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that of Moloch or of Belial, with whom in : peau de fact they exist in equally substantial being.
l'he whole of the machinery of Homer has been explained into allegory; and the Grecian bard, when he desolates the camp of the Greeks with the arrows of Apollo, is as open
to reprehension as the English, when he open is een poses
poses the progress of Satan with the dart of Death: in the first instance, the plain fact to
be related is the ravage of a pestilence; and di
in the last, the danger of annihilation to which the adventurous Archangel was exposed by the attempt to break from his pri
If any authority were wanted to support Milton in this particular exertion of his poetic prerogative, it might easily be obtained from the sacred scriptures. In these Sin is distinctly personified in more than one place, and Death is not only described as the last enemy whom the Son of God is to vanquish; but, in a dreadfully sublime passage in the Apocalypse, is invested with specific and foróidable agency,
upon a pale horse, with all hell following in his train.
With Addison, I have always regretted the discontinuance of the story in vision, at the commencement of the twelfth book; and have regarded the circumstance, whether resulting from apprehended difficulty or from error in the great poet's judgment,
as forming a blemish in the work and conducting it with abated vigour to the goal. But to suggest the defects of this glorious poem would be a short labour, while a display of its beauties would occupy a volume. With respect to grandeur of conception, it must be regarded as the first, or to the general exhibition of intellectual power, as, unquestionably, the second among all the productions of human genius; while, in the subordinate excellencies of composition, it will be found to yield the precedency only to the wonderful Iliad, or to the august and polished Æneid. If we reflect, indeed, on the greatly inferior language, in which the English
poet lias been compelled to embody the creation of his brain, we shall be much more surprised at the approach in perfection which he has made to the poetic diction of the two mighty masters of heroic song, than at his acknowledged inability to exalt the beauty and harmony of his muse into a doubtful competition with theirs.
In the second edition of the Paradise Lost, which was published as we have already suggested, in 1674, the author divided
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2 When I make this assertion I am not ignorant of the great and daring imagination of Dante, of the sportive and afiluant fancy of Ariosto; of the powerful yet regulated and classic gen nius of Tasso.
Of rend'ring "My disso
the seventh and the tenth book, for the purod pose of breaking the length of their narrasübut tion, each into two; and thus changed the
original distribution of his work from ten
into twelve books, On this new arrangeaucoup
ment, the addition of a few lines became necessary to form a regular opening to the eighth and the twelfth book; and these nine verses, for such is their number, with six has his papers
The additional Lines are the following ones included between
Though bent on speed: so here th’ Archangel paused"
Book. V. v. 637.
Book XI. v.484.
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others, inserted partly in the fifth book, and partly in the eleventh, constituted all the
cidental deviat alterations, deemed necessary by the poet,
may unwai in that mighty production of his mind, on which his fame with posterity was princi- a very inadequ pally to rest and which formed the great and the crowning exploit of his life. The Paradise Lost, therefore, may be contemplated with more wonder as springing, like another Pallas, in a state of full maturity from the head of its mighty father, and proudly relinquishing every subsequent demand on him for the assistance of parental affection. I notice this circumstance indeed, which has been ! Bentley, inde remarked before me by Fenton, rather for its curiosity than to detract from the merit of those, who make their advances to relative perfection by frequent and laborious revision. The final excellence of the work is all with which the world is concerned; and the existence of the mental
which eventually accomplishes the object, is all that respects the reputation of the writer,
That, under the disadvantage of blindness, the poet should be able to preserve entire the combination of such a poem as the Paradise Lost, is, indeed, a just subject of surprise. In compositions of any length, in which strict unity of design is required, the author, after the first construction of his fable,
ferent parts o the rebel Ang ness of the illustriously ing instances
A modern Fre calls the Paradise has neither cours faults that of tert is impossible to To what cause a critic! It seems ject in union w proceed from no pilar regard by
has his papers before him to correct those accidental deviations from his course, into which he may unwarily have been betrayed. But without this resource against error, and with a very inadequate substitute for it in the occasional readings of a friend, Milton must have retained in his memory all the intricacies of his fable; and have seen them all, during the time of composition, in one strong point of concentrated vision. Through the whole extent of his poem no incongruity is to be detected; and all the various lines are drawn with infallible rectitude to their just point. Bentley, indeed, imagined that he had discovered inconsistency in the relations, in different parts of the poem, of the expulsion of the rebel Angels from heaven: but the acuteness of the great critic, which had been so illustriously displayed in a variety of preceding instances, failed him in this; as it did in almost every other when it was exercised on
A modern French critic (La Harpe in his Lyceum, vol. xiv.) calls the Paradise Lost a shapeless production,--a poem which has neither course nor, plan; and vvhich-joins to many other faults that of terminating at the end of the fifth canto, so that it is impossible to wade through what follows without languor!!! To what cause are we to impute this strange language of the critic? It seems to argue the most entire ignorance of his subject in union with the most consummate conceit: but it may proceed from nothing more than the wish of propitiating popular regard by the sacrifice of a majestic foe on the altar of national vanity.