Tremulous Sybil, make the future known, And he who sacrifices, on the shrine Hangs verse, both when he smites the threat'ning bull, To scrutinize the Fates envelop'd there. He anticipates it as one of the employments of glorified spirits in heaven. We too, ourselves, what time we seek again The sympathy existing between the two kindred studies of poetry and music is described with happy effect. Now say, what wonder is it, if a son Of thine delight in verse, if so conjoin'd In close affinity, we sympathize In social arts, and kindred studies sweet? Such distribution of himself to us Was Phoebus' choice; thou hast thy gift, and I Father and son, the whole inspiring God. The following effusion of filial feeling is as honourable to the discernment and liberality of the parent, as it is expressive of the gratitude of the son. Thou never bad'st me tread * The same expression is used by Cowley : Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, + Milton's father was well skilled in music. To opulence, nor did'st condemn thy son That Gallia boasts, those too, with which the smooth Italian his degen'rate speech adorns, That witnesses his mixture with the Goth; And Palestine's prophetic songs divine. We delight in witnessing the exuberance of manly and generous feeling in a son towards a parent, entitled by kind offices to his gratitude, and therefore transcribe the following passage. Go now, Will hold, and where the conqu'ror's ivy twines, Safe, and too high for your viperean wound. He thus beautifully concludes this affecting tribute of filial gratitude. But thou, my father! since to render thanks Thy liberality, exceeds my power, Suffice it, that I thus record thy gifts, And bear them treasur'd in a grateful mind! To hope longevity, and to survive Your master's funeral, not soon absorb'd Shall to futurity perhaps convey This theme, and by these praises of my sire We subjoin Hayley's remark on this poem, in Cowper's edition of Milton. "These verses are founded on one of the most interesting subjects that language can display, the warmth and felicity of strong reciprocal kindness between a father and a son, not only united by the most sacred tie of nature, but still more endeared to each other by the happy cultivation of honour VOL. V. P able and congenial arts. The sublime description of poetry, and the noble and graceful portrait, which the author here exhibits of his own mental character, may be said to render this splendid poem the prime jewel in a coronet of variegated gems." We extract the following passages from the remarks and notes in Cowper's Milton, as exhibiting the manner in which he executed this portion of his labours. BOOK I. "There is a solemnity of sentiment, as well as majesty of numbers, in the exordium of this noble poem, which in the works of the ancients has no example. "The sublimest of all subjects was reserved for Milton, and, bringing to the contemplation of that subject not only a genius equal to the best of theirs, but a heart also deeply impregnated with the divine truths which lay before him, it is no wonder that he has produced a composition, on the whole, superior to any that we have received from former ages. But he who addresses himself to the perusal of this work with a mind entirely unaccustomed to serious and spiritual contemplation, unacquainted with the word of God, or prejudiced against it, is ill-qualified to appreciate the value of a poem built upon it, or to taste its beauties. Milton is the poet of Christians: an infidel may have an ear for the harmony of his numbers, may be aware of the dignity of his expression, and in some degree of the sublimity of his conceptions; but the unaffected and masculine piety, which was his true inspirer, and is the very soul of his poem, he will either not perceive, or it will offend him." To bellow through the vast and boundless deep. Line 177. "In this we seem to hear a thunder suited both to the scene and the occasion, incomparably more awful than any ever heard on earth, and the thunder winged with lightning is highly poetical. It may be observed here, that the thunder of Milton is not hurled from the hand like Homer's, but discharged like an arrow. Thus in book vi. line 712, the Father, ordering forth the Son for the destruction of the rebel angels, says As if, jealous for the honour of the true God, the poet disdained to arm him like the God of the heathen."* He spake, and to confirm his words, &c. &c. Line 663. "This is another instance in which appears the advantage that Milton derives from the grandeur of his subject. What description could even he have given of a host of human warriors insulting their conqueror, at all comparable to this? First, their multitude is to be noticed. They are not thousands but millions; and they are millions, not * Psalm vii. 12. |