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COWPER'S TABLE TALK.
AGES elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd,
THE SAME AUTHOR'S TASK, B. III.
pure fountain of eternal love, eyes indeed; and, viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a GOD to man,
Gives HIM his praise, and forfeits not her own. Learning has borne such fruit in other days
On all her branches: Piety has found
Friends in the friends of science, and true prayer
And in his word sagacious. Such too thine,
THE 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 metre ; graced indeed since by the use of some famous modern poets, carried away by custom, but much to their own vexation, hindrance, and constraint to express many things otherwise, and for the most part worse than else they would have expressed them. Not without cause, therefore, some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme both in longer and shorter works: as have also long since our best English tragedies; as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial, and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables,
* The first edition of Paradise Lost, in 1667, was without this apology for the verse. In 1668, when a new title-page was prefixed to the edition, it was added with the following address of the printer to the reader: "Courteous Reader, there was no Argument at first intended to the Book; but for the satisfaction of many that have desired it, I have procured it, and withal a reason of that which stumbled many others, why the Poem rimes not."
+ Milton is here thought by Mr. Todd, to mean the tragedies of Shakspeare, which he commends in Il Penseroso as having" ennobled the buskin'd stage."
and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings; a fault avoided by the learned ancients, both in poetry and all good oratory. This neglect then of rhyme so little is to be taken for a defect (though it may seem so perhaps to vulgar readers), that it is rather to be esteemed an example set, the first in English, of ancient liberty recovered to heroic poem, from the troublesome and modern bondage of rhyming.
The first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole subject, Man's disobedience, and the loss thereupon of Paradise wherein he was placed: then touches the prime cause of his Fall, the Serpent, or rather Satan in the serpent; who, revolting from God, and drawing to his side many legions of angels, was, by the command of God, driven out of heaven, with all his crew, into the great deep. Which action passed over, the Poem hastens into the midst of things, presenting Satan with his angels now falling into hell; described here, not in the centre (for heaven and earth may be supposed as yet not made, certainly not yet accursed), but in a place of utter darkness, fitliest called Chaos here Satan, with his angels, lying on the burning lake, thunder-struck and astonished, after a certain space recovers, as from confusion; calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by him. They confer of their miserable fall. Satan awakens all his legions; who lay till then in the same manner confounded. They rise; their numbers; array of battle; their chief leaders named, according to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and the countries adjoining. To these Satan directs his speech; comforts them with hope yet of regaining heaven; but tells them lastly of a new world and new kind of creature to be created, according to an ancient prophecy or report in heaven for, that angels were long before this visible creation, was the opinion of many ancient Fathers. To find out the truth of this prophecy, and what to determine thereon, he refers to a full council. What his associates thence attempt. Pandemonium, the palace of Satan, rises, suddenly built out of the deep. The infernal peers there sit in council.
OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
That shepherd; who first taught the chosen seed,
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd
Say first, for heaven hides nothing from thy view,
The mother of mankind, what time his pride