The verdurous wall of Paradise up sprung; When God hath shower'd the earth; so lovely seem'd Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires Of Araby the bless'd with such delay; Well pleased, they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles:Here are fresh fountains, that run nectar, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold; and groves, whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm; flowers of all hue; purple grapes, crystal streams, songs of birds, and vernal airs. The field of Enna, where Proserpine gathered flowers, nor that sweeet grove of Daphne, by Orantes and the inspired Castalian spring could not compare with this paradise of Eden. This is painted with exquisite taste, and with an affluence of fancy surpassing any thing that Spenser ever wrote. It is remarked, somewhere, by Mr. Stewart, that it is not more the office of language to convey knowledge from one mind to another, than to bring mind into contact with mind; to bring two minds into the same train of thinking, and confine them to the same track; and the mechanism of language is not more wonderful, than the process it puts in action behind the scene. This is peculiarly the case with some of Milton's poetry. There is often an extreme remoteness in the associations by which he acts upon the mind of the reader; and it is therefore said of him that he "electrifies the mind by conductors :" but in these passages, and in all his small poems, there is a simplicity, a mellow richness, so to speak, and a vividness, unsurpassed by any writer in the language; and hence Dr. Channing has observed of his poetry, that it "breathes a sensibility and tenderness allied to its sublimity." COMUS, A MASK. Comus is one of the most finished poems in the language, it is a suite of speeches, observes Mr. Warton, not interesting by discrimination of character, not conveying variety of incidents, nor gradually exciting curiosity; but perpetually attracting attention by sublime sentiment, and fanciful imagery of the richest vein, by an exuberance of picturesque description, poetical allusion, and ornamental expression. This poem has all the sweetness of the sweetest; it possesses a subdued calmness in the expression of the most tender sensibility; it has the richest structure of versification and the finest fancy, though it does not deviate into all the wildness of romantic fable, only because it is guarded and subdued by a chaste and elegant taste. THE ATTENDANT SPIRIT. The first scene discovers a wild wood. Two brothers, with their sister, stray from her in a wood, and she is conducted by a sorcerer into a stately palace, set out with all manner of deliciousness, soft music, tables spread with all dainties, where she is set in an enchanted chair. The Attendant Spirit conducts the brothers thither, who rush in with swords drawn. The enchanter escapes, and leaves the lady fixed in the chair; she is freed by Sabrina, who, invok'd in song, rises from her coral hall. Before the starry threshold of Jove's court In regions mild of calm and serene air, Which men call Earth; and with low-thoughted care To such my errand is; and but for such, Therefore, when any favor'd of high Jove I shoot from heaven, to give him safe convoy, These my sky robes, spun out of Iris' woof, And take the weeds and likeness of a swain, Of hateful steps; I must be viewless now. COMUS enters with a charming rod in one hand, his glass in the other, with him a rout of monsters, headed like sundry sorts of wild beasts, but otherwise like men and women, their apparel glistening; they come in making a riotous and unruly noise with torches in their hands.. Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay And the slope sun his upward beam Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile, welcome Joy, and Feast, Tipsy Dance and Jollity. Braid your locks with rosy twine, Rigor now is gone to bed, And Advice with scrup'lous head, Strict Age and sour Severity, With their grave saws in slumber lie. We that are of purer fire Imitate the starry quire, Who in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. * THE MEASURE. Break off, break off, I feel the different pace Wind me into the easy-hearted man I shall appear some harmless villager And hearken, if I may, her business here. [The Lady enters. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, |