They are black Vesper's pageants.
They are the poems of John Donne. Nothing could be further from the manner of Milton, or less likely to overcome his own positive imagination. Here are two examples of Donne's best poetic manner:--
But yet thou canst not die, I know;
To leave this world behind, is death;
But when thou from this world wilt go,
The whole world vapours with thy breath.
And again:--
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame