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. 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). [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). [Angels] of various plume, In heavenly liveries, distinctly clad, Azure, green, purple, pearl, or downy gold, Or all commix'd; they stand, with wings outspread, List'ning. [An angel's wings of] downy gold And colours dipt in heaven. Those waved their limber fans For wings, and smallest lineaments exact The breastplate of the true High priest, Ardent with gems oracular. Urim and Thummim, those oraculous gems Their dance perplex'd exhibits to the sight... (Of the stars in each case.) Night Thoughts, ix (i. 251). P. L. v. 282-3. P. L. vii. 476-9. Ib. ix (i. 256). P. R. iii. 14-15. Ib. ix (i. 259). P. L. v. 620-22. What more than Atlantean shoulder props. Ib. ix (i. 259). 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. And waves his purple wings. By second chaos; and eternal night. I sung of Chaos and eternal Night. 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. Of matter multiform; or dense, or rare; Opaque, or lucid; rapid, or at rest. O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare. Where thou, from all eternity, hast dwelt. Dwelt from eternity. Ib. ix (i. 291). Ib. ix (i. 293). (Of God in each case.) THOMAS WARTON1 When chants the milk-maid at her balmy pail, 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-stolèd 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. Lycidas, 88, 189. Triumph of Isis, 17. Ib. 21-2. Lycidas, 32-3. Ib. 75-6 (original form). Penseroso, 37-8. Triumph of Isis, 98. Approach of Summer, 336-7. Triumph of Isis, 153. Ib. 205. 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). Flam'd in the van of many a baron bold. To mark the mouldering halls of barons bold. Where throngs of knights and barons bold. Death of George II, 54- (But cf. Gray's Bard, 111, "Girt with many a Baron bold.") While cunning Bards at ancient banquets sung (In each of these passages a colored glass window in a church is meant. When stands th' embattled host in banner'd pride. That led the embattled Seraphim to war. O'er deep embattled ears of corn. Birth of Prince of Wales, 54- P. L. i. 129; cf. vi. 16, etc. Approach of Summer, 114. (Warton also has "th' embattled sedge," Monody, 3; "embattled clouds," The tread majestic, and the beaming eye, There oft thou listen'st to the wild uproar. To ruin'd seats, to twilight cells and bow'rs, Pours her long-levell'd rule of streaming light. With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light. Then, when the sullen shades of ev'ning close, The dying embers scatter, far remote From Mirth's mad shouts, that thro' th' illumin'd roof Blest with the lowly cricket's drowsy dirge. Reynolds's Window, 57-8. Penseroso, 38-9. Pleasures of Melancholy, 13. Ib. 19-20. Comus, 386-7. Ib. 31. Approach of Summer, 121. Pleasures of Melancholy, 74-9 |