And sullen Moloch fled,
Hath left in shadows dread

His burning idol all of blackest h In vain with cymbals ring

They call the grisly king,

In dismal dance about the furnac The brutish Gods of Nile as fast,

Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis

Nor is Osiris seen

XXIV.

In Memphian grove or green,
Trampling the unshow'r'd grass
Nor can he be at rest
Within his sacred chest,

Nought but profoundest hell can be In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his wor

200 mooned] Milton added this word to our lar 215 Trampling] Benlowes's Theophila, p. 28 'Of wide hornd oxen trampling grass with 1

s from Juda's land

eaded Infant's hand,

rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ;

ch fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave; he yellow-skirted Fayes

[maze. ter the night-steeds, leaving their moon-lov'd

་

hin] T. Warton has not remarked the use of this word poetry; when it brought with it no associations of rity or burlesque. Chapman's Hom. Il. p. 113, Both ses let fall their chins.' Odyss. p. 303. 310, 'Jove his sable chin. The Ballad of Gil Morrice, 158, kiss'd baith mouth and chin,' 169, And syne she his bluidy cheeke, and syne his bluidy chin.' And s Reliques, iii. 57, 'Our Lady bore up her chinne.' shadows] M. Bowle refers to Mids. Night Dream, act ult.

'And yonder shines,' &c.

huge and hard, too hard for human

ht!

III.

15

gn priest stooping his regal head, ■'d with odorous oil down his fair eyes, y tabernacle entered,

front low-roof'd beneath the skies: mask was there, what a disguise! e; the stroke of death he must abide, im meekly down fast by his brethren's

e.

IV.

st scenes confine my roving verse, rizon is my Phœbus bound; ke acts, and his temptations fierce, er sufferings other where are found; 25 the rest Cremona's trump doth sound; er airs befit, and softer strings

viol still, more apt for mournful things.

Cremona's trump] Vida's Christiad.

And letters where my tears have was

white.

VI.

See, see the chariot, and those rush That whirl'd the Prophet up at Chel My spirit some transporting Cherub To bear me where the tow'rs of Sale Once glorious tow'rs, now sunk in gu There doth my soul in holy vision In pensive trance, and anguish, and

VII.

Mine eye hath found that sad sepulc That was the casket of Heav'n's riche And here though grief my feeble han Yet on the soften'd quarry would I so My plaining verse as lively as before;

30 Over] So P. L. iv. 609.

'And o'er the dark her silver mantle throu