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To find this but a dream! Thus Eve her night
Best image of myself and dearer half,
lesser faculties that serve
93 night) for the “ dreams of night.” v. S. Ital. iii. 216.
Promissa evolvit somni, noctemque retractat.' Hume. 117 god] God here siguifies 'angel.' See ver. 59 and 70.
No spot or blame behind; which gives me hope
open now their choicest bosom’d smells, Reserv'd from night, and kept for thee in store.
So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was cheerd; But silently a gentle tear let fall From either eye, and wip'd them with her hair: Two other precious drops that ready stood, Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell Kiss'd as the gracious signs of sweet remorse, And pious awe that fear'd to have offended.
So all was clear'd, and to the field they haste. But first, from under shady arborous roof Soon as they forth were come to open sight Of dayspring and the sun, who, scarce uprisen With wheels yet hov'ring o'er the ocean brim, 140 Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began
127 bosom'd] · Bosom.' Bentl. MS. 137 roof) In Milton's own edition, a comma stands after roof,' which Tickell, Fenton, Bentley followed. Pearce properly corrected it.
Their orisons, each morning duly paid
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
150 numerous] 'To enter David's numerous fane.'
Sandys's Psalms : Ded. 166 Fairest] Hom. Il. xxii. 318. and Ov. Met. ii. 114.
Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou clim’st, And when high noon hast gain'd; and when thou
fall'st. Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly’st, With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies, And
ye five other wand'ring fires that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call’d up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise, Whether to deck with clouds the uncolour'd sky, Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, 190 Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye winds that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
177 five] “Verum etiam quinque stellas, quæ vulgo vage nuncupantur.'
V. Apul. de Deo Socratis, ed. Delph. vol. ii. p. 666. 181 quaternion) Heywood's Hier. p. 193.
• What ternions and classes be
Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow,
So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts
198 heaven-gate) So in Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 3.
Hark! hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings.' Newton. 200 Ye that] How could the fish witness ? Bentl. MS.
206 give] Not unlike the Prayer of Clytæmnestra in Soph. Elect. 646. A. Dyce.
217 marriageable] See Apulei Apolog. p. 540. ed. Delph.