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Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom,
Far from all resort of mirth,
Save the cricket on the hearth.

Penseroso, 79-82.
That like the dazzling spells
Of wily Comus cheat th' unweeting eye
With blear illusion, and persuade to drink
That charmed cup, which Reason's mintage fair
Unmoulds, and stamps the monster on the man.

Ib. 85-9.
Thus I hurl
My dazzling spells into the spongy air,
Of power to cheat the eye with blear illusion. ...
By sly enticement gives his baneful cup,
With many murmurs mix'd, whose pleasing poison
The visage quite transforms of him that drinks,
And the inglorious likeness of a beast
Fixes instead, unmoulding reason's mintage.

Comus, 153-5, 525-9. The blest regent of the golden day.

Ib. 108. Regent of day.

P. L. vii. 371.

(Of the sun in each case.) Yet not ungrateful is the morn's approach, When dropping wet she comes,

and clad in clouds.

Ib. 135-6.
Till civil-suited Morn appear,
Not trick'd and frounced, as she was wont ...
But kerchieft in a comely cloud ...
Or usher'd with a shower still.

Penseroso, 122–7.
Rings not the high wood with enliven'd shouts
Of early hunter.

Ib. 150-51.
Oft listening how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumbering Morn..
Through the high wood echoing shrill.

Allegro, 53-6.
By frolic Zephyr's hand.
The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr. Allegro, 18-19.
The taper'd choir, at the late hour of pray'r,
Oft let me tread, while to th' according voice
The many-sounding organ peals on high,
The clear slow-dittied chaunt, or varied hymn,
Till all my soul is bath'd in ecstasies,
And lapp'd in Paradise.

Ib. 196–201.
There let the pealing organ blow
To the full-voiced choir below,
In service high and anthems clear,
As may with sweetness, through mine ear,
Dissolve me into ecstasies,
And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.

Penseroso, 161-6.
The due clock swinging slow with sweepy sway.
But when the curfeu's measur'd roar
Duly, the darkening valleys o'er,
Has echoed from the distant town.

The Hamlet, 27-9. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore Swinging slow with sullen roar.

Penseroso, 73-6.

Ib. 190.

Ib. 209.

Ib. 291.

Ib. 297.


Here palmy groves ... here vine-clad hills
Lay forth their purple store.

Pleasures of Melancholy, 248-52.
Or palmy hillock; or the flowery lap
Of some irriguous valley spread her store. ...
Lays forth her purple grape.

P. L. iv. 254-9.
Tho' thro' the blissful scenes Ilissus roll
His sage-inspiring flood.

Ib. 255-6.
There Ilissus rolls
His whispering stream. Within the walls then view
The schools of ancient sages.

P. R. iv. 249-51.
(Of Athens in each case.)
But never let Euphrosyne beguile
With toys of wanton mirth my fixed mind.

Ib. 285-6.
In Heaven yclep'd Euphrosyne.

Allegro, 12.
How little you bested,
Or fill the fixed mind with all your loys!

Penseroso, 3-4.
And Bacchus, ivy-crown'd.
To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore.

Allegro, 16.
Yet are these joys that Melancholy gives.
These pleasures, Melancholy, give.

Penseroso, 175.
Of parting wings bedropt with gold.

Inscription in a Hermitage, 32. Their waved coats dropt with gold.

P. L. vii. 406.
(But cf. Pope's Windsor Forest, 144, “The yellow carp, in scales be-

dropped with gold.")
To take my staff, and amice gray.

Ib. 38.
Came forth with pilgrim steps, in amice gray.

P. R. iv. 427.
Death stands prepar'd, but still delays, to strike. To Sleep, 16.
And over them triumphant Death his dari
Shook, but delay'd to strike.

P. L. xi. 491-2.
From the trim garden's thymy mound.

The Hamlet, 45 (original reading). That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.

Penseroso, 50. Massy proof. Vale-Royal Abbey, 64 (of a column); New Year 1786,60 (of a bastion);

New Year 1788, 1 (of a castle).
With antic pillars massy proof.

