Dim religious groves embow'r. Etrurian shades High over-arch'd embower. Desc. Sketches (1793 ed.), 124. P. L. i. 303-4. (Wordsworth also has ten cases of "embowering" and "embowered," Above them all the Archangel; but his face. Oh dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Without all hope of day! But, oh the heavy change! And partner of my loss.- O heavy change! Suffer my genial spirits to decay. Could Father Adam open his eyes Redbreast chasing the Butterfly, 12-14. (A reference, as Wordsworth pointed out, to P. L. xi. 185-90.) ... a thing "beneath our shoon." Thou art. To the Small Celandine (2), 49–50. (Of a flower in each case.) The beetle panoplied in gems and gold, Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought. Stanzas in "Castle of Indolence," 60-61. P. L. vi. 525–7, 760–1. (Wordsworth also has "whose panoply is not a thing put on"-"Who To overleap At will the crystal battlements... O'er Limbo lake with aëry flight to steer, And on the verge of Chaos hang in fear. Departure from Grasmere, 5–12. White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery. . . . The sport of winds: all these, upwhirl'd aloft ... Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! God so commanded, and left that command A watchful heart Still couchant. Changes oft His couchant watch. Eccl. Sonnets, II. xxviii. 6–9. P. L. iv. 181-2. P. L. ii. 407. P. L. ii. 917-19. (Wordsworth also speaks of a "couchant" lion, fawn, doe: To Enterprise, 35; "Long has the dew," 5; White Doe, i. 203.) Alas! what boots it? — who can hide? Alas! what boots it with uncessant care? The gift of this adventurous song. The earth is all before me. Immortal verse Thoughtfully fitted to the Orphean lyre. And wisdom married to immortal verse. With other notes than to the Orphean lyre I sung. Hence life, and change, and beauty, solitude Her pealing organ was my neighbour too. The Waggoner, 702. Tyrolese Sonnets, iv. 1. Egyptian Maid, 97. Excursion, vi. 615. The Waggoner, 784. Ib. i. 232-3. Excursion, vii. 535-6. To the Clouds, 60-61. Prelude, i. 511. Ib. ii. 294-5. A pensive sky, sad days, and piping winds. That seemed another morn Risen on mid noon. The mountains more by blackness visible Lead his voice through many a maze. Tract more exquisitely fair Than that famed paradise of ten thousand trees, Spot more delicious than those gardens feign'd And boon nature's lavish help. Of mountain-quiet and boon nature's grace. Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain. Ib. vi. 174. Ib. vi. 197-8. Ib. vi. 714-15. Ib. viii. 75-7. P. L. ix. 439-41. Ib. viii. 81. Eccl. Sonnets, I. i. 4. P. L. iv. 242-3. Prelude, viii. 560–65. The curious traveller . . . sees, or thinks he sees. The mind of Adam, yet in Paradise Though fallen from bliss, when in the East he saw Ib. viii. 658-64. (Wordsworth also uses "empyrean" twice as an adjective; Milton has it five times as a noun and once as an adjective.) And thou, O flowery field Of Enna! Not that fair field Not like a temple rich with pomp and gold. That broods Over the dark abyss. Hence endless occupation for the Soul, Whence the soul Reason receives, and reason is her being, Discursive, or intuitive. And substitute a universe of death For that which moves with light and life informed. A universe of death. All alike inform'd With radiant light. And sought that beauty, which, as Milton sings, Not terrible, though terror be in love Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne. Ib. xi. 419-20. P. L. iv. 268-9. Ib. xiii. 229. Ib. xiv. 71-2. Ib. xiv. 119-20. P. L. v. 486-8. Ib. xiv. 160-61. P. L. iii. 593-4. Ib. xiv. 245-6. P. L. ix. 490-1. Sonnet, "Methought I saw," I. (But cf. Ralegh's sonnet on the Faerie Queene.) His genius shook the buskined stage. Her duty is to stand and wait. They also serve who only stand and wait. But ere the Moon had sunk to rest Of his [the sun's] chamber in the east. With woollen cincture. With feather'd cincture. (Of clothing in each case. Wordsworth also has "encincture": Source of Danube, 8; Excursion, v. 159; Eccl. Sonnets, III. xli. 9.) A hut, by tufted trees defended. Upon a rising ground a grey church-tower, Whose battlements were screened by tufted trees. [A chapel] tufted with an ivy grove. Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees. On a plat of rising ground. Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed; Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named! The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. For they have learnt to open and to close The ridges of grim war. Expert... to... open when, and when to close Like the bright confines of another world. I sing: "fit audience let me find though few!" ... Still govern thou my song, That left half-told the preternatural tale. Commenced in pain, In pain commenced, and ended without peace. Though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues. Yet cease I not to struggle, and aspire. Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt. Who dwell on earth, yet breathe empyreal air. I have presumed, An earthly guest, and drawn empyreal air. ("Empyreal air" occurs again in Epitaphs from Chiabrera, viii. 20, and |