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What wonder then if I delight to hear

Her dictates from thy mouth? most men admire
Virtue, who follow not her lore: permit me
To hear thee when I come (since no man comes)
And talk at least, though I despair to' attain.
Thy Father, who is holy, wise, and pure,
Suffers the hypocrite or atheous priest
To tread his sacred courts, and minister
About his altar, handling holy things,
Praying or vowing, and vouchsaf'd his voice
To Balaam reprobate, a prophet yet
Inspir'd; disdain not such access to me.

To whom our Saviour with unalter'd brow.
Thy coming hither, though I know thy scope,
I bid not or forbid; do as thou find'st
Permission from above; thou can'st not more.
He added not; and Satan bowing low

482. most men admire

Virtue, who follow not her lore:] Imitated from the well known saying of Medea, Ov. Met. vii. 20.

-Video meliora, proboque; Deteriora sequor.

490. —and vouchsaf'd his voice To Balaam reprobate,] An argument more plausible and more fallacious could not have been put into the mouth of the Tempter. Perfectly to apprehend this remarkable piece of Scripture history, as well as the poet's judicious use of it in this place, we may refer to Bishop Butler's excellent Sermon on the character of Balaam, and to Shuckford's account of it in his

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Connexion of Sacred and Profane
History, b. xii. Dunster.

497. and Satan bowing low

His
gray dissimulation,]
An expression this, which your
little word-catching critics will
very probably censure, but read-
ers of true taste admire. It is a
true instance of the feliciter au-
det. There is another of the
same kind in this book, where
the poet says, speaking of the
angelic quire, ver. 170.

-and in celestial measures mov'd,
Circling the throne and singing,
while the hand
Sung with the voice.

Thyer.

When criticism is employed on words alone, it may deserve Mr. Thyer's censure; but it

His gray dissimulation, disappear'd

Into thin air diffus'd: for now began

Night with her sullen wings to double-shade

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must sometimes condescend to notice them; and in this instance it may safely pronounce that Milton would not have admitted into the Par. Lost so forced and affected an expression as " bowing low his gray dissimulation." The meaning indeed is perfectly clear. Satan is still, as Mr. Dunster observes, under his assumed character of " "an aged man in rural weeds." But the words which he quotes from our author's Latin poem on the fifth of November, (where Satan is also introduced under the disguise of an old Franciscan friar,)

-assumptis micuerunt tempora canis,

if " equivalent to his gray dissimulation here," are free from the conceit which we have blamed above. E.

498. -disappear'd
Into thin air diffus'd:]

-nigras nox contrahit alas. And Tasso, viii. 57. and Spenser, Faery Queen, b. vi. c. viii. 44.

-and now the even-tide His broad black wings had through the heavens wide

By this dispread. But he might also have remarked, that not one of these poets applies any other epithet to the wings of night than one expressive of material qualities; Milton heightens the poetry of the image by introducing the qualities of mind-sullen wings. And thus in l'Allegro, 6.

Where brooding darkness spreads her jealous wings.

Fairfax indeed has added a similar idea to Tasso's description, viii. 57.

Sorgea la notte in tanto, e sotto l'ali
Recopriva del Cielo i campi immensi:

So Virgil of Mercury, En. iv. which is thus translated by Fair

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fax,

But now the night dispread her lazy

wings

Oe'r the broad fields of heaven's bright wilderness.

E.

500. to double-shade The desert;] He has expressed the same thought in Comus, 335.

In double night of darkness, and of shades.

[Where see the notes.] And the reader will naturally observe how properly the images are taken from the place, where the scene is laid. It is not a descrip

The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd; And now wild beasts came forth the woods to roam.

tion of night at large, but of a night in the desert; and, as Mr. Thyer says, is very short, though poetical. The reason no

doubt was, because the poet had before laboured this scene to the utmost perfection in his Paradise Lost.

PARADISE REGAINED.

BOOK II.

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