Nigh spher'd in Heaven, its native strains could | To the fell house of Busyrane, he led hear,

The unsbaken Britomart; or Milton knew, On which that ancient trump he reach'd was Wheu in abstracted thought he first conceiv'd hung;

All Heaven in tumult, and the seraphim.. Thither oft his glory greeting,

Came towering, arın'd in adamant and gold. From Waller's myrtle shades retreating, With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue My trembling feet his guiding steps pursue; In vain: Such bliss to one alone

Apart, and on a sacred hill retird, Of all the sons of soul was kuown;

Beyond all mortal inspiration fir'd, And Heaven and Fancy, kindred powers,

The mighty Milton sits :-- An host around Have now o'erturn'd the inspiring bowers, Of listening angels guard the holy ground; Or curtain'd close such scene from every fu Amaz'd they see a human form aspire ture view.

To grasp with daring hand a seraph's lyre COLLINS. Inly irradiate with celestial beams,

Attempt those bigh, those soul-subduing themes,
(Which humbler denizens of Heaven decline,)

And celebrate, with sanctity divine,

The starry field from warring angels won,

And God triumpbant in his Victor son. Rise, hallow'd Milton! rise, and say,

Nor less the wonder, and the sweet delight, How, at thy gloomy close of day;

His milder scenes and softer notes excite, How, when“ depress'd by age, beset with When, at his bidding, Eden's blooming grove wrongs;”

Breathes the rich sweets of innocence and love. When “fall'n on evil days and evil tongues:” | With such pure joy as our forefather knew

When Darkness, brooding on thy sight, When Rapbael, Heavenly guest, first met his Exil'd the sov'reign lamp of light:

view, Say, what could then one cheering hope diffuse; And our glad sire, within his blissful bower, What friends were thine, save Memory and the Drank the pure converse of the etherial Power, Muse ?

Round the best bard his raptur'd audience Hence the rich spoils, thy studious youth

throng, Caught from the stores of ancient Truth: And feel their souls imparadis'd in song. Hence all thy busy eye could pleas'd explore,

HAYLEY'S ESSAY ON EPIC POETRY, EPIST. III. When Rapture led thee to the Latian shore;

Each scene, that Tiber's bank supplied ;

Each grace, that play'd on Arno's side; | Ages elaps'd ere Homer's lamp appear'd, The tepid gales, through Tuscan glades that fly; And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: The blue serene, that spreads Hesperia's sky; to carry Nature lengths unknown before, Were still thine own: thy ample mind

To give a Milion birth, ask'd ages more Each charm receiv'd, retajı’d, combin’d, Thus Genius rose and set at order'd tiines, And thence “the nightly visitant,” that came And shot a day-spring into distant climes, To touch thy bosom with her sacred flame, Ennobling every region that he chose; Recall’d the long-lost beams of grace;

He sunk in Greece, in Italy he rose; That whilom shot from Nature's face,

And, tedious years of Gothic darkness pass'd, When God, in Eden, o'er her youthful breast Emerg'd all splendour in our isle at last. Spread with his own right hand Perfection's gor- | Thus luvely balcyons dive into the main, geous vest.

Then show far ofl' their shining plumes again, MASON.



| In the pure fountain of eternal love, PRESENT QUEEN ON HER MARRIAGE.

Has eyes indeed; and, viewing all she sees

As meant to indicate a God to man, Lo! this the land, whence Milton's Muse of fire Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own, High svar'd to steal from Heaven a seraph's lyre;

Learning has borne such fruit in other days And told the golden ties of wedded love

On all her branches: fiety has found
In sacred Eden's amarantine grove.

Friends in the friends of science, and true prayer
Has flow'd from lips wet with Castalian dews.

Such was thy wisdom, Newton, childlike sage!
FROM THE DESCRIPTION OF NIGHT IN THE SAME AU- Sagacious reader of the works of God,

And in his word sagacious. Such 100 thine,

Milton, whose genius had angelic wings, Non then let dreams, of wanton folly born, And fed on manna. And such thine, in whom My senses lead through flowery paths of joy;

Our British Themis gloried with just cause, But let the sacred Genius of the night

Immortal Hale! for deep discernment prajs'd, Such mystic visions send, as Spencer saw, And sound integrity, not more than fam'd When through bewildering Fancy's magic For sanctity of manners undefila. maze,


And thou, with age oppress'd, beset with wrongs, He sings no mortal war:--his strains
And “ fall’n on evil days and evil tongues. Describe no hero's amorous pains;
In darkness and with dangers compass'd round," He chants the birth-day of the World,
What stars of joy thy night of anguish crown'd? The conflict of angelic powers,
What breath of vernal airs, or sound of rill, The joys of Eden's peaceful bowers,
Or haunt by Siloa's brook or Sion's hill,

When fled the infernal host, to thundering Chaos Or light of cherubim, the empyreal throne,

The effulgent car, and inexpressive One?
Alas, not thine the foretaste of thy praise; Yet, as this deathless song he breath'd,
A dull oblivion wrapt thy mighty lays.

