Some close design, or turn of womankind. Join Thy pleaded reason. Approved My pleaded reason. Since wide he wander'd on the wat'ry waste. Where on the flow'ry herb as soft he lay. The cool translucent springs. The pure, translucent springs. Thames' translucent wave. Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave. Ever-during shade. Ever-during dark. (Of eyesight in each case.) Nor, till oblique he [Phoebus] slop'd his ev'ning ray. Oft till the star that rose at evening bright .... had sloped his westering wheel. With sweet, reluctant, amorous delay. In shelter thick of horrid shade reclin'd. Our groans the rocks remurmur'd to the main. As huge in length extended lay the beast. Youth smil'd celestial, with each op'ning grace. Youth smiled celestial, and to every limb There seek the Theban Bard, depriv'd of sight; Odyssey, v. 224. Ib. v. 454-5. Ib. v. 597. P. L. viii. 254. Ib. v. 606. Ib. vii. 231, X. 434. Odyssey, vii. 306. Ib. vii. 372. 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). The winding vale its lavish stores, Irriguous, spreads. Ib. 494-5. 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. Winter, 280-81. Comus, 429. Spring, 954. Ancient seats, with venerable oaks Embosomed high. Liberty, v. 52-3. And villages embosomed soft in trees. Prime cheerer, Light! Of all material beings first and best! Efflux divine! Nature's resplendent robe, In unessential gloom; and thou, O Sun! . . . in whom . . . Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt 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. Ib. 90-96. 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 Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, While, round thy beaming car, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, The unfruitful rock itself, impregned by thee. Half in a blush of clustering roses lost. Ib. 175-7. P. L. iii. 1-6. P. L. ii. 439. Ib. 120-22. P. L. iv. 266-8. Summer, 140. Ib. 205. ("Blushing" is the reading of the 1720 text.) On the mingling boughs they sit embowered. The scenes where ancient bards... Of virtue struggling on the brink of vice. Ib. 228. P. L. i. 303-4. Summer, 523-7. (Perhaps suggested by the visit of Raphael to warn Adam and Eve: P. L., book v.) 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 Where the bee . . . loads his little thigh. Ib. 556-60. P. L. iv. 680-87. Ib. 626-8. Or lead me through the maze, Embowering endless, of the Indian fig. Summer, 670-71. (A reference to P. L. ix. 1101-1110.) Through the soft silence of the listening night. The sober-suited songstress. Cool to the middle air. Her wonted station in the middle air. As up the middle sky unseen they stole. Up to the middle region of thick air. Thro' gorgeous Ind. Bring home of either Ind the gorgeous stores. Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, In the farthest verge. Her farthest verge. The wonted roar is up. The wonted roar was up. The cheerful haunt of men. Thence nitre, sulphur, and the fiery spume Deep under ground, materials dark and crude, With Heaven's ray, and temper'd, they shoot forth... With touch ethereal of Heaven's fiery rod. To close the face of things. Involve the face of things. Till by degrees the finished fabric rose. Frequent and full. P. L. v. 43; cf. vii. 636, xi. 712. Autumn, 83; cf. Liberty, iv. 1179, v. 376. (Of a building in each case.) (Of an assembly in each case.) Even in the height of noon oppressed, the sun As when the sun new-risen Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, Autumn, 531. Ib. 721-4. P. L. i. 594-9. |