_Comus_ (1634), another of the Horton poems, is to many readers the most interesting of Milton"s works. In form it is a masque, that is, a dramatic poem intended to be staged to the accompaniment of music; in execution it is the most perfect of all such poems inspired by the Elizabethan love of pageants. We may regard it, therefore, as a late echo of the Elizabethan drama, which, like many another echo, is sweeter though fainter than the original. It was performed at Ludlow Castle, before the Earl of Bridgewater, and was suggested by an accident to the Earl"s children, a simple accident, in which Milton saw the possibility of "turning the common dust of opportunity to gold."
The story is that of a girl who becomes separated from her brothers in a wood, and is soon lost. The magician Comus [Footnote: In mythology Comus, the G.o.d of revelry, was represented as the son of Dionysus (Bacchus, G.o.d of wine), and the witch Circe. In Greek poetry Comus is the leader of any gay band of satyrs or dancers.
Milton"s masque of _Comus_ was influenced by a similar story in Peele"s _Old Wives" Tale_, by Spenser"s "Palace of Pleasure" in _The Faery Queen_ (see above "Sir Guyon" in Chapter IV), and by Homer"s story of the witch Circe in the _Odyssey_.] appears with his band of revelers, and tries to bewitch the girl, to make her like one of his own brutish followers. She is protected by her own purity, is watched over by the Attendant Spirit, and finally rescued by her brothers. The story is somewhat like that of the old ballad of "The Children in the Wood," but it is here transformed into a kind of morality play.
[Sidenote: COMUS AND THE TEMPEST]
In this masque may everywhere be seen the influence of Milton"s predecessors and the stamp of his own independence; his Puritan spirit also, which must add a moral to the old pagan tales. Thus, Miranda wandering about the enchanted isle (in Shakespeare"s _The Tempest_) hears strange, harmonious echoes, to which Caliban gives expression:
The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand tw.a.n.gling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.
The bewildered girl in _Comus_ also hears mysterious voices, and has glimpses of a world not her own; but, like Sir Guyon of _The Faery Queen_, she is on moral guard against all such deceptions:
A thousand phantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men"s names On sands and sh.o.r.es and desert wildernesses.
These thoughts may startle well but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong-siding champion, Conscience.
Again, in _The Tempest_ we meet "the frisky spirit" Ariel, who sings of his coming freedom from Prospero"s service:
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip"s bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry.
On a bat"s back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
[Ill.u.s.tration: LUDLOW CASTLE]
The Attendant Spirit in _Comus_ has something of Ariel"s gayety, but his joy is deeper-seated; he serves not the magician Prospero but the Almighty, and comes gladly to earth in fulfilment of the divine promise, "He shall give His angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways."
When his work is done he vanishes, like Ariel, but with a song which shows the difference between the Elizabethan, or Renaissance, conception of sensuous beauty (that is, beauty which appeals to the physical senses) and the Puritan"s idea of moral beauty, which appeals to the soul:
Now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth"s end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue; she alone is free: She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
[Sidenote: LYCIDAS]
_Lycidas_ (1637), last of the Horton poems, is an elegy occasioned by the death of one who had been Milton"s fellow student at Cambridge. It was an old college custom to celebrate important events by publishing a collection of Latin or English poems, and _Lycidas_ may be regarded as Milton"s wreath, which he offered to the memory of his cla.s.smate and to his university. The poem is beautifully fashioned, and is greatly admired for its cla.s.sic form; but it is cold as any monument, without a touch of human grief or sympathy. Probably few modern readers will care for it as they care for Tennyson"s _In Memoriam_, a less perfect elegy, but one into which love enters as well as art. Other notable English elegies are the _Thyrsis_ of Matthew Arnold and the _Adonais_ of Sh.e.l.ley.
MILTON"S LEFT HAND. This expression was used by Milton to designate certain prose works written in the middle period of his life, at a time of turmoil and danger. These works have magnificent pa.s.sages which show the power and the harmony of our English speech, but they are marred by other pa.s.sages of bitter raillery and invective. The most famous of all these works is the n.o.ble plea called _Areopagitica:_ [Footnote: From the Areopagus or forum of Athens, the place of public appeal. This was the "Mars Hill" from which St. Paul addressed the Athenians, as recorded in the Book of Acts.]
_a Speech for the Liberty of Unlicensed Printing_ (1644).
There was a law in Milton"s day forbidding the printing of any work until it had been approved by the official Licenser of Books. Such a law may have been beneficial at times, but during the seventeenth century it was another instrument of tyranny, since no Licenser would allow anything to be printed against his particular church or government. When _Areopagitica_ was written the Puritans of the Long Parliament were virtually rulers of England, and Milton pleaded with his own party for the free expression of every honest opinion, for liberty in all wholesome pleasures, and for tolerance in religious matters. His stern confidence in truth, that she will not be weakened but strengthened by attack, is summarized in the famous sentence, "I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue."