He bath'd it with Aliction's tear;
A while thy glory sunk, in dread repose;

And to posterity bequeatin'd Then, with fresh vigour, like a giant rose,

The cherish'd hope to Nature dear, And strode sublime, and pass'd, with generous No grateful praise his labours cheer'd, rage,

No beam beneficent appear'd
The feeble minions of a puny age.

To penetrate the chilling gloom;-
FROM THE POETICAL WORKS OF WILLIAM | Ah! what avails that Britain now
PRESTON, ESQ. DUBLIN, 1793. With sculptur'd laurel decks his brow,

And hangs the votive verse on his unconscious

tomb ! See! where the British Homer leads

FROM POEMS AND PLAYS BY MRS. The Epic choir of modern days;

WEST, 1799. Blind as the Grecian bard, he speeds

To realms unknown to pagans lays:


The measure is English heroic verse without rhyme, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin : rhyme being no necessary adjunct, or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age to set off wretched matter and lame metre; graced indeed since by the use of some famous modern poets, carried away by custom, but much to their own vexation, hindrance, and constraint to express many things otherwise, and for the most part worse than else they would have expressed them. Not without cause, therefore some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme both in longer and shorter works : as have also long since our best English tragedies : as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another; not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients, both in poetry and all good oratory. This neglect then of rhyme so little is to be taken for a defect, though it may seem so perhaps to valgar readers, that it is rather to be esteemed an example set, the first in English, of ancient liberty recovered, to heroic poem, from the troublesome and modern bondage of rhyming.





O, Man's first disobedience, and the fruit

Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste

Brought death into the world, and all our woe,

With loss of Eden, till one greater Man

Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,

Sing, heavenly Muse, that on the secret top The first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire

subject, Man's disobedience, and the loss there- That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, upon of Paradise wherein he was placed : then In the beginning, how the Heavens and Earth touches the prime cause of his fall, the Ses Rose out of Chaos: Or, if Sion hill pent, or rather Satan in the serpent ; who, Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd revolting from God, and drawing to his side 1

e oracle of

hence many legions of angels, was, by the command Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, of God, driven out of Heaven, with all his / That with no middle flight intends to soar crew, into the great deep. Which action pas- Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues sed over, the poem hastens into the midst of Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. things, presenting Satan with his angels now And chiefly thou, o Spirit, that dost prefer falling into Hell described here,not in the cen- | Before all temples the upright heart and pure, ter (for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the yet not made, certainly not yet accursed) but

first in a place of utter darkness, fitliest called | Wast present, and, with mighty wings out spread, Chaos: here Satan with his angels lying on Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, the burning lake, thunder-struck and astonish- | And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, ed, after a certain space recovers, as from con- | Humine; what is low, raise and support; fusion, calls up him who next in order and That to the heighth of this great argument dignity lay by him: they confer of their mi- | I may assert eternal Providence, serable fall; Satan awakens all his legions, And justify the ways of God to men. who lay till then in the same manner cun- Say first, for Heaven hides nothing from thy founded. They rise; their numbers; array view, of battle; their chief leaders named, according Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first, what cause to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and Mov'd our grand parents, in that happy state, the countries adjoining. To these Satan di- Favour'd of Hearen so highly, to fall off rects his speech, comforts them with hope yet From their Creator, and transgress his will of regaining Heaven, but tells them lastly of For one restraint, lords of the world besides ? a new world and new kind of creature to be Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt? created, according to an ancient prophecy, The infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile, or report in Heaven; for, that angels were | Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd long before this visible creation, was the opi- | The mother of mankind, what time his pride nion of many anoient Fathers. To find out Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his the truth of this prophecy, and what to deter

host mine thereon, he refers to a full council. Of rebel angels; by whose aid, aspiring What his associates thence attempt. Pande- | To set himself in glory above his peers, monium, the palace of Satan, rises, suddenly He trusted to have equall'd the Most High, built out of the deep: the infernal peers there If he oppos'd; and, with ambitious aim sit in council.

