Me softer airs befit, and softer strings Of lute, or viol still, more apt for mournful things. V. Befriend me, Night, best patroness of grief; 80 That heaven and earth are colour'd with my woe; My sorrows are too dark for day to know: The leaves should all be black whereon I write ; 34 And letters, where my tears have wash'd a wannish white. VI. See, see the chariot, and those rushing wheels, In pensive trance, and anguish, and ecstatick fit. VII. Mine eye hath found that sad sepulchral rock My plaining verse as lively as before; For sure so well instructed are my tears, VIII. Or should I thence, hurried on viewless wing, 40 45 50 Might think the infection of my sorrows loud 55 This subject the author finding to be above the years he had when he wrote it, and nothing satisfied with what was begun, left it unfinished. 28. Of lute, or viol: That is, gentle; not noisy or loud like the trumpet. 34. The leares, &c. Conceits were not confined to words only. Mr. Stevens has a volume of Elegies, in which the paper is black and the letters white: that is, in all the title-pages. Every intermediate leaf is also black. What a sudden change, from this childish idea to the noble apostrophe, the sublime rapture and imagi uation of the next stanza.-T. WARTON. 43. That sad sepulchral rock: That is, the Holy Sepulchre at Jerusalem. 51. Take up a weeping. Jer. ix. 10. 52. The gentle neighbourhood. A sweetly beautiful couplet, which, with the two preceding lines, opened the stanza so well, that I particularly grieve to find it terminate feebly in a most miserably dis gusting concetto.-DUNSTER. ODES. UPON THE CIRCUMCISION.* YE flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, He, who with all Heaven's heraldry whilere Sore doth begin His infancy to seize ! O more exceeding love, or law more just? Were lost in death, till he that dwelt above And that great covenant which we still transgress And the full wrath beside Of vengeful justice bore for our excess; And seals obedience first, with wounding smart, This day; but, O! ere long, Huge pangs and strong Will pierce more near his heart. ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT, DYING OF A COUGH.† I. O FAIREST flower, no sooner blown but blasted. The "Circumcision" is better than the "Passion," and has two or three Miltonic nes.-BRYDGES. The Elegy on the Death of a Fair Infant" is praised by Warton, and we'l characterized in his last note upon it; but it has more of research and laboured fancy than of feeling, and is not a general favourite.-BRYDGES. It was written at the age of seventeen. 20. Emptied his glory. An expression | r putation,"-but, as it is in the original, taken from Phil. ii. 7, but not as in our (EAVTOV EKEYWσe,) "He emptied himself." translation,-"He made himself of no-NEWTON. Summer's chief honour, if thou hadst out-lasted That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss, II. For since grim Aquilo, his charioteer, 10 By boisterous rape the Athenian damsel got, III. So, mounting up in icy-pearled car, Through middle empire of the freezing air 15 There ended was his quest, there ceased his care. 20 But, all unwares, with his cold-kind embrace. IV. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; 25 Young Hyacinth, born on Eurotas' strand, Young Hyacinth, the pride of Spartan land; Alack, that so to change thee Winter had no power! V. Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead, Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb, Hid from the world in a low-delved tomb. 8. Aquilo, or Boreas, the North wind, | enamoured of Orithyin, the daughter of Erechtheus, King of Athens. 12. Infamous, the common accent in old English poetry. 23. For so Apollo, &c. From these lines one would suspect, although it does not immediately follow, that a boy was the subject of the Ode; but in the last stanza the poet says expressly, Then thou, the mother of so sweet a child, Yet, in the eighth stanza, the person la mented is alternately supposed to have been sent down to earth in the shape of two divinities, one of whom is styled a "just maid," and the other a "sweet smiling youth." But the child was cer tainly a niece, a daughter of Milton's sister Philips. 40. Were, instead of are, for rhyme.47. Earth's sons, the giants.-50. Maid, Justice.-54. Youth, Mercy. 67. To turn swift-rushing, &c. Among VI. Resolve me then, O soul most surely blest, O, say me true, if thou wert mortal wight, VII. Wert thou some star, which from the ruin'd roof Of sheeny Heaven, and thou, some goddess fled, VIII Or wert thou that just Maid, who once before Or that crown'd matron sage, white-robed Truth? Let down in cloudy throne to do the world some good? IX. Or wert thou of the golden-winged host, And after short abode fly back with speed, 60 As if to show what creatures heaven doth breed; To scorn the sordid world, and unto heaven aspire? X. But, O! why didst thou not stay here below the blessings which the Heaven-loved innocence of this child might have imparted, by remaining upon earth, the application to present circumstances, the supposition that she might have averted the pesti lence now raging in the kingdom, is happily and beautifully conceived. On the whole, from a boy of seventeen, this Ode is an extraordinary effort of fancy, ex 65 pression, and versification; even in the conceits, which are many, we perceive strong and peculiar marks of genius. I think Milton has here given a very re markable specimen of his ability to suc ceed in the Spenserian stanza. He moves with great ease and address amidst the embarrassment of a frequent return of rhyme.-T. WARTON. To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart? But thou canst best perform that office where thou art. XI. 70 Then thou, the mother of so sweet a child, ON TIME.* FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain! For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd, Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss 75 With an individual kiss; About the supreme throne With Truth, and Peace, and Love, shall ever shine Of him, to whose happy-making sight alone When once our heavenly-guided soul shall climb: Then, all this earthy grossness quit, Attired with stars, we shall for ever sit, Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time. AT A SOLEMN MUSICK.† BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy; 15 20 * In Milton's manuscript, written with his own hand, the title is,-"On Time. To be set on a clock-case." The "Ode at a Solemn Musick" is a short prelude to the strain of genius which produced "Paradise Lost." Warton says, that perhaps there are no finer lines in Miiton than one long passage which he cites, (17-24.) I must say that this is going a little too far. That they are very fine I admit; but the sublime philosophy, to which he alludes as their prototype, must not be put in comparison with the foun tains of "Paradise Lost." So far they are exceedingly curious, that they show how early the poet had constructed in his own mind the language of his divine imagery, and how rich and vigorous his style was, almost in his boyhood.—BRYDGES. 12. Individual: Eternal, inseparable. 14. Sincerely: Purely, perfectly. |