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Toil, small as pigmies in the gulf profound.

Evening Walk, 163.
The cataract had borne him down
Into the gulf profound.

Idle Shepherd-Boys, 69–70. Bishops and Priests, think what a gulf profound. Eccl. Sonnets, III. xvi. 12. A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog.

P. L. ii. 592.
The swan uplifts his chest, and backward flings
His neck, a varying arch, between his towering wings. . .
Close by her mantling wings' embraces prest.

Evening Walk, 218-31.
Fair is the Swan, whose majesty, prevailing..
Behold! the mantling spirit of reserve
Fashions his neck into a goodly curve;
An arch thrown back between luxuriant wings. Dion (original form), 1–7.

The swan, with arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly.

P. L. vii. 438–9; cf. c. 279.
(Wordsworth also speaks of the “mantling" celandine, To the Small
Celandine, ad poem, 24; “mantling triumphs,” Sonnet, “Grief, thou hast
lost,” 14; and “mantling ale,” Duddon, xiii. 12.)

Hear at morn
The hound, the horse's tread, and mellow horn. Evening Walk, 244-5.
Oft listening how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumbering Morn.

Allegro, 53-4.
Ah me! all light is mute amid the gloom,
The interlunar cavern of the tomb.

Ib. (1793 ed.), 267-8.
“As the moon Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.” Prelude, vii. 283-4.
The Sun to me is dark
And silent as the Moon,
When she deserts the night,
Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Samson, 86-9.
The "parting Genius” sighs with hollow breath. Desc. Sketches, 71.
The parling Genius is with sighing sent.

Nativity, 186.
Bosomed deep in chestnut groves.

Ib. 78.
Bosom'd high in lufted trees.

Allegro, 78.
(Wordsworth uses “bosomed” three times more, twice in the sense of
hidden by trees. “Embosom," "embosoming,” and “embosomed” he

uses nine times; cf. P. L. iii. 75, v. 597.)
And neighbouring moon, that coasts the vast profound,
Wheel pale and silent her diminish'd round.

Ib. (1793 ed.), 382-3.
While overhead the moon ...
Wheels her pale course.

P. L. 1. 784-6.
A gulf profound.
Round through the vast profundity obscure.

P. L. vii. 229.
Tinged like an angel's smile all rosy red.

Desc. Sketches, 475.
Unveiling timidly a cheek
Suffused with blushes of celestial hue.

Eccl. Sonnets, II. xxii. 5-6.
To whom the Angel, with a smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

P. L. viii. 618-19. 1 These parallels are nearly all taken from a collection of material regarding Wordsworth's debt to Milton, undertaken at Cornell University by Mrs. Alice M. Dunbar of Wilmington, Delaware, under the direction of Mr. Lane Cooper, who called my attention to the work. They are published here for the first time by the very kind consent of Mrs. Dunbar, whose list contains many more.

P. L. ii. 592.

Dim religious groves embow'r.

Desc. Sketches (1793 ed.), 124. Casting a dim religious light.

Penseroso, 160.
Etrurian shades High over-arch'd embower.

P. L. i. 3034.
(Wordsworth also has ten cases of “embowering" and "embowered,"

usually of trees.)
His larum-bell from village-tow'r to tow'r
Swing on th'astounded ear it's dull undying roar. Ib. (1793 ed.), 778-9.
The solemn curfew swinging long and deep.

Evening Walk (1793 ed.), 318.
I hear the far-off curfew sound...
Swinging slow with sullen roar.

Penseroso, 74-6.
Through his brain
At once the griding iron passage found.

Guilt and Sorrow, 492–3.
The griding sword with discontinuous wound
Pass'd through him.

P. L. vi. 329-30.
When I behold the ruins of that face,
Those eyeballs dark dark beyond hope of light. Borderers, i. 135-6.
Nor appear'd Less than Archangel ruin'd....

... Darken'd so, yet shone Above them all the Archangel; but his face.

P. L. i. 592-600.
Oh dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day!

Samson, 80-82.
But, oh the heavy change!

Simon Lee, 25. And, the change!

Mother's Return, 53. And partner of my loss. — heavy change!

Excursion, iii. 669. But, О the heavy change, now thou art gone!

Lycidas, 37 Suffer my genial spirits to decay.

Tintern Abbey, 113.
So much I feel my genial spirits droop.

Samson, 594.
Could Father Adam open his eyes
And see this sight beneath the skies,
He'd wish to close them again.

