Divinely-warbled voice Answering the stringed noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took: The air, such pleasures loath to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close. The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum XIX. Runs through the arched roof in words leceiving. Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore, XX. A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; 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, XXI. 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. But see, the Virgin bless'd XXVII. Hath laid her Babe to rest; Time is, our tedious song should here have ending: Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending, Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable. LYCIDAS.1 In this Monody, the author bewails a learned friend, unfortunately drowned in nis passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637: and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their highth. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, 1 This poem was made upon the unfortunate and untimely death of Mr. Edward King, son of Su John King, Secretary for Ireland, a fellow collegian and intimate friend of Milton, who, as he was going to visit his relations in Ireland, was drowned, August 10, 1637, in the 25th year of his age. Dr Newton has observed, that Lycidas is with great judgment made of the pastoral kind, as both Mr. I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude; 5 10 Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, 15 That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring! Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star, that rose at evening, bright, 30 Toward Heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel. Temper'd to the oaten flute; King and Milton had been designed for holy orders and the pastoral care, which gives a peculiar propriety to several passages in it. Addison says, "that he who desires to know whether he has a true taste for history or not, should consider whether he is pleased with Livy's manner of telling a story; so, perhaps it may be said, that he who wishes to know whether he has a true taste for poetry or not, should consider whether he is highly delighted or not with the perusal of Milton's Lycidas.”—J. Warton. "Whatever stern grandeur Milton's two epics and his drama, written in his latter days, exhibit; by whatever divine invention they are created; Lycidas and Comus have a fluency, a sweetness, a melody, a youthful freshness, a dewy brightness of description, which those gigantic poems have not. The prime charm of poetry, the rapidity and the novelty, yet the natural association of beautiful ideas, is pre-eminently exhibited in Lycidas; and it strikes me, that there is no poem of Milton, in which the pastoral and rural imagery is so breathing, so brilliant, and so new as this.”—Sir Egerton Brydges. "I shall never cease to consider this monody as the sweet effusion of a most poetic and tender mind; entitled as well by its beautiful melody as by the frequent grandeur of its sentiments and language, to the utmost enthusiasm of admiration."-Todd. Line 3. This is a beautiful allusion to the unripe age of his friend, in which death "shatter'd his leaves before the mellowing year." L. 15. "The sacred well," Helicon. L. 25. "From the regularity of his pursuits, the purity of his pleasures, his temperance, and general simplicity of life, Milton habitually became an early riser; hence he gained an acquaintance with the beauties of the morning, which he so frequently contemplated with delight, and has therefore so repeatedly described in all their various appearances."-T. Warton. L 27. "We drove afield," that is, we drove our flocks afield. 28. The "sultry horn," is the sharp hum of this insect at noon. Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel But, O, the heavy change, now thou art gone, Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, The willows, and hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. 35 40 As killing as the canker to the rose, 45 Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep 50 Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. 55 Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there for what could that have done? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, 70 Line 50. To scorn delights, and live laborious days; 75 "Where were ye?" "This burst is as magnificent as it is affecting."—Sir E. Brydges. L. 58. Reference is here made to Orpheus, torn in pieces by the Bacchanalians, whose murdere.s are called "the rout." "Lycidas, as a poet, is here tacitly compared with Orpheus: they were both also victims of the water."-T. Warton. L. 70, &c. "No lines have been more often cited, and more popular than these; nor more justy Instructive and inspiriting.”—Sir Egerton Brydges. L. 76. "But not the praise;" that is, but the praise is not intercepted. "While the poet, in the character of a shepherd, is moralizing on the uncertainty of human life, Phoebus interposes with a sublime strain, above the tone of pastoral poetry: he then, in an abrupt and elliptical apostrophe, at 'O fountain Arethuse; hastily recollects himself, and apologizes to his rural Muse, or in other words to Arethusa and Mincius, the celebrated streams of bucolic song, for having so suddenly departed from pastoral allusions and the tenor of h's subject."-T. Warton. Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears; Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies; Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meed." And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea : 80 85 90 He ask'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain? 95 And sage Hippotades their answer brings, 100 Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, 105 Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. Ah! who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge? Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, 110 (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain,) He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, 115 Line 91. "The felon winds," that is, the cruel winds. L. 94. "A beaked promontory" is one projecting like the beak of a bird. L. 96. "Hippotades," a patronymic noun, the son of Hippotas, that is, Æolus. L. 101. The shipwreck was occasioned not by a storm, but by the ship's being unfit for such a navigation. L. 103. "Camus." This is the river Cam, on the borders of which was the University of Cambridge, where Lycidas was educated. L. 104. The "hairy mantle" joined with the "sedge bonnet" may mean the rushy or reedy banks of the Cam; and the "figures dim" refer, it is thought, to the indistinct and dusky streaks on sedge leaves or flags when dried. L. 109. "The pilot of the Galilean lake," the apostle Peter. I.. 114. He here animadverts on the endowments of the church, at the same time Insinuating that they were shared by those only who sought the emoluments of the sacred office, to the exclusion of a learned and conscientious clergy. Thus in Paradise Lost, iv. 193, alluding to Satan, he says: So clomb this first grand thief into God's fold; So since into his church lewd hirelings climb. Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest! Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least 120 What recks it them? What need they? They are sed; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw: The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed; 125 But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, So, in his sixteenth Sonnet, written in 1652, he supplicates C. omwell To save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw. 130 135 140 145 150 Line 124. "Scrannel" is thin, lean, meagre. "A scrannel pipe of straw is contemptuously used for Virgil's 'tenuis avena.'"-T. Warton. L. 129. "Nothing said." By this Milton clearly alludes to those prelates and clergy of the established church who enjoyed fat salaries without performing any duties: who "sheared the sheep bu did not feed them." L. 130, 131. "In these lines our author anticipates the execution of Archbishop Laud by a 'twohanded engine,' that is, the axe; insinuating that his death would remove all grievances in religion, and complete the reformation of the church."-T. Warton. The sense of the passage is, "But there will soon be an end of these evils; the axe is at hand, to take off the head of him who has been the great abettor of these corruptions of the gospel. This will be done by one stroke." L. 133. "That shrunk thy streams," that is, that silenced my pastoral poetry. The Sicilian muse is now to return with all her store of rural imagery. "The imagery here is from the noblest source."-Brydges. L. 136. "Use," in the sense of to haunt, to inhabit. See Halliwell's "Dictionary of Archaic and Provincial Words," 2 vols. 8vo. L. 138. "Swart" is swarthy, brown. The dog-star is called the "swart-star," by turning the effect into the cause |