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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. 783-4.

P. L. iii. 431-2.

Ib. 823-4.
Winter, 55.

P. L. vii. 307-8.

Autumn, 869.
Comus, 730.

Ib. 888.
Comus, 861.

Ib. 967.
Comus, 6-7.

Ib. 1030-31.
Penseroso, 132-3.

Ib. 1088-96.

P. L. i. 287-91.
Penseroso, 71-2.

Armies in meet array,
Thronged with aerial spears and steeds of fire;
Till, the long lines of full-extended war
In bleeding fight commixed, the sanguine flood
Rolls a broad slaughter o'er the plains of heaven.
As when, to warn proud cities, war appears
Waged in the troubled sky, and armies rush
To battle in the clouds; before each van

Prick forth the aery knights, and couch their spears,
Till thickest legions close; with feats of arms
From either end of Heaven the welkin burns.
In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven.

(In the first two cases, of a battle in the clouds, which the people regard as a warning.)

Ib. 1205-6.

P. L. i. 741-2.

Ib. 1117-21.

P. L. ii. 533-8.

P. L. i. 104.

Winter, 5-6.
P. L. i. 250-1.

The vivid Stars shine out, in radiant Files;
And boundless Ether glows, till the fair Moon
Shows her broad Visage, in the crimson'd East;
Now, stooping, seems to kiss the passing Cloud:
Now, o'er the pure Cerulean, rides sublime.
Wide the pale Deluge floats, with silver Waves.
Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

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Winter (1st ed.), 88–93.

P. L. iv. 604-9.

Winter, 156-7.
Spring, 1071.

P. L. vii. 211-13.
Winter (1st ed.), 162.
P. L. viii. 76.
Comus, 598.

Winter, 197-8.

P. L. ii. 263-5.

Ib. 297-8.
Summer, 1650.

Comus, 205-7.

Winter, 617-20.

Allegro, 101-15.
Ib. 814.
Lycidas, 144.

Ib. 896-7.

P. L. vii. 271-2.

Ib. 1004-7.

P. L. i. 204-8.

More to embroil the deep, Leviathan
And his unwieldy train in dreadful sport
Tempest the loosened brine.

The broad monsters of the foaming deep...
... flounce and tumble in unwieldy joy.
Chaos... more embroils the fray.
Wallowing unwieldy, enormous in their gait,
Tempest the ocean. There leviathan,
Hugest of living creatures, on the deep
Stretch'd like a promontory, sleeps or swims.
On the whirlwind's wing Riding sublime.
He on the wings of Cherub rode sublime.

As thick as idle motes in sunny ray.

As thick and numberless

His unpremeditated strain.

My unpremeditated verse.

When Dan Sol to slope his wheels began.

Till the star... had sloped his westering wheel.

With tottering step and slow.
With wandering steps and slow.

(Of the Deity in each case.)

Bent on bold emprise.

I love thy courage yet, and bold emprise.

Castle of Indolence, I. xxix. 2.

As the gay motes that people the sunbeams.

Penseroso, 7-8.

(But cf. Chaucer's Wife of Bath's Tale, 12, "As thikke as motes in the sonnebeem.")

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Ib. 1014-16.

Spring, 822-4.
P. L. ii. 907-8.

P. L. vii. 411-14.

Hymn, 18-19.
P. L. vi. 771.

Ib. lviii. 3.
Lycidas, 30-31.

Ib. lxviii. 4.
P. L. ix. 24.

Ib. lxxii. 5.

P. L. xii. 648.

Ib. II. xiv. 2.

Comus, 610.

Ib. xxxvii. 8.

Comus, 225; cf. Allegro, 78.

Ib. xli. 7.

Comus, 164-5.

Ib. 1. 7.

P. L. xi. 491-2; cf. ii. 672.

Liberty, ii. 98.
P. L. iv. 242-3.

Ib. ii. 444.

P. L. ii. 4.

Ib. v. 19-20.

P. L. iv. 161-3.

Ib. v. 437.

P. L. vii. 4.

(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.
To whom the Angel, with a smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red.
P. L. viii. 618-19.

Now wrapt in some mysterious dream.
And let some strange mysterious dream.