Two interesting matters concerning _Areopagitica_ are: first, that this eloquent plea for the freedom of printing had to be issued in defiance of law, without a license; and second, that Milton was himself, a few years later, under Cromwell"s iron government, a censor of the press.
[Sidenote: THE SONNETS]
Milton"s rare sonnets seem to belong to this middle period of strife, though some of them were written earlier. Since Wyatt and Surrey had brought the Italian sonnet to England this form of verse had been employed to sing of love; but with Milton it became a heroic utterance, a trumpet Wordsworth calls it, summoning men to virtue, to patriotism, to stern action. The most personal of these sonnets are "On Having Arrived at the Age of Twenty-three," "On his Blindness" and "To Cyriack Skinner"; the most romantic is "To the Nightingale"; others that are especially noteworthy are "On the Late Ma.s.sacre," "On his Deceased Wife" [Footnote: This beautiful sonnet was written to his second wife, not to Mary Powell.] and "To Cromwell." The spirit of these sonnets, in contrast with those of Elizabethan times, is finely expressed by Landor in the lines:
Few his words, but strong, And sounding through all ages and all climes; He caught the sonnet from the dainty hand Of Love, who cried to lose it, and he gave the notes To Glory.
MILTON"S LATER POETRY. [Footnote: The three poems of Milton"s later life are _Paradise Lost_, _Paradise Regained_ and _Samson Agonistes_. The last-named has been referred to above under "His Masterpiece". _Paradise Regained_ contains some n.o.ble pa.s.sages, but is inferior to _Paradise Lost_, on which the poet"s fame chiefly rests.]
It was in 1658, the year of Cromwell"s death, when the political power of Puritanism was tottering, that Milton in his blindness began to write _Paradise Lost_. After stating his theme he begins his epic, as Virgil began the _aeneid_, in the midst of the action; so that in reading his first book it is well to have in mind an outline of the whole story, which is as follows:
[Sidenote: PLAN OF PARADISE LOST]
The scene opens in Heaven, and the time is before the creation of the world. The archangel Lucifer rebels against the Almighty, and gathers to his banner an immense company of the heavenly hosts, of angels and flaming cherubim. A stupendous three days" battle follows between rebel and loyal legions, the issue being in doubt until the Son goes forth in his chariot of victory. Lucifer and his rebels are defeated, and are hurled over the ramparts of Heaven.
Down, down through Chaos they fall "nine times the s.p.a.ce that measures day and night," until they reach the hollow vaults of h.e.l.l.
In the second act (for _Paradise Lost_ has some dramatic as well as epic construction) we follow the creation of the earth in the midst of the universe; and herein we have an echo of the old belief that the earth was the center of the solar system. Adam and Eve are formed to take in the Almighty"s affection the place of the fallen angels. They live happily in Paradise, watched over by celestial guardians. Meanwhile Lucifer and his followers are plotting revenge in h.e.l.l. They first boast valiantly, and talk of mighty war; but the revenge finally degenerates into a base plan to tempt Adam and Eve and win them over to the fallen hosts.
The third act shows Lucifer, now called Satan or the Adversary, with his infernal peers in Pandemonium, plotting the ruin of the world. He makes an astounding journey through Chaos, disguises himself in various forms of bird or beast in order to watch Adam and Eve, is detected by Ithuriel and the guardian angels, and is driven away. Thereupon he haunts vast s.p.a.ce, hiding in the shadow of the earth until his chance comes, when he creeps back into Eden by means of an underground river. Disguising himself as a serpent, he meets Eve and tempts her with the fruit of a certain "tree of knowledge," which she has been forbidden to touch. She eats the fruit and shares it with Adam; then the pair are discovered in their disobedience, and are banished from Paradise. [Footnote: In the above outline we have arranged the events in the order in which they are supposed to have occurred. Milton tells the story in a somewhat confused way. The order of the twelve books of _Paradise Lost_ is not the natural or dramatic order of the story.]
[Sidenote: MILTON"S MATERIALS]
It is evident from this outline that Milton uses material from two different sources, one an ancient legend which Caedmon employed in his Paraphrase, the other the Bible narrative of Creation. Though the latter is but a small part of the epic, it is as a fixed center about which all other interests are supposed to revolve. In reading _Paradise Lost_, therefore, with its vast scenes and colossal figures, one should keep in mind that every detail was planned by Milton to be closely related to his central theme, which is the fall of man.
