The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint: A drear and dying sound "Affrights the flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat", While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat. Peor and Baälim Forsake their temples dim, With that twice-batter'd god of Palestine; And mooned Ashtaroth, Heaven's queen and mother both, Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine: The Libyck Hammon shrinks his horn; In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn : And sullen Moloch, fled ", Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue: In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue" : The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis', haste: Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green, The chill marble seems to sweat. 195 200 205 210 Among the prodigia at the death of Julius Cæsar, Virgil notices, "mæstum illacrymat templis ebur, æraque sudant." Georg. i. 480.-DUNSTER. While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat. Virgil, En. ii. 351:— Excessere omnes, adytis arisque relictis, Di, &c.-RICHARDSON. * Heaven's queen and mother both. She was called "regina cœli" and "mater Deum." See Selden. -NEWTON. a And sullen Moloch, fled, &c. This imagery, but with less effect, was afterwards transferred into the 'Par. Lost,' b. i. 392; where these dreadful circumstances, of themselves sufficiently striking to the imagination, are only related: in our Ode, they are endued with life and action, they are put in motion before our eyes, and made subservient to a new purpose of the poet by the superinduction of a poetical fiction, to which they give occasion. Milton, like a true poet, in describing the Syrian superstitions, selects such as were most susceptible of poetical enlargement; and which, from the wildness of their ceremonies, were most interesting to the fancy.-T. WARTON. In dismal dance about the furnace blue. So in "Macbeth," as Mr. Steevens has observed to me: And round about the caldron sing.-T. WARTON. Virgil, En. viii. 698: And the dog Anubis, Omnigenumque Deum monstra, et latrator Anubis -TODD. Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud: Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud: The sable-stoled socerers bear his worshipt ark. He feels from Juda's land The dreaded Infant's hand; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn: Longer dare abide; Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine: Our Babe, to show his Godhead true, Can in his swaddling bands controul the damned crew. So, when the sun in bed, Curtained with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an orient wave", The flocking shadows pale' Troop to the infernal jail; Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave; And the yellow-skirted fayes a Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze. But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest: Time is, our tedious song should here have ending: Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending* : Trampling the unshower'd grass. 213 220 225 230 235 240 There being no rain in Egypt, but the country made fruitful with the overflowings of the Nile.-RICHARDSON. h Pillows his chin upon an orient wave. The words "pillows" and "chin" throw an air of burlesque and familiarity over a comparison most exquisitely conceived and adapted.-T. WARTON. The flocking shadows pale, &c. Mr. Bowle directs us to the "Midsum. Night's Dr." a. iii. s. ult. :— And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone.-T. WARTON, And the yellow-skirted fayes Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze. It is a very poetical mode of expressing the departure of the fairies at the approach of morning, to say that they "fly after the steeds of Night."-T. WARTON. With handmaid lamp attending. Alluding, perhaps, to the parable of the ten virgins, in the Gospel.-DUNSTER. And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels' sit in order serviceable. 'Bright-harness'd angels. Bright-armed. So, in Exod. xiii. 18:-"The children of Israel went up harnessed out of the land of Egypt."-NEWTON. A great critic, in speaking of Milton's smaller poems, passes over this Ode in silence, and observes, "All that short compositions can commonly attain is neatness and elegance." But Odes are short compositions, and they can often attain sublimity, which is even a characteristic of that species of poetry. We have the proof before us. He adds, "Milton never learned the art of doing little things with grace." If by "little things" we are to understand short poems, Milton had the art of giving them another sort of excellence.-T. WARTON. Here Warton does justice to this sublime Hymn. In this piece are all the constituents of poetry, including high and solemn invention: the imagery is also poetical; the metrical combination of the words rises like the gathering force of a flood, or rather of the careering winds. Milton had already learned to amalgamate his ideal riches, and cast them in a mould of his own. THE PASSION. This Ode, or rather Elegy, is unaccountably inferior to the preceding Hymn, and unworthy of Milton: indeed, the poet, by leaving it unfinished, and by his note at the end, seems himself to have thought so: one wonders, therefore, that, with such an impression on his own part, he printed it. The language is of an humbler cast, and more like the common poets of his day. EREWHILE of musick, and ethercal mirth", In wintry solstice, like the shorten'd light, For now to sorrow must I tune my song, And set my harp to notes of saddest woe, Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long, Dangers, and snares, and wrongs, and worse than so, * Erewhile of musick, and ethereal mirth. 10 Hence we may conjecture that this Ode was probably composed soon after that on the Nativity and this perhaps was a college-exercise at Easter, as the last was at Christmas.-T. WARTON. My Muse with angels did divide to sing. See Spenser, "Faer. Qu." I. i. 40:— And all the while sweet musicke did divide As Horace, "Imbelli cithara carmina divides." Od. 1. xv. 15.-T. WARTON. But headlong joy is ever on the wing. An elegant and expressive line.-T. WARTON. Most perfect Hero", tried in heaviest plight Of labours huge and hard, too hard for human wight! He, sovran Priest, stooping his regal head, His starry front low-roofed beneath the skies: O, what a mask was there, what a disguise! Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide; Then lies him meekly down fast by his brethren's side. These latest scenes confine my roving verse; To this horizon is my Phoebus bound: e Of lute, or viol still, more apt for mournful things. Befriend me, Night, best patroness of grief; That heaven and earth are colour'd with my woe; 15 20 23 30 The leaves should all be black whereon I write; And letters, where my tears have wash'd, a wannish white. 35 See, see the chariot, and those rushing wheels, To bear me where the towers of Salem stood, 40 In pensive trance, and anguish, and ecstatic fit. Mine eye hath found that sad sepulchral rock Most perfect Hero. "The captain of their salvation perfect through sufferings." Loud o'er the rest Cremona's trump. 45 Our poet seems here to be of opinion, that Vida's "Christiad" was the finest Latin poem on a religious subject.-Jos. WARTON. f The leaves should all be black whereon I write, Conceits were now confined not to words only. Mr. Steevens has a volume of Elegies in which the paper is black, and the letters white; that is, in all the titlepages: every intermediate leaf is also black. What a sudden change from this childish idea, to the noble apostrophe, the sublime rapture and imagination, of the next stanza!-T. WARTON. For sure so well instructed are my tears, Or should I thence, hurried on viewless wing, Might think the infection of my sorrows loud Had got a race of mourners on some pregnant cloud. 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. Take up a weeping on the mountains wild. This expression is from Jeremiah ix. 10:-"For the mountains will I take up a weeping and wailing," &c.-T. WARTON. The gentle neighbourhood of grove and spring Would soon unbosom all their echoes mild. 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 disgusting concetto.-DUNSTER. ODES. INTRODUCTORY REMARKS. THE Minor Poems which follow are not of sufficient length or importance to demand or justify a separate introduction to each. The 'Circumcision' is better than the 'Passion,' and has two or three Miltonic lines. The Elegy on the Death of a fair Infant' is praised by Warton, and well characterised in his last note upon it; but it has more of research and laboured fancy than of feeling, and is not a general favourite. The Ode, or rather fragment, 'On Time,' closes with three noble and sonorous lines. 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 Milton than one long passage which he cites. 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 fountains 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; as this: Where the bright seraphim, in burning row, The Epitaph on the Marchioness of Winchester' does not much please me: I do not like its quaint conceits, nor its want of pathos. The third line, A viscount's daughter, an earl's heir, is equivocally expressed. It means the daughter of a viscount, which viscount was heir to an earl. See T. Warton's note on ver. 59. Thomas, Lord Darcie, of |