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My advent'rous song,

P. L. i. 13-15.

That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above the Aonian mount.

Pavilion'd high he sits

In darkness from excessive splendour born,
By gods unseen, unless thro' lustre lost.
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.
(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.
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.

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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).
P. L. iii. 29.

[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).

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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 sal'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.

Ib. ix (i. 259).

Ib. ix (i. 270).

P. L. ii. 1051-2.

Ib. ix (i. 271).

P. L. i. 21-2.
Ib. ix (i. 271).

P. L. ii. 910-II.

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

(Of God in each case.)

THOMAS WARTON1

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 land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe.

O'er Isis' willow-fringed banks I stray'd.
By the rushy-fringèd 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.

With even step he walk'd, and constant hand.
With even step, and musing gait.

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.

Lycidas, 32-3.

Ib. 75-6 (original form). New Year 1786, 90.

Penseroso, 37-8.

Triumph of Isis, 98.

Approach of Summer, 336-7.
P. L. ix. 443.

Triumph of Isis, 153.
Penseroso, 156.

Ib. 205.
Penseroso, 122.
P. L. ii. 962.
Nativity, 220.

Ib. 240.

Sent to Mr. Upton, 26.
Comus, 378.

Elegy on Prince of Wales, 14.
Marriage of King, 72.
Penseroso, 98.

Elegy on Prince of Wales, 21.
Penseroso, 38.

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.
Whence Hardyknute, a baron bold.

Where throngs of knights and barons bold.

Death of George II, 54.
Reynolds's Window, 13.

Approach of Summer, 243.
Allegro, 119.

(But cf. Gray's Bard, 111, "Girt with many a Baron bold.")

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(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.

A banner'd host.

That led the embattled Seraphim to war.

O'er deep embattled ears of corn.

Up stood the corny reed Embattled.

Birth of Prince of Wales, 54-
P. L. ii. 885.

P. L. i. 129; cf. vi. 16, etc.

Approach of Summer, 114.
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.
With even step, and musing gait,
And looks commercing with the skies.

There oft thou listen'st to the wild uproar.
Hell scarce holds the wild uproar.

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.

Pours her long-levell'd rule of streaming light.
With the level-streaming rays.

With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.

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.

Reynolds's Window, 57-8.

Penseroso, 38-9.

Pleasures of Melancholy, 13.
P. L. ii. 541.

Ib. 19-20.

Comus, 386-7.

Ib. 31.

Approach of Summer, 121.
Comus, 340.

Pleasures of Melancholy, 74-9.

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