Penseroso, 158.
(Warton also has “massy piles," Triumph of Isis, 151; “massy state,"
Birth of Prince of Wales, 28; “massy pride,” Reynolds's Window, 19;
"massy cups" and "massy blade," Grave of Arthur, 11, 173; massy

pomp,”King's Birthday 1788, 51; “massy maze," Sonnet, Stonehenge, 7.) Yet partial as she sings.

Vale-Royal Abbey, 77.
Their song was partial.

P. L. ii. 552.
Then was loneliness to me
Best and true society.

Solitude at an Inn, 5-6.
For solitude sometimes is best society.

P. L. ix. 249.
Saw Cupid's stately maske come sweeping by. Sent to Mr. Upton, 20.
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy
In sceptred pall come sweeping by.

Penseroso, 97-8.
Lost in some melancholy fit.

Sent to a Friend, 26. Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy.

Comus, 546.

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Ib. 34.

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Where high o'er-arching trees embower.
Above th' embowering shade.

Monody, 10.
Where the Etrurian shades
High over-arch'd embower.

P. L. i. 303-4; cf. ix. 1038, Comus, 62.
(Warton also has “in embow'ring woods” and “cave embower'd with
mournful yew,” Pleasures of Melancholy, 175, 281; "embowering elms,”
Inscription in a Hermitage, 4; "the hanging oak... Waves his imbower-
ing head," Horace, III. xiii. 18-20; "the curling woodbine's shade im-
bow'rs,” The Hamlet, 44; "with myrtle bower'd and jessamine" and

"from bowering beech,” Approach of Summer, 52, 169.) In every rural sight or sound.

Sent to a Friend, 44.
Each rural sight, each rural sound.

P. L. ix. 451.
From the deep dell, where shaggy roots
Fringe the rough brink with wreathed shoots,
Th’unwilling Genius flies forlorn,
His primrose chaplet rudely torn.
With hollow shriek the Nymphs forsake
The pathless copse and hedge-row brake.

Ib. 53-8.
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving....
From haunted spring, and dale
Edged with poplar pale,
The parting Genius is with sighing sent;
With flower-inwoven tresses torn
The Nymphs in tuilight shade of langled thickets mourn. Nativity, 178–88.
The violet's unprinted head.

Ib. 68.
Thus I set my printless feet
Oʻer the cowslip's velvet head.

Comus, 897-8.
Fair forms, in every wondrous wood,
Or lightly tripp'd, or solemn stood.

Ib. 81-2.
Under the trees now tripp'd, now solemn stood,
Nymphs of Diana's train, and Naiades.

P. R. ii. 354-5.
While gleaming o'er the crisped bowers.

Ib. 85. Along the crisped shades and bowers.

Comus, 984. The pine cerulean, never sere.

First of April, 66.
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere.

Lycidas, 2.
A thousand tumbling rills inlay
With silver veins the vale, or pass
Redundant through the sparkling grass.
From a thousand petty rills,
That tumble down the snowy hills.

Comus, 926–7.
Isles ... inlay ... the deep.

Comus, 21-3.
Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass
Floated redundant. (Of a serpent.)

P. L. ix. 502-3.
Dim-figur'd on whose robe are shown.

Approach of Summer, 17.
His mantle hairy and his bonnet sedge,
Inwrought with figures dim.

Lycidas, 104-5.
Thee April blithe, as long of yore.
Thee bright-hair'd Vesta long of yore.

Penseroso, 23.
With muskie nectar-trickling wing.
And west winds with musky wing.

Comus, 989.

Ib. 92–4.

Ib. 31.

Ib. 33.

Ib. 59

Ib. 99.

Where a tall citron's shade imbrown'd
The soft lap of the fragrant ground.

Approach of Summer, 43-4.
Where the un pierced shade
Imbrown'd the noon-tide bowers.

P. L. iv. 245-6.
You bloom'd a goddess debonnair.

Ib. 48.
Thou Goddess ... So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Allegro, II, 24.
Haste thee, nymph! and hand in hand,
With thee lead.

Ib. 57-8.
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee.

Allegro, 25.
Bring fantastic-footed Joy.
On the light fantastic toe.

Allegro, 34.
His wattled cotes the shepherd plants.
The folded flocks, penn'd in their wattled cotes.

Comus, 344
Nor mastiff's bark from bosom'd cot.

Ib. 112. Bosom'd high in tufted trees.

