...Arethnfe and Mincius, nor tells of rough falyrs and fauns with cloven heel. Where there is leifure for fiction there is little grief. In this poem there is no nalkire, for there is no truth ; there is no art, for there is nothing new. Its form is that of a paftoral,...

...rough satyr* \fims-Mth cloven fuel. Where there is leisure for fiction there is little grief. luftts poem there is no nature, for there is no truth, there is no art, for there ing new. Its form is of that a of pastoral, easy, vulgar, and therrfore instating; whatever images...

...effusion of real passion ; for passion runs not after remote allusions and obscure opinions. Passion plucks no berries from the myrtle and ivy, nor calls upon Arethuse and Minucius, nor tells of rough satyrs and_/azflw with cloven heel. Where there is leisure for fiction...

...effusion of real passion ;. for passion runs not after remote allusions and obscure opinions. Passion plucks no berries from the myrtle and ivy, nor calls upon Arethuse and Mincius, nor tells of rough tatyrs and fauns with eleven heel. Where there is leisure for fiction, there is little grief. In this...

...effusion of real passion ; for passion runs not after remote allusions and obscare opinions. Passion plucks no berries from the myrtle and ivy, nor calls upon Arethuse and Mmcius, nor tells of rough saty rs' and fauns with clovrn keel. Where there is leisure for fiction...

...allusions and obscure opinions. Passion plucks no berries from the myrtle and ivy, nor calls upon Arcthuse and Mincius, nor tells of rough satyrs and fauns with...for there is no truth ; there is no art, for there ii nothing new. Its form is that of a pastoral ; easy, vulgar, and therefore disgusting ; whatever...

...effusion of real passion ; for passion runs not after remote allusions and obscure opinions. Passion plucks no berries from the myrtle and ivy, nor calls upon Arethuse and Mincius, nor tells of rough sa~ tyrs and fauns with cloven heel. Where there is leisure for fiction, there is little grief. In...

...effusion of real passion; for passion runs not after remote allusions and obscure opinions. Passion plucks no berries from the myrtle and ivy, nor calls...Arethuse and Mincius, nor tells of rough satyrs and fawns with cloven heel. Where there is leisure for fiction, there is little grief. In this poem there...

...there is perhaps more poetry than sorrow. But let us read it for its poetry. It is true, that passion plucks no berries from the myrtle and ivy, nor calls...upon Arethuse and Mincius, nor tells of rough Satyrs Kith cloven heel. But poetry does this; and in the hands of Milton, does it with a peculiar and irresistible...

...effusion of real passion ; for passion runs not after remote allusions and obscure opinions. Passion plucks no berries from the myrtle and ivy, nor calls...there is leisure for fiction, there is little grief. d With the exception of Comus, in which, Dr. J. afterwards says, may very plainly be discovered the...