Love, free as air, at fight of human ties, All then is full, poffeffing and poffeft, 75 81 85 91 NOTES. Ev'n te purè, non tua concupifcens. Non matrimonii fœdera, non dotes aliquas expectavi. Et fi uxoris nomen fanctius videtur, dulcius mihi femper extitit amicæ vocabulum, aut, fi non indigneris, concubinæ vel fcorti. Pope has added an injudicious thought about Cupid; mythology is here much out of its place. VER. 88. Make me mistress] From her letters. VER. 75. IMITATIONS. WARTON. "Love will not be confin'd by Maisterie: Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, Alas how chang'd! what fudden horrors rife! 100 105 Canft thou forget that fad, that folemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay? Canft thou forget what tears that moment fell, When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell? As with cold lips 1 kifs'd the facred veil, The fhrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale: Heav'n scarce believ'd the Conqueft it furvey'd, And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made. NOTES. III Yet VER. 100. A naked Lover] One cannot forbear wishing, that, notwithstanding all the dexterity and management our poet has exerted on the occafion, thefe fix lines had been omitted. WARTON. VER. 108. Yon altar's] The altar of Paraclete, fays Mr. Ber rington, did not then exift; they were not profeffed at the fame. time or place; one was at Argenteuil, the other at St. Denys. WARTON. VER. 111. As with cold lips] This defcription of the folemnity of her taking the veil, the prognoftics that attended it, her paffion intruding itself in the midst of her devotion, VER. 115; the fudden check to her paffion, VER. 125; need not be pointed out to any reader of fenfibility, and lover of true poetry. WARTON. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the Crofs my eyes were fix'd, but you: 115 Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe; Thofe ftill at least are left thee to bestow. Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie, Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be prefs'd; 120 125 Ah think at least thy flock deferves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r, 130 From the falfe world in early youth they fled, By thee to mountains, wilds, and deferts led. You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the defert fmil'd, And Paradife was open'd in the Wild. No weeping orphan faw his father's stores 135 But NOTES. VER. 133. You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls;] He founded the Monaftery. POPE. VER. 136. Our brines irradiate,] Non magis auro fulgentia atque ebore, fimulacra, quàm lucos, & in iis filentia ipfa adoramus, fays Pliny very finely of places of worship. WARTON. 140 But fuch plain roofs as piety could raise, NOTES. 145 150 But VER. 141. In thefe lone] All the images drawn from the Convent, from this line down to line 170, and particularly the perfoni. fication of Melancholy, expanding her dreadful wings over its whole circuit, cannot be fufficiently applauded. The fine epithet, browner horror, is from Dryden. It is amufing to read with this paffage Mr. Gray's excellent Account of his Vifit to the Grande Chartreufe. Works, 4to. p. 67. These exquifite lines will be highly relished by all thofe, Who never fail To walk the ftudious cloysters pale, And bring all heav'n before mine eyes. Il Penferofo, v. 155. 156 But why should I on others pray'rs depend? But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, NOTES. 160 165 Her VER. 152. Come thou, &c.] The mellifluence and folemn cadence of the verfe, the dramatic tranfitions, the judicious contrafts, the language of genuine paffion, uttered in the fweetest flow of mufic, and the pervading folemnity and grandeur of the poetical and picturesque scenery, give this Poem a wonderfu charm, and exemplify Pope's observation in his Essay on Criticism, "there is a happiness as well as care.” PARALLEL PASSAGES. VER. 166. A death-like filence,] Caligine mixtus Horrorem ingeminat Terribilis requies, et vafta filentia cingant. Verfes by Charles Bainbrigg, on the death of Edward King, STEVENS. |