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Defire.

Fear.

Awe.

This longing after immortality ?

Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror
Of falling into nought ?-Why shrinks the soul ·
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
"Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;

"Tis Heav'n itself that points cut an Hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.

*Satisfact. (1) Eternity!thou pleasing*dreadful thought!

tapprehen.

Curiofity. Through what variety of untry'd being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass?

Anxiety.

The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. *Courage. Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us ; And that there is, all nature cries aloud

+Venera.

Satisfact.

Anxiety.

*

Through all her works-He must delight in

virtue.

And that, which He delights in, must be happy. But when or where! This world was made for Cæsar.

*Courage. I'm weary of conjectures.This must end them, [Laying his hand on his sword.] Firmness. Thus am I doubly arm'd. (2) My death, my

Comfort.

life;

My bane and antidote: are both before me; Apprehen. This in a moment, brings me to an end. Whilst this informs me, I shall never die. Noble. The soul (3) secur'd in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. Triumph. The stars (4) shall fade away, the Sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years; But thou(5) shalt flourish in immortal youth,

Pride.

(1)" Eternity!-thou pleasing,," &c. requires an eye fixed with profound thoughtfulness, on one point, throughout this line.

(2)- My death, my life, &c. Long paufes between, and pointing, or looking at the fword, in pronouncing "my death," and at the book, in pronouncing "my life," and so in "my bane, and antidote," and in the two following lines.

(3) "The foul, &c. may be pronounced with the right hand laid upon the breast.

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(4) "The flars," &c. may be fpoken with the eyes raised toward Heaven, and the arms moderately pread. (5)" thou shalt flourish," &c. The r

ght hand upon the breast.

(1) Unhurt amidst the war of elements,

The wreck of nature, and the crush (2) of worlds.

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Satan's speech to Death, stopping his passage
through the gates of hell; with the answer.
(Milt. Parad. Loft. B. II. v. 681.)

WHENCE, and what art thou, execrable Quest with

shape,

That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Anger-
Thy miscreated front athwart my way

To yonder gates? Through them I mean to pass, Refolution.
That be assur'd, without leave ask'd of thee.

Retire, (3) or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,
Hell-born, not to contend with spirits of Heav'n.
To whom the goblin, full of wrath, reply'd,
"Art thou that traitor Angel, art thou He,
Who first broke peace in Heav'n, and faith till

then

Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms

Drew after him the third part of Heaven's sons,
Conjur'd against the Highest, for which both

thou

Contempt.

Anger.

Contempt

And they, outcast from God, are here condemn'd
To waste eternal days in woe and pain ?
And reckon'st thou thyself with spirits of Heav'n, with Anger
Hell-doom'd, and breath'st defiance here and scorn,
Where I reign king, and to enrage thee more,
Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive (4) and to thy speed add wings,
Lest with a whip of scorpions, I pursue

Thy ling ring, or with one stroke of this dart
Strange horror sieze thee, and pangs unfelt be-
fore."

(1) "Unhurt," &c. The arms fpread again as before.

(2 "The crush," &c. The hands brought together with force. (3) "Retire," is to be spoken as a whole fenience, and with the greatest force of threatening. See Anger, page 29.

(4)" and to thy speed," to be fpoken quick.

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Pride.

Threaten

XXXIX.

DEPRECATION.

RECOLLECTION.

Exclam.

The speech of Sin to Satan, to prevent an hostile encounter between the latter and Death; with the effect of her speech.

(Milt. PARA. LOST. B. II. v. 726.) "(1) Father, what intends thy hand," (she

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cry'd)

Reproof. Against thy only son? What fury, O son,
Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart

Against thy father's head? And know'st for
whom;

Vexation. For Him who sits above, and laughs the while
At thee ordain'd his drudge, to execute

Alarm.
Narration.

Whate'er his wrath, which he calls justice, bids;
His wrath; which one day, will destroy ye both.”

She spake, and at her words the hellish pest Forbore. Then these to her, Satan return'd; Surprise. "So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange Thou interposest, that my sudden hand

Recollect. Prevented, spares to tell thee yet by deeds
What it intends; till first I know of thee,
Queftion. What thing thou art, thus double form'd, and why
In this infernal vale first met, thou call'st
Me father, and that phantasm call'st my son,
I know thee not; nor ever saw, till now.
Averfion. Sight more detestable than him and thee.'

