While lab'ring oxen, spent with toil and heat, In his loose traces from the furrow came. Nor rivers winding through the vales below, In some still ev'ning, when the whisp'ring breeze When the gust hath blown his fill, Crowned with tufted trees. To happy Convents, bosom'd deep in vines. The tufted trees. And spiry tops, the tufted trees above, Of Circe's palace bosom'd in the grove. Bosom'd high in tufted trees. The weeping amber, or the balmy tree. Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm. The yellow carp, in scales bedropped with gold. Pastorals, i. 23. Ib. i. 31. Odyssey, v. 94. Ib. iii. 61-2. Comus, 291-2. Ib. iv. 3-4. Ib. iv. 79-80. Penseroso, 127-9. Windsor Forest, 27. Odyssey, x. 175-6. Allegro, 77-8. Windsor Forest, 30. Ib. 144. 1 Most of these parallels are selected from those given in the Elwin-Courthope edition of Pope, Gilbert Wakefield's edition of Pope's Homer, and Mary Leather's article, Pope as a Student of Milton, in Englische Studien, xxv. 398-410; some I have myself noted. None of the Iliad or Odyssey parallels can be explained by similarities between Homer and Milton; most of the passages, indeed, owe nothing to Homer but are original with Pope. Or those green isles, where headlong Titan steeps His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream. Mean time the vig'rous dancers beat the ground. The dapper elves their moon-light sports pursue. Full oft I drain'd the spicy nut-brown bowl. In air self-balanced hung the globe below. With golden architrave; nor did there want The growing tow'rs like exhalations rise. Barbaric pearl and gold. Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold. Ere warning Phoebus touched his trembling ears. Blissful bowers Of amaranthine shade. Ib. 387-8 (original reading). Comus, 95-7. January and May, 353. Comus, 143-4. Ib. 460. Wife of Bath, 214. Temple of Fame, 13. Temple of Fame, 76–8. Odyssey, xxi. 46. P. L. i. 714-16. Temple of Fame, 91. P. L. i. 710-11. Ib. 94. Ib. 138. P. L. i. 717. Essay on Criticism, 131 (variant). Lycidas, 77. (Of heaven in each case.) And those love-darting eyes must roll no more. Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn. He from thick films shall purge the visual ray. His visual ball. Sharpen'd his visual ray. St. Cecilia, 76. P. L. ai. 77–8. Elegy to an Unfortunate Lady, 34. Comus, 753. Messiah, 39. Odyssey, ix. 454. P. L. iii. 620; cf. xi. 415. (The first case was pointed out by Pope.) He wipes the tears for ever from our eyes. All tears are wiped for ever from all eyes. And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Messiah (1st ed.), 46. Epilogue to Satires, i. 103. Lycidas, 181. P. L. i. 392-6. (The second case was pointed out by Pope.) Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays. To make men happy, and to keep them so. To see themselves fall endlong into beasts. Moral Essays, iii. 282. Ib. iv. 148. Horace's Epistles, I. vi. 2. Satires of Donne, iv. 167. (Of Circe's guests in each case.) To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense: And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, And opes the temple of Eternity. That opes the palace of Eternity. Daughter of Chaos and eternal Night. Dread Chaos, and eternal Night. I sung of Chaos and eternal Night. Here pleas'd behold her mighty wings outspread. In clouded Majesty here Dulness shone. (Pointed out by Pope.) He roll'd his eyes that witness'd huge dismay. Ib. iv. 185-6. Comus, 375-80. Epilogue to Satires, ii. 235. Dunciad, i. 12. Ib. iv. 2. P. L. iii. 18. Ib. i. 27. Ib. i. 45. P. L. iv. 606-7. Ib. (1st ed.), i. 105. P. L. i. 56-7. |