Redbreast chasing the Butterfly, 12-14.
(A reference, as Wordsworth pointed out, to P. L. xi. 185-90.)
a thing “beneath our shoon.” To the Small Celandine (2), 49-50.

The dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouled shoon.

Comus, 634-5.

(Of a flower in each case.) The beetle panoplied in gems and gold, A mailèd angel on a battle-day.

Stanzas in “Castle of Indolence," 60-61. Up rose the victor Angels, and to arms The matin trumpet sung; in arms they stood Of golden panoply, refulgent host. ... He, in celestial panoply all arm'd Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought.

P. L. vi. 525–7, 700-1.
Gems and gold.

P. L. ii. 271, vi. 475.
(Wordsworth also has “whose panoply is not a thing put on”_"Who
rises on the banks," 17; and "your scaly panoplies" —“The soaring

lark,” 23.) To overleap At will the crystal battlements ... O'er Limbo lake with aëry flight to steer, And on the verge of Chaos hang in fear. Departure from Grasmere, 5-12.

Thou art ...

P. L. 2. 742.


The “trumpery” that ascends in bare display-
Bulls, pardons, relics, cowls black, white, and grey -
Upwhirled, and flying o'er the ethereal plain
Fast bound for Limbo Lake.

Eccl. Sonnets, II. xxviii. 6-9.
At one slight bound high overleap'd all bound
Of hill or highest wall.

P. L. iv. 181-2.
Sheer o'er the crystal batllements.
Steers his flight.

P. L. 1. 225.
Spread his acry flight.

P. L. ii. 407
Into this wild Abyss (Chaos) the wary Fiend
Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while,
Pondering his voyage.

P. L. ii. 917-19.
Eremites and friars
White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery. ..
Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers, tost
And flutter'd into rags; then reliques, beads,
Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls,
The sporl of winds: all these, upwhirld aloft ...
Into a limbo large and broad.

P. L. iii. 474-5, 490-5.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!

Ode to Duty, 1.
God so commanded, and left that command
Sole daughter of his voice.

P. L. ix. 652–3.
A watchful heart Still couchant.

“When, to the attractions,” 81–2. Changes oft His couchant watch.

P. L. iv. 405-6.
(Wordsworth also speaks of a "couchant" lion, fawn, doe: To Enterprise,

35; “Long has the dew,” 5; White Doe, i. 203.) Alas! what boots it? — who can hide?

The Waggoner, 702. Alas! what boots the long laborious quest?

Tyrolese Sonnets, iv. 1. “What boots,” continued she, "to mourn?”

Egyptian Maid, 97. What boots the sculptured tomb?

Excursion, vi. 615. * Alas! what boots it with uncessant care?

Lycidas, 64. The gift of this adventurous song.

The Waggoner, 784. Invoke thy aid to my advenťrous song.

P. L. i. 13. The earth is all before me.

Prelude, i. 14.
The world was all before them.

P. L. xii. 646.
Immortal verse
Thoughtfully fitted to the Orphean lyre.

Raptures of the lyre;
And wisdom married to immortal verse.

Excursion, vii. 535-6.
Whose waves the Orphean lyre forbad to meet. Source of the Danube, 9.
Where is the Orphean lyre, or Druid harp,
To accompany the verse?

To the Clouds, 60-61.
With other notes than to the Orphean lyre I sung. P. L. iii. 17-18.
Soft Lydian airs Married to immorlal verse.

Allegro, 136-7.
With crosses and with cyphers scribbled o'er.

Prelude, i. 511.
With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er.

P. L. viii. 83.
Hence life, and change, and beauty, solitude
More active even than "best society.”
Solitude to her Is blithe society.

Characteristics of a Child, 12-13. For solitude sometimes is best society.

P. L. ix. 249. Her pealing organ was my neighbour too.

Prelude, iii. 57. There let the pealing organ blow.

Penseroso, 161.

Ib. i. 232–3.

Ib. ii. 294-5.

Ib. iv. 331.

Ib. vi. 174.

This is, in truth, heroic argument.

Prelude, iii. 184. Argument Not less but more heroic.

P. L. ix. 13-14; cf. 28–9.
Stood almost single ...
Darkness before, and danger's voice behind.

Ib. iii. 287-8.
In darkness, and with dangers compass'd round,
And solitude.

P. L. vii. 27-8.

(Of Milton in each case.) Grain-tinctured, drenched in empyrean light.

Ib. iv. 328.
Sky-tinctured grain.

P. L. 1. 285.
Dews, vapours, and the melody of birds.
Walks, and the melody of birds.

P. L. viii. 528.
Whether by native prose, or numerous verse.

Ib. v. 200. In prose or numerous verse.