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VEXATION.

XL.
PERTNESS.

CRINGING.

Gratitude.

Part of Mr. Pope's complaint of the impertinence of fcribblers.

FRIEND (2) to my life! (which did not you

prolong,

(3) The world had wanted many an idle song)

(1) "O Father,"&c. must be fpoken quick, as people do, when they mean to prevent imminent mifchief.

(2) Dr. Arbuthnot.

(3) The world had wanted."-Thus far ought to be spoken with great emphafis, as if fomewhat very important were com

What drop, or nostrum, can this plague remove?
Or which must end me, a fool's wrath, or love?
A dire dilemma! Either way I'm sped;

If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead.
Seiz'd and try'd down to judge, how wretched I,
Who can't be silent, and who will not lie.
To laugh were want of goodness, and of grace;
And to be grave exceeds all pow'r of face.
I sit with sad civility. I read

(1) With serious anguish, and an aching head;
Then drop at last, but in unwilling ears,

This saving counsel. "Keep your piece nine Advifing years," (2)

"Nine years!" cries he, who high in Drury- Off. with

Lane,

Lull'd by soft ephyrs through the broken pane,
Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before term ends,
Oblig'd by hunger and request of friends;
"The piece, you think, is incorrect. Why

take it,

Surprife.

Pertnefs.

I'm all submission; what you'd have it, make it. Cringing.
Three things another's modest wishes bound;

My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound.
Pitholeon (3) sends to me; "You know his
Grace,

I want a patron-ask him for a place."

Vexation.

Cringing.

Offence.

"Pitholeon libell'd me- "But here's a letter Cringing. "Informs you, Sir, 'twas when he knew no

better.

Dare you refuse him? (4) Curl invites to dine;
He'll write a Journal, or he'll turn divine."
Bless me! A packet! "Tis a stranger sues;
A virgin tragedy: an orphan muse.

"

ing; and the remaining part of the line, "many an idle fong," in a ludicrous manner,

(1) With ferious anguish," &c. may be spoken as if fick. See Sick efs, page 32.

(2) Alluding to Horace's "Nonumque prematur in annum. (3) Pitholeon. The name of a foolish ancient poet.

(4) "Curl invites," &c. Mr. Pope was, it feem, ill ufed by Curl, a bookfeller-by the writer of a Journal News-paper-and by a "Parfon much bemus'd in .beer."

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Anger.

Cringing.

Comfort.

Anger.

Cringing.

Excufe.

If I dislike it, "" Furies, death, and rage!
If I approve," Commend it to the stage."
There, thank my stars, my whole commission ends!
The players and I are luckily, no friends,
Fir'd that the house reject him, "Sdeath! I'l
print it,

And shame the fools-Your int'rest, Sir, with

Lintot."

"Lintot (dull rogue !) will think your price too

'much,'

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Cringing. "Not if you, Sir, revise it and retouch."
Vexation. All my demurs but double his attacks;
Wheedling At last he whispers, "Do ; and we go
Offence. Glad of a quarrel, straight I clap the door;

Difmiffion

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snacks."

Sir, let me see you, and your works no more."

XLI.

REFLECTION

ON LOST HAPPINESS.

TION. HORROR.

SELF-CONDEMNADESPERATION.

Satan's Soliloquy. (Milt. PARAD. LOST. B. IV. v. 32)

Admiration Thou, that with surpassing glory crown'd,
O
Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god

Hatred.

Painful.

Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminish'd heads; to thee I call,
But with no friendly voice, and add thy name,
O Sun, to tell thee, how I hate thy beams,

That bring to my remembrance from what state

Reflection. I fell; how glorious once above thy sphere; demnation Till pride and worse ambition threw me down;

Self Con

my.

Warring in heaven'gainst heaven's matchless king. Ah wherefore! He deserv'd no such return Vindication From me, whom he created what I was of an ene- In that right eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, Self con- How justly due! yet all his good in me Produc'd rank malice; lifted up so high,

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