That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed; Built in the eclipse,2 and rigged with curses dark, Next Camus,3 reverend sire, went footing slow ; His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower 5 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, (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, Enow of such 7 as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold! 2 Everything done during an eclipse was said to be illomened. 3 The Cam (for Cambridge). 4 Said to be an allusion to the antiquity of Cambridge. 5 The hyacinth (see Class. Dict.), inscribed with marks said to resemble the Greek aɩ, alas! In an earlier edition of Lycidas, Milton introduces among his flowers of "sad embroidery " "That sad flower that strove To write his own woes on the vermeil grain." 6 St. Peter. King was preparing to take Holy Orders. 7 In bitter allusion to "our corrupted clergy." Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learnt ought else the least And when they list, their lean and flashy 2 songs Daily devours apace, and nothing said. That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, 6 Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes 1 By a natural transition, the shepherd is first a poet, then a pastor. 2 Insipid. 3 Thin. 4 The Church of Rome. 5 Probably used generally of the coming retribution. 6 Arethusa. See note 3, P. 395. The stream of lament for Lycidas had been checked by gloomier thoughts, but now flows on. 7 Variously explained as the Sun, the Dog-star, and Saturn. The last seems the most probable. Milton's flowers, though sad, are flowers not of death,-the Saturnine hellebore or nightshade, -but of life,-"vernal" and "of a thousand hues." That on the green turf suck the honied showers, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies: Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.2 6 And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth! Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more; For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, 1 Early. So rather earlier, sooner. 2 Because he could never be laid "in English earth." 3 The world of monsters. 4 i.e. The fabled Bellerus: a giant's name, said to be coined from Bellerium (Cornwall). 5 St. Michael's Mount, Cornwall. 6 Both near Cape Finisterre. 7 St. Michael. Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; And yet anon repairs his drooping head And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills While the still morn went out with sandals gray; 1 The favourite dialect of pastoral poems: hence, pastoral. 2 See note 1, p. 28. 9. THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL PRELUDE TO PART FIRST OVER his keys the musing organist, And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay: Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervour, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth Heaven with all its splendours lie; 1 Over our manhood bend the skies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives; Waits with its benedicite; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea. Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us : At the devil's booth are all things sold: 1 See Wordsworth's Ode on Intimations of Immortality. |