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He circleci, four times cross'd the car of night
From pole to pole, traversing each colure ,
On th’ eighth return'd, and on the coast averse
From entrance of cherubic watch, by stealth
Found unsuspected way. There was a place,
Now not, though sin, not time, first wrought the

change,
Where Tigris at the foot of Paradise
Into a gulf shot under ground, till part
Rose up a fountain by the tree of life ;
In with the river sunk, and with it rose
Satan, involv'd in rising mist, then sought
Where to lie hid ; sea he had search'd and land
From Eden over Pontus, and the pool
Mæotis, up beyond the river Ob;
Downward as far antarctic; and in length
West from Orontes to the ocean barr'd
At Darien, thence to the land where flows
Ganges and Indus: thus the orb he roam'd
With narrow search, and with inspection deep
Consider'd every creature, which of all
Most opportune might serve his wiles, and found
The serpent subtlest beast of all the field.
Him after long debate, irresolute
Of thoughts revolv'd, his final sentence chose
Fit vessel, fittest imp of fraud, in whom
To enter, and his dark suggestions hide
From sharpest sight: for in the wily snake,
Whatever sleights none would suspicious mark,
As from his wit and native subtlety
Proceeding, which in other beasts observ'd,
Doubt might beget of diabolic power
Active within beyond the sense of brute.
Thus he resolv'd, but first from inward grief
His bursting passion into plaints thus pour'd:

earth, how like to heav'n, if not preferr'd More justly, seat worthier of gods, as built With second thoughts, reforming what was old For what God after better worse would build 3

Terrestrial heav'n, danc'd round by other heav'ns
'i hat shine, yet bear their bright officious lamps,
wight above lights, for thee alone, as seems,
lu thee concentring all their precious beams
Of sacred influence! As God in heav'n
Is centre, yet extends to all, so thou
Cent’ring receiv'st from all those orbs ; in thee,
Not in themselves, all their known virtue appears
Productive in herb, plant, and nobler birth
Of creatures animate with gradual lise
Of growth, sense, reason, all summ'd up in man.
With what delight could I have walk’d thee round,
If I could joy.in aught, sweet interchange
Of hill and valley, rivers, woods and plains,
Now land, now sea, and shores with forests crown'd
Rocks, dens, and caves! but I in none of these
Find place or refuge ; and the more I see
Pleasures about me, so much more I feel
Torment within me, as from the hatesul siege
Of contraries; all good to me becomes
Bane, and in heav'n much worse would be my
But neither here seek I, no, nor in heav'nı
To dwell, unless by mast'ring heav'n's Supreme:
Nor hope to be myself less miserable
By what I seek, but others to make such
As I, though thereby worse to me redound:
For only in destroying 1 find ease
To my relentless thoughts; and him destroy'ů,
Or wen to what may work his utter loss,
For whom all this was made, all this will soon
Follow, as to him link'd in weal or wo,
In wo then; that destruction wide may range:
To me shall be the glory sole among
Th' infernal pow'rs, in one day to have marrid
What th' Almighty styl’d, six nights and days
Continued making, an't who knows how long
Before had been contriving, though perhaps
Not longer than since I in one night freed
from servitude inglorious, well nigh half

state

In

Th' angelic name, and thinner left the throng
(f his adorers ; he to be aveng'd,
And to repair his numbers thus impair’d,
Whether such virtue spent of old now tail'd
More angels to create, if they at least
Are his created, or to spite us more,
Determin'd to advance into our room
A creature form'd of eart! and him endow,
Exalted from so base original,
With heav'nly spoils, our spoils, what he decreed
He effected; man he made, and for him built
Magnificent this world and earth his seat,
Him lord pronounc'd and, O, indignity!
Subjected to his service angel wings.
And flaming ministers to watch and tend
Their earthly charge : of these the vigilance
I dread, and to elude, thus wrapt in mist
Of midnight vapour glide obscure, and pry
every

bush and brake, where hap may find
The serpent sleeping in whose mazy folds
To hide me, and the dark intent I bring.
O foul descent! that I who erst contended
With gods to sit the highest, am now constrain'd
Into a beast, and mix'd with bestial slime
This essence to incarnate and imbrute,
That to the height of deity aspir’d;
But what will not ambition and revenge
Descend to ? who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd, obnoxious first or last
To basest things. Revenge, at first though swects
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils ;
Let it; I reck not, so it light well aim'd,
Since higher I fall short, on him who next
Provokes my envy, this new favourite
Of heav'n, this man of clay, son of despite,
Whom us the more to spite his Maker rais’d
From dust: spite then with spite is best repaid.

So saying, through each thicket dank or dry, Like a black mist low creeping, he held on

His midnight search, where soonest he might find
The serpent; him fast sleeping soon he found
In labyrinth of many a round self-roll’d,
His head the midst, well stor'd with subtle wiles:
Not
yet

in horrid shade or dismal den,
Nor nocent yet, but on the grassy, herb
Fearless unfear'd he slept : in at his mouth
The devil enter'd, and his brutal sense,
In heart or head, possessing soon inspir'd
With act intelligential; but his sleep
Disturb'd not, waiting close the approach of morn.

Now when as sacred light began to dawn
In Eden on the humid flow'rs, that breath'd
Their morning incense, when all things that breathe
From th' earth's great altar send up silent praise
To the Creator, and his nostrils fill
With grateful smell, forth came the human pair,
And join'd their vocal worship to the choir
Of creatures wanting voice; that done, partake
The season, prime for sweetest scents and airs;
Then commune how that day they best may ply
Their growing work: for much their work outgrew
The hands despatch of two gard'ning so wide,
And Eve first to her husband thus began :

Adam, well may we labour, still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb and flower,
Our pleasant task enjoin’d, but till more hands
Aid
us,

the work under our labour grows,
Luxurious by restraint; what we by day
Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind,
One night or two with wanton growth derides
sending to wild. Thou therefore now advise,
Or bear what to my mind first thoughts present:
Let us divide our labours, thou where choice
Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind
The woodbine round this arbour, or direct
The clasping ivy where to climb, while I
In yonder spring of roses intermix'd
With myrtle, find what to re-dress till noon:

For while so near each other thus all aay
Our task we choose, what wonder if so near
Looks intervene and smiles, or object new
Casual discourse draw on, which intermiss
Our day's work brought to little, though begun
Early, and th' hour of supper comes unearn'd.

To whom mild answer Adam thus return'd:
Sole Eve, associate sole, to me beyond
Compare above all living creatures dear,
Well hast thou motion'd, well thy tho'ts employd
How we might best fulfil the work which here
God hath assign'd us, nor of me shalt pass
Unprais'd: for nothing lovelier can be found
In woman, than to study household good,
And good works in her husband to promote.'
Yet not so strictly hath our Lord inipos'd
Labour, as to debar us when we need
Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,
Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse
Of looks and smiles, for smiles from reason flow,
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food,
Love not the lowest end of human life.
For not to irksome toil, but to delight
He made us, and delight to reason join'd.
These paths and bow'rs doubt not but our joint land:
Will keep from wilderness with ease, as wide
As we need walk, till younger hands ere long
Assist us: but if much converse perhaps
Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield :
For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
But ɔther doubt possesses me, lest harm
Befal thee sever'd from me; for thou know'st
What hath been warnd us, what malicious foe
Envying our happiness, and of his own
Despairing, seeks to work us wo and share
By sly assault; and somewhere nigh at hand
Watches, no doubt, with greedy hope to find
His wish and best advantage, us asunder,

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