In using such diverse materials Milton met with difficulties, some of which (the character of Lucifer, for example) were too great for his limited dramatic powers. In Books I and II Lucifer is a magnificent figure, the proudest in all literature, a rebel with something of celestial grandeur about him:
"Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,"
Said then the lost Archangel, "this the seat That we must change for Heaven? this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be it so, since he Who now is sovran can dispose and bid What shall be right: farthest from him is best, Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal world! and thou, profoundest h.e.l.l, Receive thy new possessor, one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of h.e.l.l, a h.e.l.l of Heaven.
What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence; Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in h.e.l.l: Better to reign in h.e.l.l than serve in Heaven."
In other books of _Paradise Lost_ the same character appears not as the heroic rebel but as the sneaking "father of lies," all his grandeur gone, creeping as a snake into Paradise or sitting in the form of an ugly toad "squat at Eve"s ear," whispering petty deceits to a woman while she sleeps. It is probable that Milton meant to show here the moral results of rebellion, but there is little in his poem to explain the sudden degeneracy from Lucifer to Satan.
[Sidenote: MATTER AND MANNER]
The reader will note, also, the strong contrast between Milton"s matter and his manner. His matter is largely mythical, and the myth is not beautiful or even interesting, but childish for the most part and frequently grotesque, as when cannon are used in the battle of the angels, or when the Almighty makes plans,
Lest unawares we lose This our high place, our sanctuary, our hill.
Indeed, all Milton"s celestial figures, with the exception of the original Lucifer, are as ba.n.a.l as those of the old miracle plays; and his Adam and Eve are dull, wooden figures that serve merely to voice the poet"s theology or moral sentiments.
In contrast with this unattractive matter, Milton"s manner is always and unmistakably "the grand manner." His imagination is lofty, his diction n.o.ble, and the epic of _Paradise Lost_ is so filled with memorable lines, with gorgeous descriptions, with pa.s.sages of unexampled majesty or harmony or eloquence, that the crude material which he injects into the Bible narrative is lost sight of in our wonder at his superb style.
THE QUALITY OF MILTON. If it be asked, What is Milton"s adjective? the word "sublime" rises to the lips as the best expression of his style. This word (from the Latin _sublimis_, meaning "exalted above the ordinary") is hard to define, but may be ill.u.s.trated from one"s familiar experience.
You stand on a hilltop overlooking a mighty landscape on which the new snow has just fallen: the forest bending beneath its soft burden, the fields all white and still, the air scintillating with light and color, the whole world so clean and pure that it seems as if G.o.d had blotted out its imperfections and adorned it for his own pleasure. That is a sublime spectacle, and the soul of man is exalted as he looks upon it. Or here in your own village you see a woman who enters a room where a child is stricken with a deadly and contagious disease. She immolates herself for the suffering one, cares for him and saves him, then lays down her own life. That is a sublime act. Or you hear of a young patriot captured and hanged by the enemy, and as they lead him forth to death he says, "I regret that I have but one life to give to my country." That is a sublime expression, and the feeling in your heart as you hear it is one of moral sublimity.
[Sidenote: SUBLIMITY]
The writer who lifts our thought and feeling above their ordinary level, who gives us an impression of outward grandeur or of moral exaltation, is a sublime writer, has a sublime style; and Milton more than any other poet deserves the adjective. His scenes are immeasurable; mountain, sea and forest are but his playthings; his imagination hesitates not to paint Chaos, Heaven, h.e.l.l, the widespread Universe in which our world hangs like a pendant star and across which stretches the Milky Way:
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars.
No other poet could find suitable words for such vast themes, but Milton never falters. Read the a.s.sembly of the fallen hosts before Lucifer in Book I of _Paradise Lost_, or the opening of h.e.l.lgates in Book II, or the invocation to light in Book III, or Satan"s invocation to the sun in Book IV, or the morning hymn of Adam and Eve in Book V; or open _Paradise Lost_ anywhere, and you shall soon find some pa.s.sage which, by the grandeur of its scene or by the exalted feeling of the poet as he describes it, awakens in you the feeling of sublimity.
[Sidenote: HARMONY]
The harmony of Milton"s verse is its second notable quality. Many of our poets use blank verse, as many other people walk, as if they had no sense of rhythm within them; but Milton, by reason of his long study and practice of music, seems to be always writing to melody. In consequence it is easy to read his most prolix pa.s.sages, as it is easy to walk over almost any kind of ground if one but keeps step to outward or inward music. Not only is Milton"s verse stately and melodious, but he is a perfect master of words, choosing them for their sound as well as for their sense, as a musician chooses different instruments to express different emotions. Note these contrasting descriptions of so simple a matter as the opening of gates:
Heaven opened wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving. On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th" infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.