 | Louis Lohr Martz - 1986 - 388 页
...music, with his characteristic mutation into sensuous imagery, as of someone's hair being stroked: How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence,...empty-vaulted night At every fall smoothing the Raven doune Of darkness till it smil'd . . . [249-52] And from here we move quickly into the world of Ovidian... | |
 | Bill Moore - 1987 - 180 页
...the wind-grieved Appenine. At the foot of your rotten-runged, rat-riddled stairs. Milton did it, too: How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night. Charles Kingsley: The night -rack came rolling up, ragged and brown. Thomas Hardy once more: Your face,... | |
 | R. B. Onians, Richard Broxton Onians - 1988 - 606 页
...Diog. L. vu, 55 and 159. Milton's Comus (244 ff.) marvels at the Lady's song, at that in her which can 'Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something...moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence'. 1 IL n, 213. * See eg //. I, 541-50; Od. xv, 445. * P. 14. 4 Malinowski, Argonauts of the Western Pacific,... | |
 | James Turner - 1993 - 368 页
...hand, Comus can imagine the Lady residing within her body as a person within a house: Sure somthing holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testifie his hidd'n residence. (lines 246-8) But the emblematic function of the Lady's virginity depends... | |
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Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence. 
