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A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
The parting genius is with sighing sent ;
In consecrated earth,
190 The Lars, and Lemures moan with midnight In urns, and altars round,
[plaint ; A drear and dying sound
Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Pow'r foregoes his wonted seat.
Peor and Baälim
With that twice-batter'd God of Palestine;
183 weeping] Matthew, ii. 18. “In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation and weeping.' Wurton.
185 poplar pale] Hall's Satires, ed. Sing. p. 93. The palish poplar ;' and 169, “and palish twigs of deadly poplar tree. Virg. Ecl. ix. 39. • Candida populus.'
191 Lars] Lemures, et Larvas, et Empusas.' Miltoni Prolus. p. 80.
197 Peor] See B. Martini Var. Lectiones, p. 131, 132.
He feels from Juda's land.
The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;
Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine: Our babe, to show his Godhead true, [crew. Can in his swaddling bands control the damned
So when the sun in bed,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave; And the yellow-skirted Fayes
[maze. Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-lov'd
231 chin] T. Warton has not remarked the use of this word in old poetry; when it brought with it no associations of familiarity or burlesque. Chapman's Hom. Il. p. 113, Both goddesses let fall their chins.' Odyss. p. 303. 310, Jove shook his sable chin. The Ballad of Gil Morrice, 158, * And kiss'd baith mouth and chin,' 169, “And syne she kiss'd his bluidy cheeke, and syne his bluidy chin. And Percy's Reliqués, iii. 57, 'Our Lady bore up her chinne.'
232 shadows] M. Bowle refers to Mids. Night Dream, act iii. sc. ult.
And yonder shines,' &c.
But see the Virgin blest
Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attendAnd all about the courtly stable
[ing; Bright-harness'd Angels sit in order serviceable.
EREWIIILE of music, and ethereal mirth,
244 harness'd] Exodus, xiii. 18. • The children of Israel went up harnessed out of the land of Egypt.'. Newton. divide] Spens. F. Queen. ij. i. 40.
And aif the while sweet music did divide
Her looser notes with Lydian harmony.' Hor. Od. i. xv. 15.
• Imbelli cithara carmina divides.' Warton.
For now to sorrow must I tune my song,
worse than Which he for us did freely undergo : [SO,
Most perfect Hero, tried in heaviest plight Of labours huge and hard, too hard for human
He sovereign priest stooping his regal head,
Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide, Then lies him meekly down fast by his brethren's
These latest scenes confine my roving verse,
Me softer airs befit, and softer strings
20 Cremona's trump] Vida's Christiad.