III. He fov'ran Priest stooping his regal head, That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes, His starry front low-rooft beneath the skies; 15 20 Yet more; the ftroke of death he must abide, Then lies him meekly down fast by his brethrens fide. IV. These latest scenes confine my roving verse, Of lute, or viol still, more apt for mournful things. V. Befriend me Night, beft patronefs of grief, 26. Loud o'er the rest Cremona's trump doth found;] He means Marcus Hieronymus Vida, who was a native of Cremona, and al 25 30 And ludes particularly to his poem, Chriftiados Libri fex. And Mantua the birth-place of Virgil being near to Cremona, Virg. Ecl. IX. 28. X X 2 Mantua And work my flatter'd fancy to belief, That Heav'n and Earth are color'd with my woe; The leaves fhould all be black whereon I write, 34 And letters where my tears have wafh'd a wannish white. VI. See, fee the chariot, and thofe rushing wheels, In pensive trance, and anguish, and ecstatic fit. VII. Mine eye hath found that fad fepulchral rock And here though grief my feeble hands up lock, 45 Mantua væ, miferæ nimium vicina Cremona, Mr. Pope takes occafion from thence to pay a handfome compliment to Vida in his Effay on Criticism; My Cremona now shall ever boast thy name, My plaining verfe as lively as before; For fure fo well inftructed are my tears, That they would fitly fall in order'd characters. VIII. Or should I thence hurried on viewless wing, Might think th' infection of my forrows loud 50 55 Had got a race of mourners on fome pregnant cloud. This fubject the Author finding to be above the years he had, when he wrote it, and nothing fatisfied with what was begun, left it unfinish'd. V. On TIME. FLY envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace; vision of the four wheels and of the glory of God at the river Chebar, and was carried in the spirit to Jerufalem; fo the poet fancies himfelf transported to the fame place. And In these poems where no date is prefix'd, and no circumftances direct us to afcertain the time when they were compos'd, we follow the order of Milton's own editions. And before And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, So little is our lofs, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou haft intomb'd, Then long Eternity fhall greet our bliss 5 ΙΟ With an individual kifs; And Joy fhall overtake us as a flood, When every thing that is fincerely good And perfectly divine, With truth, and peace, and love, fhall ever fhine Of him, t'whofe happy-making fight alone When once our heav'nly-guided foul fhall clime, Attir'd with ftars, we fhall for ever fit, 15 20 [Time. Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O this copy Upon 18. happy-making fight,] The plain English of beatific vifion. 15. O more exceeding love or law more just ? Just YE VI. Upon the CIRCUMCISION. E flaming Pow'rs, and winged Warriors bright That erft with mufic, and triumphant song, First heard by happy watchful fhepherds ear, So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along Through the foft filence of the lift'ning night; Now mourn, and if fad fhare with us to bear Your fiery effence can diftil no tear, 5 Burn in your fighs, and borrow Seas wept from our deep forrow: He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ease; Sore doth begin His infancy to feife! O more exceeding love or law more juft? IO 15 |