Against the throne and monarchy of Gud,

And what

Rais'd impious war in Heaven, and battle proud, And shook his throne. What though the field With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power, I

be lost? Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, All is not lost; the unconquerable will, With hideous ruin and coinbustion, down

And study of revenge, immortal bate, To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell

And courage never to submit or yield, In adamantine chains and penal fire,

And what is else not to be overcome ; Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.

That glory never shall his wrath or might Nine times the space that measures day and Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace night

With suppliant knee, and deify his power To mortal men, he with his horrid crew

Who from the terrour of this arm so late Lay vanquish'd, rolling in the fiery gulf,

Doubted his empire ; that were low indeed, Confounded, though immortal : but his doom That were an ignominy, and shame beneath Reserv'd him to more wrath! for now the This downfall : since by fate the strength of gods thought

And this empyreal substance cannot fail, Both of lost happiness and lasting pain

Since through experience of this great event Torments him : round he throws his baleful eyes. In arms not worse, in foresight much advanc'd, That witness'd huge afiliction and dismay, We may with more successful hope resolve Mix'd with obdurate pride and stedfast hate ; To wage by force or guile eternal war, At once, as far as angels ken, he views

Irreconcileable to our grand foe, The dismal situation waste and wild ;

Who now triumphs, and, in the excess of joy A dungeon horrible on all sides round,

Sole reigning, holds the tyranny of Heaven.” As one great furnace flam'd; yet from those So spake the apostate angel, though in pain, flames

Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair : No light; but rather darkness visible

And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer. Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,

“O prince, O chief of many throned powers, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace That led the embattled seraphim to war And rest can never dwell; hope never comes Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds That comes to all : but torture without end Fearless, endanger'd Heaven's perpetual king, Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed

And put to proof his high supremacy, With ever-burning sulphur unconsum'd :

Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate; Such place eternal Justice had prepard

Too well I see, and rue the dire event,
For those rebellious; here their prison ordain'd That with sad overthrow, and foul defeat,
In utter darkness, and their portion set

Hath lost us Heaven, and all this mighty host
As far remov'd from God and light of Heaven, In horrible destruction laid thus low,
As from the centre thrice to the utmost pole, As far as gods and heavenly essences
0, how unlike the place from whence they fell ! Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains
There the companions of his fall, o'erwlielin'd Invincible, and vigour soon returns,
With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire, Though all our glory extinct, and happy state
He soon discerns, and weltering by his side Here swallow'd up in endless misery.
One next himself in power, and next in crime, But what if he our conqueror (whom I now
Long after known in Palestine, and nam'd Of force believe almighty, since no less
Beëlzebub. To whom the arch-enemy,

Than such could have o'erpower'd such force as And thence in Heaven call'd Satan, with bold


. words

Have left us this our spirit and strength entire Breaking the horrid silence, thus began.

Strongly to suffer and support our pains, “ If thou beest he; but o, how fall’n ! how That we may so suffice his vengeful ire, chang'd

Or do him mightier service as his thralls From him, who, in the happy realms of light, By right of war, whate'er his business be, Cloth'd with transcendent brightness, didst out. | Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire, shine

Or do his errands in the gloomy deep; Myriads though bright! If he whom mutual What can it then avail, though yet we feel league,

Strength undiminish'd, or eternal being
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope To undergo eterual punishment?”
And hazard in the glorious enterprise,

Whereto with speedy words the arch-fiend reJoin'd with me once, now miser y hath join'd

In equal ruin : into what pit thou seest sprov'd " Fall'n cherub, to be weak is miserable
From what neighth fall'n, so much the stronger | Doing or suffering ; but of this be sure,
He with his thunder: and till then who knew To do aught good never will be our task,
The force of those dire arms? Yet not for those, But ever to do ill our sole delight,
Nor what the potent Victor in his rage

As being the contrary to his high will
Can else infict, do I repent or change,

Whom we resist. Ifthen his providence Though chang'din outward lustre,that fix'd mind, Out of our evil seek to bring forth good, And high disdain from sense of injurd merit, Our labour must be to pervert that end, That with the Mightiest rais'd me to contend, And out of good still to find means of evil; And to the fierce contention brought along Which oft-times may succeed, so as perhaps Innumerable force of spirits armid,

Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring, | His inmost counsels from their destin'd aim. His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd But see, the angry victor hath recall'd In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven, His ministers of vengeance and parsuit

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