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UI legis Amiffam Paradifum, grandia Carmina Miltoni, quid nifi cuncta leg Res cunctas, & cunctarum primordia rerum, Et fata, & fines continet ifte liber. Intima panduntur magni penetralia mundi, Scribitur & toto quicquid in orbe latet: Terræque, tractufque maris, cœlumque profu Sulphureumque Erebi, flammivomumque fj Quæque colunt terras, pontumque, & Tartara Quæque colunt fummi lucida regna poli: Et quodcunque ullis conclufum eft finibus ufq Et fine fine Chaos, & fine fine Deus: Er fine fine magis, fi quid magis eft fine fine, In Chrifto erga homines conciliatus amor. Hec qui fperaret quis crederet effe futura?
Et tamen hæc hodie terra Britanna legit. O quantos in bella duces! quæ protulit arına Quæ canit, & quanta prælia dira tuba! Cœleftes acies! atque in certamine cœlum! quæ coeleftes pugna deceret agros! Quantus in æthereis tollit fe Lucifer armis! Atque ipfo graditur vix Michaële minor! Quantis, & quam funeftis concurritur iris, Dum ferus hic ftellas protegit, ille rapit!
Dum vulfos montes ceu tela reciproca torquent,
Excidit attonitis mens omnis, & impetus omnis,
Ad pœnas fugiunt, & ceu foret Orcus afylum,
Cedite Romani Scriptores, cedite Graii,
SAMUEL BARROW, M. D.
ON PARADISE LOST.
Heaven, Hell, Earth, Chaos, all; the argument
Yet as I read, ftill growing lefs fevere,
Or if a work fo infinite he spann'd,
So that no room is here for writers left,.
But to detect their ignorance or theft.
That majefty which through thy work doth reign, Draws the devout, deterring the profane. And things divine thou treat't of in fuch state As them preferves, and thee, inviolate. At once delight and horror on us feize, Thou fing'st with so much gravity and ease And above human flight doft foar aloft With plume so strong, fo equal, and fo foft. The bird nam'd from that Paradise you fing So never flags, but always keeps on wing. A a
Where couldst thou words of fuch a compass find?
Well might'st thou scorn thy readers to allure
To Mr. JOHN MILTON, On his Poem entitled PARADISE LOST. “ལྟ ཟྭ
Thou! the wonder of the
The labyrinth perplex'd of Heaven's decrees;
F. C. 1680.
HE measure is English heroic verse without rhyme, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin; rhyme being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame meter; graced indeed fince by the ufe of fome famous modern poets, carried away by cuftom, but much to their own vexation, hindrance, and constraint to exprefs many things otherwife, and for the most part worse than else they would have expreffed them. Not without caufe therefore fome both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme both in longer and fhorter works, as have also long fince our beft English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true mufical delight; which confists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of fyllables, and the fense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling found of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned Ancients both in poetry and all good oratory. This neglect then VOL. I. of