Where through the sacred rays of chastity, 425 Yea there, where very desolation dwells, 430 By grots, and caverns shagg'd with horrid shades, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow, 440 And spotted mountain pard, and set at nought The frivolous bolt of Cupid; Gods and men 445 426 bandite] Tickell changed bandite' into 'banditti,' and 'Dian' into 'Diana.' 429 shagg'd] Benlowes's Theophila, p. 226. 'Embost with trees, with bushes shagg'd.' 432 Some say] Hamlet, act 1, sc. 1. 'But then, they say, no spirit walks abroad.' 433 fog] Milton here had his eye on Fletcher's F. Shepherdess, act 1. I have heard, (my mother told it me),' &c. Newton. Fear'd her stern frown, and she was queen o' th' woods. What was that snaky-headed Gorgon shield, That wise Minerva wore, unconquer'd virgin, Wherewith she freez'd her foes to congeal'd stone, But rigid looks of chaste austerity, 450 455 And noble grace that dash'd brute violence And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, 465 Till all be made immortal: but when lust, 449 freez'd] Dante Inferno, c. ix. Che se'l Gorgon si mostra. 455 liveried] Nabbes's Microcosmus, p. 22. 469 divine] Hor. Sat. ii. ii. 79. Atque affligit humo divinæ particulam auræ !' Todd. VOL. III. H Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp 2 BR. How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, 1 B. List, list, I hear Some far off halloo break the silent air. 2 B. Methought so too; what should it be? 1 B. For certain Either some one like us night-founder'd here, Or else some neighbour woodman, or, at worst, Some roving robber calling to his fellows. 475 480 485 2 B. Heav'n keep my Sister. Again, again, and Best draw, and stand upon our guard. 1 B. I'll halloo; If he be friendly, he comes well; if not, [near; Defence is a good cause, and Heav'n be for us. Enter the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, habited like a shepherd. That halloo I should know, what are you? speak; 478 Apollo's] Love's Lab. Lost, act iv. sc. iii. Come not too near, you fall on iron stakes else. SPIR. What voice is that? my young Lord? speak again. 2 B. O brother, 'tis my father's shepherd, sure. 1 B. Thyrsis? Whose artful strains have oft delay'd The huddling brook to hear his madrigal, 495 And sweeten'd every muskrose of the dale. 506 510 SPIR. Aye me unhappy! then my fears are true. 1 BR. What fears, good Thyrsis? Prithee briefly show. SPIR. I'll tell ye; 'tis not vain or fabulous, Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance, What the sage poets, taught by th' heavenly Muse, 509 sadly] Soberly, seriously. P. L. vi. 541. Newton. Storied of old in high immortal verse, Of dire chimeras, and inchanted isles, 520 Within the navel of this hideous wood, Fixes instead, unmolding reason's mintage 525 530 Tending my flocks hard by i' th' hilly crofts, That brow this bottom-glade, whence, night by night, He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl, prey, In their obscured haunts of inmost bowers. 535 Yet have they many baits, and guileful spells, 520 navel] Ætolos, qui umbilicum Græciæ incolerent. Liv. lib. xxxv. c. 18. |