Allegro, 78. (In each case, of a dwelling half hidden by trees.) The ruby chambers of the West.

Ib. 118. His chamber in the east.

Comus, 101. (In connection with the sun in each case.) Bathes my blithe heart in ecstasies.

Ib. 126. Dissolve me into ecstasies.

Penseroso, 165.
Till Melancholy has her fill.

Ib. 136.
Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy ...
Till fancy had her fill.

Comus, 546–8.
(Оf an evening reverie in the woods in each case.)
But when the Sun, at noon-tide hour,
Sits throned in his highest tow'r.

Ib. 139-40.
Sometimes towards Heaven and the full-blazing sun,
Which now sat high in his meridian tower.

P. L. iv. 29-30.
To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
To the tann'd haycock in the mead.

Allegro, 20.
From bowering beech the mower blithe
With new-born vigour grasps the scythe.

Ib. 169-70.
And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
And the mower whets his sithe.

Allegro, 05-6.
But ever against restless heat.
And ever, against eating cares.

Allegro, 135.
Hangs nodding from the low-brow'd rock.

Ib. 176.
Under ebon shades and low-brow'd rocks.

Allegro, 8.
(But cf. Pope's Eloisa to Abelard, 244, “Low-browed rocks hang nodding

Ib. 142.

Ib. 173.

o'er the deeps.")
A rustic, wild, grotesque alcove,
Its side with mantling woodbines wove;
Cool as the cave where Clio dwells.

Ib. 181-3.
Whose hairy sides
With thicket over grown, grotesque and wild. ...


Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine.
A bank ... interwove With ... honeysuckle.

P. L. iv. 135-6, 257-8.
Comus, 543-5.

Ib. 253.

Ib. 257.

Ib. 274.

On that hoar hill's aerial height.

Ib. 238.
From the side of some hoar hill.

Allegro, 55.
What open force, or secret guile.
Whether of open war or coverl guile.

P. L. ii. 41.
Let not my due feet fail to climb.
Let my due fect never fail To walk.

Penseroso, 155-6.
O beauteous, rural interchange!
The simple spire, and elmy grange!

Ib. 267-8.
Sweet interchange
Of hill and valley, rivers, woods, and plains.

P. L. ix. 115-16.
Canst bid me carol wood-notes wild.
Warble his native wood-notes wild.

Allegro, 134.
With thee conversing, all the day.

Ib. 283. With thee conversing I forget all time.

P. L. iv. 639. I meditate my lightsome lay.

Ib. 284. To meditate my rural minstrelsy.

Comus, 547 And strictly meditate the thankless Muse.

Lycidas, 66. In valleys, where mild whispers use.

Ib. 287. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use.

Lycidas, 136. For ever held in holy trance.

Ib. 338. There held in holy passion still.

Penseroso, 41. Thy brazen drums hoarse discord bray.

The Crusade, 24.
Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord.

P. L. vi. 209-10.
And, rolling in terrific state,
On giant-wheels harsh thunders grate.
And on their hinges, grate Harsh thunder.

P. L. ii. 881-2.
Never yet in rime enrollid,
Nor sung nor harp'd in hall or bower.

Grave of Arthur, 96—7.
What never yet was heard in tale of song,
From old of modern bard, in hall or bower.

Comus, 44-5.
A minstrel, sprung of Cornish line,
Who spoke of kings from old Locrine.

Ib. 99-100.
Virgin, daughter of Locrine,
Sprung of old Anchises' line.

Comus, 922–3.
The stoled fathers met the bier.
The sable-stolèd sorcerers bear his worshipp'd ark. Nativity, 220.
He scorns awhile his bold emprise.

Ib. 164.
I love thy courage yet, and bold emprise.

Comus, 610. Giants of mighty bone and bold emprise.

P. L. xi. 642. (But cf. Faerie Queene, II. iii. 35, “Renowmd through many bold emprize.") In vain to build the lofty rhyme.

Ode for Music, 136. Could build the genuine rime.

The Suicide, 39.
And build the lofty Thyme.

Lycidas, II.
Hence he told
The banquet of Cambuscan bold.

King's Birthday 1787, 9-10.
Left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold.

Penseroso, 109-10.

Ib. 71-2.

Ib. 120.

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