As huge in length extended lay the beast.
So stretch'd out huge in length the Arch-Fiend lay.
Darkness cover'd o'er The face of things.
[The moon] Shadowy sets off the face of things.
No more was seen the human form divine.
Not to me returns . . . or human face divine.
This said, and scornful turning from the shore
My haughty step, I stalk'd the valley o'er.
So spoke the wretch; but shunning farther fray,
Turn'd his proud step, and left them.
So saying, his proud step he scornful turn'd.

Odyssey, v. 224.
P. L. i. 646.

Ib. v. 454-5.

Ib. vii. 307-8.

P. L. viii. 509–10.

Ib. v. 497.

P. L. xi. 779.

P. R. i. 354.

Ibay. 597.

P. L. viii. 254.

Ib. v. 606.
Comus, 349.

Ib. vii. 231, X. 434.
Ib. xvii. 105.

On his Grotto, I.
Comus, 861.

Odyssey, vii. 306.
P. L. iii. 45; cf. vii. 206.

Ib. vii. 372.

Lycidas, 30-31.
Ib. ix. 32.
P. L. iv. 311.

Ib. ix. 219.
Comus, 62.

P. R. i. 296.

Ib. x. 60.

Piemont sonnet, 8-9.

Ib. x. 206.
P. L. i. 209.

Ib. x. 210-II,
xiv. 510-11.
P. L. v. 43; cf. vii. 636.

Ib. x. 278.
P. L. iii. 41-4.

Ib. x. 325-6.

Ib. xvii. 304-5.
P. L. iv. 536.

Ib. x. 331-2.

P. L. iii. 637-9.

Ib. x. 582-3.

P. L. iii. 51-3.

The nodding verdure of its brow.
The nodding horror of whose shady brows.

(Of woods in each case.)
The first fresh dawn then waked the gladdened race
Of uncorrupted man, nor blushed to see
The sluggard sleep beneath its sacred beam;
For their light slumbers gently fumed away.
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam waked, so custom'd; for his sleep
Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Ib. xv. 507-8.
P. L. xi. 745-7.

Ib. xiv. 533.

Comus, 890-91.
Ib. xv. 444.

Comus, 294-5.

P. L. iv. 258-60.

Ib. xxi. 308.

P. L. xi. 642; Comus, 610.

Ib. xxi. 390.

P. L. iii. 710; cf. ii. 541.

Ib. xxiv. 67-8.

Nativity, 182-3.

Ib. xxiv. 497.
P. L. i. 330.

Spring, 129.
Autumn, 1206.

P. L. i. 236-7.

(Of earthquakes in the last two cases.)

Spring, 229.
Comus, 38.

Ib. 242-5.

P. L. v. 1-4.

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).

1

Fruits and blossoms blushed

In social sweetness on the self-same bough.
Goodliest trees, loaden with fairest fruit,
Blossoms and fruits at once of golden hue.

Come with those downcast eyes, sedate and sweet,
Those looks demure that deeply pierce the soul.
Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure,
Sober, stedfast, and demure ...

And looks commercing with the skies,

Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes... till
With a sad leaden downward cast

Thou fix them on the earth as fast.

The stately-sailing swan
Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale,
And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet
Bears forward fierce.

The boat light-skimming stretched its oary wings.

Penseroso, 31-44.

The winding vale its lavish stores, Irriguous, spreads. Ib. 494-5.
The irriguous vale.
Autumn, 751.
P. L. iv. 255.

Some irriguous valley spread her store.

The swan, with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet.

Sportive lambs,

This way and that convolved in friskful glee. [Bees] Convolved and agonizing in the dust. Satan... writhed him to and fro convolved.

The rosy-bosomed Spring.
Spring... and the rosy-bosom'd Hours.

Spring, 321-2.
P. L. iv. 147-8.

Beside the brink Of haunted stream.

Did ever poet image aught so fair,
Dreaming in whispering groves by the hoarse brook?

Such sights as youthful poets dream

On summer eves by haunted stream.

Ib. 485-6.

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

Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain.

By grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid shades.

The meek-eyed morn appears, mother of dews,
At first faint-gleaming in the dappled east.

Sent down the meek-eyed Peace.

Till the dappled dawn doth rise.

Spring, 778-81.
Autumn, 129.

P. L. vii. 438-40.

And villages embosomed soft in trees.

Spring, 954.

Ancient seats, with venerable oaks Embosomed high. Liberty, v. 52-3.
Towers and battlements it sees

Bosom'd high in tufted trees.

Allegro, 77-8.

Spring, 1010.
Comus, 985-6.

Summer, 11-12.

Isaac Newton, 119-20.

Allegro, 129–30.

Spring, 836-7.
Autumn, 1183.
P. L. vi. 327-8.

Winter, 280-81.
Comus, 429.

Summer, 47-8.
Nativity, 46.
Allegro, 44.

Prime cheerer, Light!
Of all material beings first and best!

Efflux divine! Nature's resplendent robe,
Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt

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!
Or of the Eternal coeternal beam

May I express thee unblamed? since God is light,
And never but in unapproached light
Dwell 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.

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.

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

Ib. 90-96.

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 steep

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.

Ib. 175-7.

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

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

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. 228.
Autumn, 1030.
Comus, 62.
P. L. i. 303-4.

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.

Summer, 523-7.

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

Ib. 556-60.

P. L. iv. 680-87.

Ib. 626-8.
Penseroso, 142.