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Ruin, and desperation, and dismay, Who durst so proudly tempt the Son of God. So Satan fell; and straight a fiery globe Of angels on full sail of wing flew nigh, Who on their plumy vans receiv'd him soft From his uneasy station, and upbore As on a floating couch through the blithe air; 585 Then in a flow'ry valley set him down On a green bank, and set before him spread A table of celestial food, divine, Ambrosial fruits, fetch'd from the tree of life, And from the fount of life ambrosial drink, That soon refresh'd him wearied, and repair'd What hunger, if aught hunger had impair’d, Or thirst; and, as he fed, angelic quires Sung heav'nly anthems of his victory Over temptation and the tempter proud.
True Image of the father, whether thron'd In the bosom of bliss, and light of light 581 globe] G. Fletcher's Christ's Triumph, st. xiii.
- out there flies A globe of winged angels swift as thought.' Todd. 583 him] This inaccuracy has been remarked; and that him must refer to Satan; therefore I would suppose that him is used emphatically—so Satan fell ; but angels received him, and upbore. 587 spread] G. Fletcher's Christ's Triumph, &c. st. 61.
• But to their Lord, now musing in his thought,
Conceiving, or remote from heav'n, enshrin'd
605 debel] Virg. Æn. vi. 853.
Debellare superbos.' Newton
Shall chase thee with the terror of his voice
Thus they the Son of God our Saviour meek
ADDITIONAL NOTE ON PARADISE LOST.
B. I. ver. 46. With hideous ruin and combustion] So in an Order of the two Houses, &c., in 1642, apud Clarendon's Hist. of the Reb. üi. 46, ed. 1826. and thereby to bring the whole kingdom into utter ruin and combustion. A. Dyce.
A DRAMATIC POEM.
Tpayadla pulumois apágens otrovdalas, &c.
Aristot. Poet. cap
Tragedia est imitatio actionis seriæ, &c. per misericordiam et metun.
perficiens talium affectuum lustrationem.
OF THAT SORT OF DRAMATIC POEM WHICH IS
TRAGEDY, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems; therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and such like passions, that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated. Nor is nature wanting in her own effects to make good his assertion; for so in physic, things of melancholic hue and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt to remove salt humours. Hence philosophers and other gravest writers, as Cicero, Plutarch, and others, frequently cite out of tragic poets, both to adorn and illustrate their discourse. The apostle Paul himself thought it not unworthy to insert a verse of Euripides into the text of holy scripture, 1 Cor. xv. 33; and Paræus, commenting on the Revelation, divides the whole book, as a tragedy, into acts, distinguished each by a chorus of heavenly harpings and song between. Heretofore men in highest dignity have laboured not a little to be thought able to compose a tragedy. Of that honour Dionysius the elder was no less ambitious,