He soon Saw within ken a glorious Angel stand, The same whom John saw also in the sun : Circled his head, nor less his locks behind Glad was the spirit impure, as now in hope His journey's end, and our beginning woe. In curls on either cheek play'd; wings he wore The figures introduced here have all the elegance and precision of a Greek statue; glossy and impurpled, tinged with golden light, and musical as the strings of Memnon's harp! Again, nothing can be more magnificent, more fixed and stable, than the portrait of Beelzebub: "With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear Or the comparison of Satan, as he " lay floating many a rood," to "that sea beast," "Leviathan, which God of all his works What a force of imagination is there in this last expression! What an idea it conveys of the size of that hugest of created beings, as if it shrunk up the ocean to a stream, and took up the sea in its nostrils as a very little thing! Force of style is one of Milton's greatest excellences. Hence, perhaps, he stimulates us more in the reading, and less afterwards. The way to defend Milton against all impugners, is to take down the book and read it. Milton's blank verse is the only blank verse in the language (except Shakspeare's) that deserves the name of verse. Dr. Johnson, who had modelled his ideas of versification on the regular sing-song of Pope, condemns the Paradise Lost as harsh and unequal I shall not pretend to say that this is not sometimes the case; for where a degree of excellence beyond the mechanical rules of art is attempted, the poet must sometimes fail. But I imagine that there are more perfect examples in Milton of musical expression, or of an adaptation of the sound and movement of the verse to the meaning of the passage, than in all our other writers, whether of rhyme or blank verse, put together, (with the exception already mentioned.) Spenser is the most harmonious of our poets, as Dryden is the most sounding and varied of our rhymists. But in neither is there any thing like the same ear for music, the same power of approximating the varieties of poetical to those of musical rhythm, as there is in our great epic poet. The sound of his lines is moulded into the expression of the sentiment, almost of the very image. They rise or fall, pause or hurry rapidly on, with exquisite art, but without the least trick or affectation, as the occasion seems to require. In Heaven by many a tower'd structure high;— In ancient Greece: and in the Ausonian land Men called him Mulciber: and how he fell To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, 66 But chief the spacious hall Or dreams he sees, while over-head the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course: they on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds." I can only give another instance, though I have some difficulty in leaving off. "Round he surveys (and well might, where he stood Of night's extended shade) from th' eastern point Beyond the horizon: then from pole to pole Stars distant, but nigh hand seem'd other worlds; The verse, in this exquisitely modulated passage, floats up and down as if it had itself wings. Milton has himself given us the theory of his versification "Such as the meeting soul may pierce Dr. Johnson and Pope would have converted his vaulting Pegasus into a rocking-horse. Read any other blank verse but Milton's,-Thomson's, Young's, Cowper's, Wordsworth's,—and it will be found, from the want of the same insight into |