P. L. v. 294.

The wilderness of joy.

Night Thoughts, iii (i. 36). A wilderness of joys.

Ib. viii (i. 187). A wilderness of wonder.

Ib. ix (i. 276). A wilderness of sweets.

That husht Cimmerian vale,
Where darkness, brooding o'er unfinisht fates,
With raven wing incumbent, waits the day.

Ib. iii (i. 43-4).
Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings,
And the night-raven sings ...
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.

Allegro, 6-10.
Where am I rapt by this triumphant theme,
On Christian joy's exulting wing, above
Th’ Aonian mount!

Ib. iv (i. 61).
But oh! I faint! my spirits fail! — Nor strange!
So long on wing, and in no middle clime!

Ib. ix (i. 290).
My advent'rous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above the Aonian mount.

P. L. 1. 13-15.
Pavilion'd high he sits
In darkness from excessive splendour born,
By gods unseen,
unless thro’ lustre lost.

Ib. iv (i. 64).
Throned inaccessible, but when thou shadest
The full blaze of thy beams, and ...
Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appear,
Yet dazzle Heaven, that brightest Seraphim
Approach not, but with both wings veil their eyes. P. L. iii. 377–82.

(Of God in each case.)
As when a wretch, from thick, polluted air,
Darkness, and stench, and suffocating damps,
And dungeon-horrors, by kind fate, discharg'd
Climbs some fair eminence, where ether pure
Surrounds him, and Elysian prospects rise,
His heart exults, his spirits cast their load.

Ib. iv (i. 69).
As one who, long in populous city pent,
Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air,
Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe
Among the pleasant villages and farms
Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight. P. L. ix. 445-9; cf. iii. 543-53.

Whence descends Urania, my celestial guest! who deigns Nightly to visit me, so mean.

Ib. v (i. 84).
Descend from Heaven, Urania.

P. L. vii. I.
Of my celestial patroness, who deigns
Her nightly visitation unimplored.

P. L. ix, 21-2.
Smit with the pomp of lofty sentiments.

Ib. vii (i. 155). Smit with the love of sacred song.

P. L. iii. 29. Fall, how profound! like Lucifer's, the fall!...

... hurl'd headlong, hurl'd at once To night! to nothing!

Ib. vii (i. 157). (God) o'er heaven's battlements the felon (Lucifer] hurl'd To groans, and chains, and darkness.

Ib. ix (i. 279).

Him (Satan) the Almighty Power
Hurld headlong flaming from the ethereal sky.
To bottomless perdition; there to dwell
In adamantine chains and penal fire.

P. L. i. 44-8.
Thrown by angry Jove
Sheer o'er the crystal battlements.

P. L. 1. 741-2. And vindicate th' economy of heaven.

Ib. vii (i. 164). And justify the ways of God to men.

P. L. i. 26. Universal blank.

Ib. vii (i. 166). A universal blank.

P. L. iii. 48. 'Midst upper, nether, and surrounding night. Ib. vii (i. 166). 'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding fires.

P. L. i. 346.
Witness, ye flames! th' Assyrian tyrant blew
To sevenfold rage.

Ib. vii (i. 171).
What if the breath that kindled those grim fires,
Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage,
And plunge us in the flames?

P. L. ii. 170-72. A Christian dwells, like Uriel, in the sun.

Ib. vii (i. 178). (Young refers to Milton: cf. P. L. iii. 622–53.) In ambient air.

Ib. viii (i. 186). The ambient air.

P. L. vii. 89. Sudden as the spark From smitten steel; from nitrous grain, the blaze. Ib. ix (i. 231).

As when a spark Lights on a heap of nitrous powder ...

the smutty grain, With sudden blaze diffused, inflames the air.

P. L. iv. 814-18. Sulphurous and nitrous foam They found ... and ... reduced To blackest grain.

P. L. vi. 512-15. (Of gunpowder in each case.)

The foe of God and man...
And rears his brazen front, with thunder scarr'd....
Like meteors in a stormy sky, how roll
His baleful eyes!

Ib. ix (i. 233).
Above them all the Archangel; but his face
Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd.

P. L. i. 600-601. Round he throws his baleful eyes.

P. L. 1. 56. So, Cynthia (poets feign) In shadows veil'd, soft sliding from her sphere. Ib. ix (i. 241).

Peace ... came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere.

Nativity, 46-8. Sweet interchange of rays.

Ib. ix (i. 246). Sweet interchange Of hill and valley.

P. L. ix. 115–16. O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd!

Ib. ix (i. 247). Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light.

P. L. vii. 364-5. (Of stars in each case.)

Night Thoughts, ix (i. 251).

P. L. v. 282–3.

(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
In all the liveries deck'd of summer's pride,
With spots of gold and purple, azure and green.

The breastplate of the true High priest,
Ardent with gems oracular.
Urim and Thummim, those oraculous gems
On Aaron's breast.

P. L. vii. 476-9.

Ib. ix (i. 256).

P. R. iii. 14-15.

Their dance perplex'd exhibits to the sight ...
The circles intricate, and mystic maze.

Ib. ix (i. 259).
Mystical dance, which yonder starry sphere ...
Resembles nearest, mazes intricate.

P. L. v. 620-22.
(Of the stars in each case.)

Ib. ix (i. 259).
P. L. ii. 306.

Ib. ix (i. 259).

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Ib. ix (i. 270).

P. L. ii. 1051-2.

Ib. ix (i. 271).

P. L. 2. 21-2.

Ib. ix (i. 271).

