P. L. ii. 910-11. Ib. ix (i. 284). Ib. ix (i. 289). P. L. iii. 18. Ib. ix (i. 291). Ib. ix (i. 293). (Of God in each case.) THOMAS WARTON1 When chants the milk-maid at her balmy pail, And the milkmaid singeth blithe. O'er Isis' willow-fringed banks I stray'd. Where grows the willow and the osier dank. I fram'd the Doric lay. O for the warblings of the Doric ote, That wept the youth deep-whelm'd in ocean's tide! With eager thought warbling his Doric lay. From her loose hair the dropping dew she press'd. No more thy love-resounding sonnets suit My Muse divine still keeps her wonted state, To hold short dalliance with the tuneful Nine. I'll hold divinest dalliance. Held dalliance with his fair Egyptian spouse. Ye cloisters pale. The studious cloisters pale. I see the sable-suited Prince advance. Till civil-suited Morn appear. Sat sable-vested Night. The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipp'd ark. She rests her weary feet, and plumes her wings. To drop the sweeping pall of scepter'd pride. With even step he walk'd, and constant hand. Triumph of Isis, 3-4. Allegro, 63-5. Ib. 6. Comus, 890-1. Ib. 8. Elegy on Prince of Wales, 1-2. King's Birthday, 1786, 27. Lycidas, 88, 189. Triumph of Isis, 17. Comus, 863. Ib. 21-2. Lycidas, 32-3. Ib. 75-6 (original form). New Year 1786, 90. Penseroso, 37-8. Triumph of Isis, 98. Approach of Summer, 336-7. Triumph of Isis, 153. Ib. 205. Penseroso, 122. Ib. 240. Sent to Mr. Upton, 26. Elegy on Prince of Wales, 14. Elegy on Prince of Wales, 21. 1 Most of these parallels, as well as many others that I have not included, are pointed out by Richard Mant in his edition of Warton's poems (Oxford, 1802). With toys of wanton mirth my fixed mind. Hoaren yclep'd Euphrosyne. Free little you bested, Ort the fixed mind with all your toys! And Bacchus, ivy-crown'd. To wy-crowned Bacchus bore. Yet are these joys that Melancholy gives. Of parting wings bedropt with gold. Ib. 285-6. Penseroso, 3-4. Ib. 291. Penseroso, 175. Inscription in a Hermitage, 32. (But cf. Pope's Windsor Forest, 144, "The yellow carp, in scales be dropped with gold.”) To take my staff, and amice gray. Came forth with pilgrim steps, in amice gray. Death stands prepar'd, but still delays, to strike. And over them triumphant Death his dart Ib. 38. To Sleep, 16. P. L. xi. 49I-2. The Hamlet, 45 (original reading). Massy proof. Vale-Royal Abbey, 64 (of a column); New Year 1786, 60 (of a bastion); New Year 1788, 1 (of a castle). With antic pillars massy proof. Penseroso, 158. (Warton also has "massy piles," Triumph of Isis, 151; "massy state," |