Thine is the balmy breath of morn.
Sweet is the 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.
And with new-spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

The nibbling flock stray.
Where the nibbling flocks do stray.

Isaac Newton, 79-80.

Lycidas, 170-71.

(Of the disappearance and return of a heavenly body in each case.)
On Beauty, 13.
Allegro, 72.

Morning in the Country, 2.
Allegro, 62.

The morning springs, in thousand liveries drest.
The clouds in thousand liveries dight.

Flowers of all hue, their queen the bashful rose.
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.


But chiefly thou, great Ruler! Lord of all!
Before whose throne archangels prostrate fall;
If at thy nod, from discord, and from night,
Sprang beauty, and yon sparkling worlds of light,
Exalt e'en me; all inward tumults quell;
The clouds and darkness of my mind dispel;
To my great subject thou my breast inspire,
And raise my lab'ring soul with equal fire.
And chiefly thou, O Spirit... what in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support;
That to the highth of this great argument
I may assert Eternal Providence....

In the beginning how the Heavens and Earth
Rose out of Chaos.

And death might shake his threat'ning lance in vain. [Death] shook a dreadful dart.

And the grand rebel flaming downward hurl'd.
Him [Satan] the Almighty Power
Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky.

Solitude, 11.
Penseroso, 147.

Less glorious, when of old th' eternal Son
From realms of night return'd with trophies won:
Thro' heaven's high gates, when he triumphant rode,
And shouting angels hail'd the victor God.

Ib. 25.
P. L. iv. 641.

Ib. 44.

Comus, 547-8.

Lines on Marlefield, 22.
P. L. iv. 256.

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).

Down an abyss how dark, and how profound?
Down, down, (I still am falling, horrid pain!)
Ten thousand thousand fathoms still remain.
Then, from the crystal battlements of heaven,
Down, down, she hurls it thro' the dark profound,
Ten thousand thousand fathom.

The favour'd of their Judge, in triumph move
To take possession of their thrones above;
Satan's accurs'd desertion to supply,

Night Thoughts, ix (i. 235).

Thrown by angry Jove

P. L. i. 741-2.

Sheer o'er the crystal battlements.
Plumb down he drops
Ten thousand fathom deep [in Chaos, an abyss dark and profound]. P. L. ii. 933-4.

A lamp . . . sheds a quiv'ring melancholy gloom,
Which only shows the darkness of the room.

Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.

Last Day,

iii (ii. 31).

And fill the vacant stations of the sky.

(This is the reason given for the creation of man in P. L. iii. 677–9 and vii. 150-61.)

And glory, at one entrance, quite shut out.
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
(Pointed out by Young.)

Till some god whispers in his tingling ear,
That fame's unwholesome taken without meat.
Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears:
"Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil."

Naked in nothing should a woman be...
But yield her charms of mind with sweet delay.
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.

Thus the majestic mother of mankind,
To her own charms most amiably blind,
On the green margin innocently stood,
And gaz'd indulgent on the crystal flood;
Survey'd the stranger in the painted wave,
And, smiling, prais'd the beauties which she gave.
Like Milton's Eve, when gazing on the lake,
Man makes the matchless image, man admires.

Intestine broils.
Intestine broils.

Ib. iii (ii. 29).

Rocks, desarts, frozen seas, and burning sands:
Wild haunts of monsters, poisons, stings, and death.
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.......
Where all life dies, death lives, and Nature breeds,
Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things.

High-flusht, with insolence and wine.
Flown with insolence and wine.

Force of Religion, ii (ii. 47).

P. L. i. 62-3.

Love of Fame, ii (ii. 76).
P. L. iii. 50.

Ib. iv (ii. 92).
Lycidas, 77-8.

(Young refers in each case to Milton: cf. P. L. iv. 456–69.)

Ib. vi (ii. 117).

P. L. iv. 310-11.

Ib. vi (ii. 132–3).

Night Thoughts, vi (i. 124).

Night Thoughts, i (i. 8).
P. L. ii. 1001.

Ib. i (i. 10).

P. L. ii. 621-5.

Ib. ii (i. 27).
P. L. i. 502.

(Of a night orgy in each case.)

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