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The winds, with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kist,

Whispering new joys to the mild ocean,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.



The stars with deep amaze,
Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze,

Bending one way their precious influence;
And will not take their flight,
For all the morning light,

Or Lucifer, that often warn’d them thence;
But in their glimmering orbs did glow,
Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.




And, though the shady gloom
Had given day her room,

The sun himself withheld his wonted speed;
And hid his head for shame,
As his inferiour flame

The new-enlighten’d world no more should need:
Ile saw a greater sun appear
Than his bright throne, or burning axletree could bear.



The shepherds on the lawn,
Or e'er the point of dawn,

Sat simply chatting in a rustick row;
Full little thought they then,
That the mighty Pan

Was kindly come to live with them below:
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep:



When such musick sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet,

As never was by mortal finger strook;
Divinely-warbled voice
Answering the stringed noise,

As all their souls in blissful rapture took:
The air, such pleasure loth to lose,

With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close. 100 can be more poetically grand then this glorious line. The whole stanza breathes stanza.

In all Hilton's pohle poetry the essence of descriptive poetry. there are few passages finer than this.- 89. That the mighty Puin, &c. That is, BEYDGER.

to live with the shepherds on the lawn. 68. While birds of calm, &c. Another Christ is frequently styled “the Shep

herd” in the Scriptures.

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Nature, that heard such sound,
Beneath the hollow round

Of Cynthia's seat, the aery region thrilling,
Now was almost won,
To think her part was done,

And that her reign had here its last fulfilling:
She knew such harmony alone
Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.







At last surrounds their sight
A globe of circular light,

That with long beams the shamefaced night array'd;
The helmed Cherubim,
And sworded Ceraphim,

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd,
Harping in loud and solemn quire,
With unexpressive notes, to Heaven's new-born Hleir.

Such musick, as 'tis said,
Before was never made,

But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While the Creator great
His constellations set,

And the well-balanced world on hinges hung;
And cast the dark foundations deep,
And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.

Ring out, ye crystal spheres,
Once bless our human ears,

If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let


silver chime Move in melodious time;

And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow;
And, with your ninefold harmony,
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.

For, if such holy song
Enwrap our fancy long,

Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold;
And speckled Vanity
Will sicken soon and die,

And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould;
And Hell itself will pass away,

And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day. 140 131. Ninefold harmony. See Arcules, | means spots, the marks of disease and line 62

corruption, and the symptoms of ap136. Speckled Vanity. Vanity dressed proaching death.-T. WARTON. in a variety of gaudy colours: unless he 140. The peering day is here the first



Yea, Truth and Justice then
Will down return to men,

Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing,
Mercy will sit between,
Throned in celestial sheen,

With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering;
And Heaven, as at some festival,

wide the gates of her high palace hall.


Will open



But wisest Fate says no,
This must not yet be so;

The Babe yet lies in smiling infancy,
That on the bitter cross
Must redeem our loss;

So both himself and us to glorify:
Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep,
The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep;





With such a horrid clang
As on Mount Sinai rang,

While the red fire and smouldering clouds out brake:
The aged earth aghast,
With terrour of that blast,

Shall from the surface to the centre shake;
When, at the world's last session,
The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his throne.

And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,

But now begins; for, from this happy day,
The old Dragon, under ground
In straiter limits bound,

Not half so far casts his usurped sway,
And, wroth to see his kingdom fail,
Swindges the scaly horrour of his folded tail.

The oracles are dumb;
No voice or hideous hum


dawn of the Gospel, by the birth of the is a fine picture by Guido, representing Redemer. The Sun of Righteousness Michael the arch-angel trending on Satan, fully rose, when he began to exercise his who has such a tail as is here describedministry.--DUNSTER.

Jos Warton. The word swindge is now 146. With radiant feet. Is. lii. 7. spelt without the d.

156. The wakeful trump, &c. A line of 173. The oracles, &c. Attention is irregreat energy, elegant and sublime.--T. sistibly awakened and engaged, by the WARTON.

air of solemnity and enthusiasm that 172. Swindges the scaly horrour, &c. reigns in this stanza and some that folThis strong image is copied from the de- low. Such is the power of true poetry, Beriptious of serpents and drayons in the that one is almost inclined to believe the old Romances and in Ariosto. There superstitions real.-Jos. WARTON.


Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,

With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
No nightly trance, or breathed spell,
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetick cell.



The lonely mountains o'er,
And the resounding shore,

A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale,
Edged with poplar pale,

The parting Genius is with sighing sent:
With flower-inwoven tresses torn,
The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.




In consecrated earth,
And on the holy hearth,

The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint:
In urns, and altars round,
A drear and dying sound

Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint;
And the chill marble seems to sweat,
While each peculiar Power foregoes 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:


183. A roice of weeping. &c. Matt. ii. 18. ton added this word to our language."

191. The Lars (or rather Lares) and TODD. Lemures were heathen household gods. 201. Heaven's queen and mother. She

197. Per. See Paradise Lost, i. +12. was called regina cali and mater Deum.

199. Twice-batter'd god, Dagon. See 202. Shine is used by many of the old 1 Sam. v. 3, 4.

writers as a noun. 200. Moomed, taken for the moon. “Mil- 205. Moloch. See Par. Lost, i.392. Mil.

The brutish gods of Nile as fast,
Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste:


Nor is Osiris seen
In Memphian grove or green,

Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud: 215
Nor can he be at rest
Within his sacred chest;

Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud:
In vain with timbrell’d anthems dark
The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark.



He feels from Juda's land
The dreaded Infant's hand;

The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn:
Nor all the gods beside
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,
Curtain’d 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
Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-lov'd maze.




But see, the Virgin blest
Hath laid her Babe to rest:

Time is, our tedious song should here have ending:
Heaven's youngest-teemed star
Hath fix'd her polish'd car,

Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending;
And all about the courtly stable
Bright-harness'd Angels sit in order serviceable.

ton, like a trur poet, in descriling the 235 Fayes. It is a very poetical mode Syrian superstitions, selects su h as were of expressing the departure of the fairies most susteptible of poetical enlargement: at the approach of morning, to say that and which, frm the wildness of their they fly after the stands of Night.-T. ceremonies, were most interesting to the WARTON.-242. Handmuid lump; alludtheru being no rain Egypt Chery bei Wolin in Elve. Enshower'd, in pesha'i he toobe, parable of the Ten

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