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At random yielded up to their misrule;
And know not that I callid and drew them thither
My hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth 630
Which man's polluting sin with taint hath shed
On what was pure, till cramm'd and gorgʻd, nigh
With suck'd and glutted offal, at one sling (burst
Of thy victorious arm, well-pleasing Son!
Both Sin and Death, and yawning Grave at last,
Through Chaos hurld, obstruct the mouth of Hell
For ever, and seal up his ravenous jaws.
Then Heav'n and Earth renew'd shall be made pure
To sanctity that shall receive no stain:
Till then the curse pronounc'd on both precedes.

He ended, and the heav'nly audience loud 641
Sung halleluiah, as the sound of seas,
Through multitude that sung : Just are thy ways,
Righteous are thy decrees on all thy works ;
Who can extenuate thee? Next, to the Son,
Destin'd Restorer of mankind, by whom,
New Heav'n and Earth shall to the ages rise,
Or down from Heav'n descend. Such was their

song While the Creator calling forth by name His mighty Angels, gave them several charge 650 As sorted best with present things. The sun Had first his precept so to move, so shine, As might affect the earth with cold and heat Scarce tolerable, and from the north to call Decrepit winter, from the south to bring Solstitial summer's heat. To the blanc moon Her office they prescrib'd, to th' other five

Their planetary motions and aspécts
In sextile, square, and trine, and opposite
Of noxious efficacy, and when to join

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In synod unbenign; and taught the fix'd
Their influence malignant when to shower,
Which of them rising with the sun, or falling,
Should prove tempestuous; to the winds they set
Their corners, when with bluster to confound
Sea, air, and shore, the thunder when to roll
With terror through the dark aëreal ball.
Some say he bid his Angels turn askance
The poles of earth twice ten degrees and more
From the sun's axle, they with labor push'd 670
Oblique the centric globe ; some say the sun
Was bid turn reins from th' equinoctial road
Like distant breadth to Taurus with the seven
Atlantic Sisters, and the Spartan Twins
Up to the Tropic Crab; thence down amain
By Leo and the Virgin and the Scales,
As deep as Capricorn, to bring in change
Of seasons to each elime; else had the spring
Perpetual smil'd on earth with vernant flowers,
Equal in days and nights, except to those 680
Beyond the polar circles ; to them 'day
Had unbenighted shone, while the low sun
To recompense his distance, in their sight
Had rounded still th'horizon, and not known
Or east or west, which had forbid the snow
From cold Estotiland, and south as far
Beneath Magellan. At that tasted fruit

The sun, as from Thyestean banquet turnd
His course intended ; else how had the world
Inhabited, though sinless, more than now, 690
Avoided pinching cold and scorching heat ?
These changes in the Heav'ns, though slow, pro:
Like change on sea and land, sideral blast, (duc'd
Vapor, and mist, and exhalation hot,
Corrupt and pestilent: now from the north
Of Norumbega, and the Samoed shorę,
Bursting their brazen dungeon, arm'd with ice
And snow and hail and stormy gust and flaw,
Boreas and Cæcias and Argestes loud 699
And Thrascias rend the woods and seas upturn;
With adverse blast upturns them from the south
Notus and Afer black with thund'rous clouds
From Serraliona; thwart of these as fierce
Forth rush the Levant and the Ponent winds.
Eurus and Zephyr with their lateral noise,
Sirrocco, and Libecchio. Thus began
Outrage from lifeless things; but Discord, first
Daughter of Sin, among the irrational,
Death introduc'd ihrough fierce antipathy: 709
Beast now with heast 'gan war, and fowl with fowl,
And fish with fish ; to graze the herb all leaving,
Devour'd each other; nor stood much in awe
Of man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim
Glar'd on him passing. These were from without
The growing miseries which Adam saw
Already' in part, though hid in gloomliest shade
To sorrow' abandon’d, but worse felt within,

And in a troubled sea of passion tost,
Thus to disburden sought with sad complaint:

O miserable of happy! is this the end 720
Of this new glorious world, and me so late
The glory of that glory, who now become
Accurs’d of blessed, hide me from the face
Of God, whom to behold was then my heighth
Of happiness ! yet well, if here would end
The misery; I deserv'd it, and would bear
My own deservings ; but this will not serve ;
All that I eat or drink, or shall beget,
Is propagated curse. O voice once heard
Delightfully, Increase and multiply,

736 Now death to hear! for what can I increase Or multiply, but curses on my head ? Who of all ages to succeed, but feeling The evil on him brought by me, will curse My head ? Ill fare our ancestor impure, For this we may thank Adam; but his thanks Shall be the execration; so besides Mine own that bide upon me, all from me Shall with a fierce reflux on me redound, On me as on their natural centre light 740 Heavy, though in their place. O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes ! Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man, did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me, or here place In this delicious garden? As my will Concurr'd not to my be'ing, it were but right

And equal to reduce me to my dust,
Desirous to resign and render back
All I receiv’d, unable to perform

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Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold
The good I sought not. To the loss of that,
Sufficient penalty, why hast thou added
The sense of endless woes ? Inexplicable
Thy justice seems; yet to say truth, too late
I thus contest; then should have been refus'd
Those terms whatever, when they were proposid:
Thou didst accept them; wilt thou enjoy the good,
Then cavil the conditions ? and though God
Made thee without thy leave, what if thy son 760
Prove disobedient, and reproy'd, retort,
Wherefore didst thou beget me? I sought it not:
Wouldst thou admit for his contempt of thee
That proud excuse ? yet him not thy election,
But natural necessity begot,
God made thee' of choice his own, and of his own
To serve him; thy reward was of his grace,
Thy punishment then justly' is at his will.
Be’it so, for I submit; his doom is fair,
That dust I am, and shall to dust return: 770
O welcome hour whenever! why delays
His hand to execure what his decree
Fix'd on this day? why do I overlive,
Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd out
To deathless pain? how gladly would I meet
Mortality my sentence, and be earth
bosensible, how glad would lay me down

MILTON.

VOL. II.

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