What more than Atlantean shoulder props.
With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear.
What magic ... these pond'rous orbs sustains?
Who would not think them hung in golden chains?
And hangs creation, like a precious gem,
Though little, on the footstool of his throne!
And fast by (heaven), hanging in a golden chain,
This pendent world, in bigness as a star.
Or has th' Almighty Father, with a breath,
Impregnated the womb of distant space?
Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast Abyss,
And madest it pregnant.
Chaos! of nature both the womb, and grave!

This wild Abyss (Chaos),
The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave.
His purple wing bedropp'd with eyes of gold.
Their waved coats dropt with gold.
And waves his purple wings.
By second chaos; and eternal night.
I sung of Chaos and eternal Night.
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.

(Of God in each case.)

P. L. ii. 910-11.

Ib. ix (i. 284).
P. L. vii. 406.
P. L. iv. 764.

Ib. ix (i. 289).
P. L. iii. 18.

Ib. ix (i. 291).
P. L. ii. 948.

Ib. (i. 293).
P. L. iii. 5.

Triumph of Isis, 3-4.

Allegro, 63-5.

Ib. 6.

Comus, 890-1.

Ib. 8.

Elegy on Prince of Wales, 1-2.
King's Birthday, 1786, 27.

Lycidas, 88, 189.
Triumph of Isis, 17.
Comus, 863.

Ib. 21-2.

When chants the milk-maid at her balmy pail,
And weary reapers whistle o'er the vale.
While the ploughman, near at hand,
Whistles o'er the furrow'd lond,
And the milkmaid singelh blithe.
O'er Isis' willow-fringed banks I stray'd.
By the rushy-fringed bank,
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!
And he, sweet master of the Doric oat.
But now my oat proceeds. ...
With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
From her loose hair the dropping dew she press'd.
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
No more thy love-resounding sonnets suit
To notes of pastoral pipe, or oaten flute.
Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute,
Temper'd to the oaten flute.
My Muse divine still keeps her wonted state,
The mien erect, and high majestic gait.
That Albion still shall keep her wonted state.
Come, but keep thy wonted state,
With even step, and musing gait.
To hold short dalliance with the tuneful Nine.
With her, as years successive glide,
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-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipp'd ark.
She rests her weary feet, and plumes her wings.
Her painted wings Imagination plumes.
She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings.

To drop the sweeping pall of scepter'd pride.
To throw the scepter'd pall of state aside.
In sceptred pall come sweeping by.

Flam'd in the van of many a baron bold.

Death of George II, 54. To mark the mouldering halls of barons bold. Reynolds's Window, 13. Whence Hardyknute, a baron bold.

Approach of Summer, 243. Where throngs of knights and barons bold.

Allegro, 119.
(But cf. Gray's Bard, 111, “Girt with many a Baron bold.")
While cunning Bards at ancient banquets sung
Of paynim foes defied, and trophies hung.

Marriage of King, 45-6.
And if aught else great bards beside
In sage and solemn tunes have sung,
Of turneys, and of trophies hung.

Penseroso, 116–18. Entwine thy diadem with honour due.

Ib. 66. The faded tomb, with honour due.

Grave of Arthur, 131.
If I give thee honour due.

Allegro, 37
To tread with nymph-like step the conscious plain. Marriage of King, 70.
If chance with nymph-like step fair virgin pass.

P. L. ix. 452.
Stream through the storied window's holy hue. Birth of Prince of Wales, 50.
With rich reflection of the storied glass.

Vale-Royal Abbey, 16.
And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light.

Penseroso, 159-60.
(In each of these passages a colored glass window in a church is meant.
Warton also speaks of “the storied tapestry,” Grave of Arthur, 15; and
“the stately-storied hall,” Sonnet, Wilton-House, 10. The Epistle from
Hearn, which was probably written by Joseph Warton, has "saints in

storied windows.") When stands th' embattled host in banner'd pride. Birth of Prince of Wales, 54. A banner'd host.

P. L. ii. 885. That led the embattled Seraphim to war.

P. L. i. 129; cf. vi. 16, etc. O’er deep embattled ears of corn.

Approach of Summer, 114. Up stood the corny reed Embattled.

P. L. vii. 321-2.
(Warton also has “th'embattled sedge,” Monody, 3; “embattled clouds,"
Pleasures of Melancholy, 294; "brows, imbattled high," King's Birth-

day 1790, 59.)
The tread majestic, and the beaming eye,
That lifted speaks its commerce with the sky. Reynolds's Window, 57-8.
With even step, and musing gait,
And looks commercing with the skies.

Penseroso, 38–9. There oft thou listen'st to the wild uproar.

Pleasures of Melancholy, 13. Hell scarce holds the wild uproar.

P. L. ii. 541.
To ruin'd seats, to twilight cells and bow'rs,
Where thoughtful Melancholy loves to muse.
That musing Meditation most affects
The pensive secrecy of desert cell.

Comus, 386–7.
Pours her long-levellid rule of streaming light.
With the level-streaming rays.

Approach of Summer, 121. With thy long levell’d rule of streaming light.

Comus, 340.
Then, when the sullen shades of ev'ning close,
Where thro’ the room a blindly-glimm'ring gleam
The dying embers scatter, far remote
From Mirth's mad shouts, that thro' th' illumin'd roof
Resound with festive echo, let me sit,
Blest with the lowly cricket's drowsy dirge.

Pleasures of Melancholy, 74-9.

Ib. 19-20.

Ib. 31.