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The vivid Stars shine out, in radiant Files;
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
Descends the ethereal force, and with strong gust
They view'd the vast immeasurable Abyss,
And the thin Fabrick of the pillar'd Air.
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness.
Till Nature's King, who oft
Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone.
Tells how the drudging goblin sweat. . . .
Or beauteous freakt with many a mingled hue.
The loud misrule Of driving tempest.
The loud misrule Of Chaos.
Ill fares the bark, with trembling wretches charged,
While night o'erwhelms the sea, and horror looks.
Winter (1st ed.), 88-93.
P. L. iv. 604-9.
P. L. vii. 211-13.
P. L. ii. 263-5.
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...
On the whirlwind's wing Riding sublime.
(Of the Deity in each case.)
As thick as idle motes in sunny ray.
As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Spring, 822-4. P. L. ii. 907-8.
P. L. vii. 411-14.
Castle of Indolence, I. xxix. 2.
(But cf. Chaucer's Wife of Bath's Tale, 12, “As thikke as motes in the sonne
When Dan Sol to slope his wheels began.
Till the star... had sloped his westering wheel.
His unpremeditated strain.
My unpremeditated verse.
With tottering step and slow.
Bent on bold emprise.
I love thy courage yet, and bold emprise.
And tufted groves to shade the meadow-bed.
With magic dust their eyne he tries to blind.
Hath met the virtue of this magic dust.
And o'er the nations shook her conquering dart. And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook. All that boon nature could luxuriant pour. Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse.
(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.
Celestial rosy red.
P. L. viii. 618-19.
(Of the disappearance and return of a heavenly body in each case.)
The nibbling flock stray.
Where the nibbling flocks do stray.
The morning springs, in thousand liveries drest.
Flowers of all hue, their queen the bashful rose.
On Beauty, 13.
Morning in the Country, 2.
Lines on Marlefield, 22.
But chiefly thou, great Ruler! Lord of all!
And chiefly thou, O Spirit... what in me is dark
That to the highth of this great argument
I may assert Eternal Providence....
In the beginning how the Heavens and Earth
And death might shake his threat'ning lance in vain.
And the grand rebel flaming downward hurl'd.
Him [Satan] the Almighty Power
Less glorious, when of old th' eternal Son
(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 1 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).
Ten thousand fathom deep [in Chaos, an abyss dark and profound]. P. L. ii. 933-4.
The favour'd of their Judge, in triumph move
To take possession of their thrones above;
Satan's accurs'd desertion to supply,
And fill the vacant stations of the sky.
Last Day, iii (ii. 31).
(This is the reason given for the creation of man in P. L. iii. 677-9 and vii.
A lamp... sheds a quiv'ring melancholy gloom,
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
And glory, at one entrance, quite shut out.
(Pointed out by Young.)
Till some god whispers in his tingling ear,
Naked in nothing should a woman be...
But yield her charms of mind with sweet delay.
Thus the majestic mother of mankind,
Force of Religion, ii (ii. 47).
P. L. i. 62-3.
Love of Fame, ii (ii. 76).
Ib. iv (ii. 92).
Ib. vi (ii. 117).
P. L. iv. 310-II.
Ib. vi (ii. 132–3).
Night Thoughts, vi (i. 124).
(Young refers in each case to Milton: cf. P. L. iv. 456-69.)