Pours her long-levell'd rule of streaming light; While fullen facred filence reigns around, Save the lone fcreech-owl's note, who builds his bow'r Amid the mould'ring caverns dark and damp, Or the calm breeze, that ruftles in the leaves 35 Of flaunting ivy, that with mantle green Invefts fome wafted tow'r. Or let me tread See Comus, ver. 340: vifit us With thy long-levell'd rule of ftreaming light... And Warton's note upon it: to which may be added that the expreffion of the fun's levelling his rays, quoted by him from Par. Loft. iv. 543. may he found also in Sir H. Wotton; -the Sun doth ftill Level bis rays against the rifing hill. Headley's Anc. Poet. ii. 24. V. 31. While fullen facred filence reigns around, Save the lone fcreech-owl's note, who builds his bower, &c.] Gray's Elegy: And all the air a folemn ftillness holds, Of fuch as wandering near her facred bower, &c. The Pleafures of Melancholy was published in 1747: Gray's Elegy was written, according to Johnson, in 1750. Warton fupplies feveral instances of this use of the word "mantle." See Ode at Vale-royal, ver. 75. Ode on Summer, ver., 182. Paneg. on Oxford Ale, ver. 116. V. 36. flaunting ivy,] Mr. Headley notices "flaunting honeyfuckle" in Comus, ver. 545. And "the bower, where woodbines flaunt," in Thomfon's Spring, ver. 976. But the epithet "gadding" ufed by our poet in Infcript. on a Hermitage is perhaps more defcriptive of the ivy. Its neighb'ring walk of pines, where mus'd of old That far extends beneath their ample arch 40 My foul in dread repofe. But when the world O'er the wan heaps; while airy voices talk V. 41. As on I pace, religious horror wraps Lucretius, iii. 28: V. 43. His tibi me rebus quædam divina voluptas 45 Midnight's raven-colour'd robe,] In Comus, ver. 251. "the raven down of darkness." Along the glimmering walls; or ghostly shape Pope's Eloifa, ver. 305: In each low wind methinks a spirit calls, Comus, ver. 205: -A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling bapes, and beck'ning fhadows dire, And ver. 270: Such are those thick and gloomy fhadows damp Along the glimm'ring walls; or ghostly shape Of night, when haply wakeful from my couch 50 55 That thro' the still globe's awful folitude, See alfo Pope's Elegy on an unfortunate Lady: What beckoning ghoft along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? Which, as Dr. Warton has noticed in his edition of Pope, is from Ben Jonfon as the paffage quoted above from his Eloifa is from Milton. V. 50. : the folemn noon Of night,-] Midnight; it is fo ufed by Dryden, Pal. and Arc. B. iii. 'Twas ebbing darkness paft the noon of night. V. 62. But let the facred Genius of the night Such mystic vifions fend, as Spenfer faw, 65 Let others love foft Summer's ev'ning smiles, 70 As lift'ning to the distant water-fall, They mark the blushes of the streaky weft; I choose the pale December's foggy glooms. Then, when the fullen fhades of ev'ning clofe, Where thro' the room a blindly-glimm'ring gleam Sent by fome fpirit to mortals good, Or th' unfeen Genius of the wood. See Faerie Queene, B. III. Cant. xi, xii. and Par. Loft. B. vi. for the allufions, which follow. V. 75. Where thro' the room a blindly-glimm'ring gleam. Il Penf. ver. 79: Where glowing embers thro' the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. Shakfpere's Midf. N. Dr. A&t. v. Through this house give glimmering light; By the dead and drowsy fire, &c. It is fomewhat ftrange that neither Warton in his note on the The dying embers scatter, far remote From Mirth's mad fhouts, that thro' th' illumin'd roof 80 Refound with feftive echo, let me fit, above from Il Penf. nor Newton on Par. Loft, i. 63, has noticed the excellent way in which Spenfer gives the image, -A faint fhadow of uncertaine light, Such as a lampe whofe lyfe doth fade awaie. V. 76. far remote F.2. II. vii. 27. From Mirth's mad fhouts, that thro' the illumin'd roof, &c.] Il Penf. 81: Far from all refort of Mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm. See alfo Shakspere's Macbeth, A&t iii. The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums. V. 85. that like the dazzling spells Of wily Comus, &c.] Comus, ver. 153: Thus I hurl My dazzling Spells into the spungy air, |