P. L. v. 150. Her brood, Though fledged and feathered.

Ib. v. 246—7.
Their brood ...feather'd soon and fledge.

P. L. vii. 418-20.
(Оf young fowl in each case.)
These mighty workmen of our later age,
Who, with a broad highway, have overbridged
The froward chaos of futurity.

Ib. v. 347-9.
(A reference to P. L. X. 249–320.)
A pensive sky, sad days, and piping winds.
While rocking winds ore piping loud.

Penseroso, 126.
That seemed another morn Risen on mid noon.

Ib. vi. 197-8.
Seems another morn Risen on mid-noon.

P. L. v. 310-11.
The mountains more by blackness visible
And their own size, than any outward light.

Ib. vi. 714-15.
No light, but rather darkness visible.

P. L. i. 63. Lead his voice through many a maze.

Ib. vii. 555.
The melting voice through mazes running.

Allegro, 142.
Tract more exquisitely fair
Than that famed paradise of ten thousand trees,
Or Gehol's matchless gardens.

Ib. viii. 75–7.
Spot more delicious than those gardens feign'd
Or of revived Adonis, or renown'd
Alcinous, host of old Laertes' son.

P. L. ix. 439-41.
And boon nature's lavish help.

Ib. viii. 81. Of mountain-quiet and boon nature's grace.

Eccl. Sonnets, I. i. 4.

But Nature boon
Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain.

P. L. iv. 242-3.
The curious traveller ... sees, or thinks he sees. Prelude, viii. 560-65.
Some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees.

P. L. i. 783-4.
(Of the supernatural in each case.)

Such opposition as aroused
The mind of Adam, yet in Paradise
Though fallen from bliss, when in the East he saw
Darkness ere day's mid course, and morning light
More orient in the western cloud, that drew
O’er the blue firmament a radiant white,
Descending slow with something heavenly fraught. Ib. viii. 658–64.

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Why in the east
Darkness ere day's mid-course, and morning-light
More orient in yon western cloud, that draws
O'er the blue firmament a radiant white,
And slow descends, with something heavenly fraught?

P. L. xi. 203-7.
And oft amid the "busy hum” I seemed.

Ib. viii. 680.
And the busy hum of men.

Allegro, 118.
Or crown of burning seraphs as they sit
In the empyrean.

Ib. X. 522–3.
From the pure Empyrean when he (God) sits.

P. L. iii. 57
(Wordsworth also uses “empyrean” twice as an adjective; Milton has

it five times as a noun and once as an adjective.) And thou, O flowery field Of Enna!

Ib. xi. 419-20.
Not that fair field
Of Enna, where Proserpin gathering flowers.

P. L. iv. 268-9.
Not like a temple rich with pomp and gold.

Ib. xiii. 229. With gay religions full of pomp and gold.

P. L. 2. 372. That broods Over the dark abyss.

Ib, xiv. 71-2.
Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast Abyss.

P. L. 1.21.
Hence endless occupation for the Soul,
Whether discursive or intuitive.

Ib. xiv. 119-20.
Whence the soul
Reason receives, and reason is her being,
Discursive, or intuitive.

P. L. v. 486–8.
And substitute a universe of death
For that which moves with light and life informed. Ib. xiv, 160-61.
A universe of death.

P. L. ii. 622.
All alike inform’d With radiant light.

P. L. iii. 593-4.
And sought that beauty, which, as Milton sings,
Hath terror in it.

Ib. xiv, 245-6.
Not terrible, though terror be in love
And beauty.

P. L. ix. 490-1.
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.

Sonnet, “Methought I saw," 1. Methought I saw my late espoused saint.

Sonnet, Methought I saw," 1. (But cf. Ralegh's sonnet on the Faerie Queene.) His genius shook the buskined stage.

Seat in Coleorton, 16. Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.

Penseroso, 102. Her duty is to stand and wait.

White Doe, iv. 132. They also serve who only stand and wait.

Sonnet on his Blindness, 14.
But ere the Moon had sunk to rest
In her pale chambers of the west.

Ib. iv. 223-4.
Pacing toward the other goal
Of his (the sun's) chamber in the east.

Comus, 100-101.
With woollen cincture.

Ib. vii. 57.
With feather'd cincture.

P. L. ix. 1117.
(Of clothing in each case. Wordsworth also has "encincture": Source
of Danube, 8; Excursion, v. 159; Eccl. Sonnets, III. xli. 9.)


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