proves that he came short only from the absolute impracticability of any attempt to symbolize eternal realities by temporal things. The close of the conflict, by the interposition of the Messiah, is, beyond comparison, great as the record of what might have been, in such a case:"So spake the Son, and into terror changed his countenance, too severe to be beheld," to the end of Raphael's narrative. The whole power of the poet's mind, and the whole strength of the English language, are here summoned to describe the one act of the conquerer, routing, expelling and pursuing the enemy, till, from the precipice into the infernal gulf, k headlong themselves they threw, Down from the verge of heaven; eternal wrath PARADISE LOST, Book VI. Much criticism has been expended to prove that the allegorical parts of this poem are faults which no law of epic poetry can absolve. But not one of the censors has ventured to demand that execution should be done upon "Sin and Death," "Chaos and ancient Night,” nor even the phantasms that people "the Limbo of Vanity." Offences if these be, what poet would not wish to have committed them; or would not go and do likewise, if he could, at his peril? The burthen of Paradise Regained is our Saviour's temptation by the devil in the wilderness. This production has been unworthily disparaged; a sober judgment will, probably, pronounce it inferior to its predecessor only in proportion as the action, passion, and moral of the subject are necessarily inferior. Our Lord's obedience, in that hour and power of darkness, was but one step in his suffering life, and towards his atoning death, by which, at his glorious resurrection and ascension, "he opened the kingdom of heaven to all believers." The following extracts from this neglected poem will sufficiently show that, where the theme admitted of noble expressions, there was no falling-off of genius in the author to give utterance to such. The tempter plays his part, with consummate address, under the various disguises which he assumes. Through all of these, however, Jesus discerns him, and defeats his devices; confuting his arguments, and confounding his sophistries, though both are set forth with all the splendour of eloquence, and the subtlety of perverted logic; while the Redeemer's replies are in the plainest language that human invention could put into the mouth of Him, of whom it was said, “never man spake like this man." The narrative and descriptive portions of the work are of the richest materials and the rarest workmanship. When Satan, from "the specular mount," is showing to our Saviour all the kingdoms of earth and their glory, the discovery of the Parthian armies in motion affords a magnificient spectacle :— "now the Parthian king In Ctesiphon, hath gather'd all his host He marches now in haste; see, though from far, His thousands, in what martial equipage They issue forth, steel bows and shafts their arms, Of equal dread in flight or in pursuit; All horsemen, in which fight they most excel; In rhombs, and wedges, and half-moons, and wings.' He look'd, and saw what numbers numberless In coats of mail and military pride; In mail their horses clad, yet fleet and strong, How quick they wheel'd, and, flying, behind them shot Our mighty poet here marshals the words of the English language like disciplined troops, and makes them move, advance, shift, and perform all the feats and monœuvres which, in this marvellous paragraph, he represents the Parthian armies as performing. So perfectly do the sounds, the turns, and the pauses of the verse, though addressed to the ear, convey to the eye the images which they are intended to depict. The greater part of Book IV. is equal to anything corresponding with the subjects in the former poem. The vision of Athens excels in beauty and splendour all that her own poets, historians, and orators have said in her praise. But another scene will be as seasonable here, to exhibit the undiminished talents of the author of Paradise Lost in Paradise Regained. "Darkness now rose, As daylight sunk, and brought in lowering night, Her shadowy offspring. Our Saviour, meek, and with untroubled mind, After his airy jaunt, though hurried sore, Hungry and cold, betook him to his rest, Whose branching arms thick intertwined might shield, But, shelter'd, slept in vain; for at his head The tempter watch'd, and soon with ugly dreams And either tropic now 'Gan thunder, and both ends of heaven; the clouds, Fierce rain with lightning mix'd, water with fire In ruin reconciled: nor slept the winds Ill wast thou shrouded then, O patient Son of God! yet only stood'st Unshaken! Nor yet staid the terror there! Infernal ghosts and hellish furies round Environ'd thee; some howl'd, some yell'd, some shriek❜d, To tempt the Son of God with terrors dire. Clear'd up their choicest notes in bush and spray, "Ill wast thou shrouded then, O patient Son of God!" offers an example of the most delicate skill, in turning the description of the horrible effects of the storm into a realization of it to the reader himself, who feels as though he were standing by the poet, looking on and listening, while the latter repeats, in tones of tenderest sympathy, to the divine sufferer, the hideous phenomena as they occur in succession, to "scare him with visions, and terrify him through dreams," as Job, the type of our tempted Redeemer, describes himself to be haunted withal. Then, what can be more sweet, reviving, and delicious than the breath, the brightness, and the beauty of the "morning fair," who, with the single motion of "her radiant finger," stills the storm, dispels the gloom, chases the clouds, and lays the winds and grisly spectres which the fiend had raised; while the birds "Who all things now behold more fresh and green," burst into songs of joy, "to gratulate the sweet return of morn?" Similar scenes and contrasts have often been painted by poets of every age and country, but a night more hideous, followed by a morn more lovely, never yet appeared in nature or in song. Samson Agonistes, a tragedy, most elaborately composed, and on the severest Greek model, is uninviting both in its theme and treatment of it; yet the dialogues abound with sublime and pious sentiments; while, though much of the versification is harsh, and scarcely reducible to metre, the diction throughout exemplifies the full strength and affluence of the English language. Satan's address to the sun, in Book IV. of Paradise Lost, is, deservedly, one of the most admired passages in that poem. There the arch-fiend, broken loose from hell, emerging from chaos, and, for the first time, beholding the new-created light of another world, is thereby miserably reminded of the high estate from which he had been cast down by "pride and worse ambition." In the opening of Milton's tragedy, Samson is brought out of the dungeon, and laid down upon a sunny bank, to enjoy the warmth |