Obrazy na stronie

Glistering with dew : fragrant the fertile Earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful Evening mild ; then silent Night,
With this her solemn bird, and this fair Moon,
And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of Morn, when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds; nor rising Sun
On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glistering with dew ; nor fragrance after show-

ers; Nor grateful Evening mild; nor silent Night, With this her solemn bird; nor walk by Moon, Orglittering star-light, without thee is sweet. But wherefore all night long shine these ? for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes " To whom our general ancestor replied. “ Daughter of God and Man, accomplish'd Eve, These have their course to finish round the h, By morrow evening, and fromland to land In order, though to nations yet unborn, Ministring light prepard, they set and rise; Lest total Darkness should by night regain her old possession, and extinguish life, In Nature, and all things; which these soft fires Not only enlighten, but with kindly heat Of various influence foment and warm, Temperormourish, or in part shed down Their stellar virtue on all kinds that grow On Earth, made hereby apter to receive Perfection from the Sun's more potent ray. These then, though unbeheld in deep of night, Shine not in vain; nor think, though men were none, [praise : That Heaven would want spectators, God want Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these o ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night: how often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator? oft in bands While they keep watch, or mightly rounding walk, With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds In full harmonic numberjoin'd, their songs Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven.” Thus talking band in hand alone they pass'd On to their blissful bower: it was a place Chos'n by the sovran Planter, when he fram'd All things to Man's delightful use; the roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub, Fenc'd up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses, and jessamin, Rear'd high their flourish'd heads between, and Mosaic; underfoot the violet, [wrought Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broider'd the ground, more colour'd than with stone . Of costliest emblem : other creature here, Bird, beast, insect, or worm, dust enter none,

Such was their awe of Man. In shadier bower More sacred and sequester'd, though but feign'd, Panor Sylvanus never slept, nor nymph Nor Faunus haunted. Here, in close recess, With flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs, Espoused Eve deck'd first her nuptial bed; And heavenly quires the hymeneansung, What day the genial angel to our sire Brought her, in naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely, than Pandora, whom the gods Endow’d with all their gifts, and Otoo like In sad event, when to the unwiser son Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnard Mankind with her fair looks, to be aveng'd On him who had stole Jove's authentic fire. Thus, at their shady lodge arriv'd, both stood, Both turn'd, and under open sky ador'd The God that made both sky, air, Farth, and Heaven, which they beheld,the Moon's resplendent globe, And starry pole: “Thou also mad'st the night, Maker Omnipotent, and thou the day, Which we, in our appointed work employ'd, Have finish'd, happy in our mutual help And mutual love, the crown of all our bliss Ordain’d by thee; and this delicious place For us too large, where thy abundance wants Partakers, and uncroptfalls to the ground. But thou hast promis'd from us two a race To fill the Earth, who shall with us extol Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep.” This said unanimous, and otherrites Observing none, but adoration pure Which God likes best, into their inmost bower Handed they went; and, eas'd the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear, Straight side by side were laid; nor turn'd, I ween, Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refus'd : Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity, and place, and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all. Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain But our destroyer, foe to God and Man? Hail, wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous Lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Offather, son, and brother, first were known. Far be it, that I should write thee sin or blame, Or think thee unbefitting holiest place, Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets, Whose bed is undefil’d and chaste pronounc'd, Present, or past, as saints and patriarchs us’d. Here Love his golden shafts employs, here - lights His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels; not in the bought smile Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendear'd, Casual fruition; nor in court-amours, Mix'd dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball, Or serenate, which the starv'd loversings To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain.

These, lull'd by nightingales, embracing slept, And on their naked limbs the flowery roof shower'd roses, which the morn repaird. Sleep Best pair; and Oyet happiest, if ye seek [on, No happier state, and know to knowmo more, Now had Night measur'd with her shadowy

cone Halfway up hill this vast sublunar vault, And from their ivory port the cherubim, Forth issuing at the accustom'd hour, stood arm'd To their nightwatches in warlike parade; When Gabriel to his next in power thus spake. “Uzziel, halfthese draw off, and coast the south With strictest watch; these other wheel the north; Our circuit meetsfull west.” As flame they part, Half wheeling to the shield, half to the spear. From these, two strong and subtle spiritshe call’d That near him stood, and gave them thus in charge. “Ithuriel and Zephon, with wing'd speed Search through this garden, leave unsearch'd no nook; But chiefly where those two fair creatures lodge, Now laid perhaps asleep, secure of harm. This evening from the Sun's decline arriv'd, Who tells of some infernal spiritseen Hitherward bent (who could have thought 2) escap'd The bars of Hell, on errand bad no doubt: Such, where ye find, seize fast, and hither bring.” So saying, on he led his radiant files, Dazzling the Moon; these to the bower direct In search of whom they sought: him there they found Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve, Assaying by his devilish art to reach The organs of her fancy, and with them forge Illusions, as he list, phantasms and dreams; Orif, inspiring venom, he mighttaint The animal spirits, that from pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from rivers pure, thence raise At least distemperod, discontented thoughts, Wain hopes, vain aims, inordinate desires, Blown up with high conceitsengendering pride. Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper, but returns Of force to its own likeness: up he starts Discover'd and surpris’d. As when a spark Lights on aheap of nitrous powder, laid Fit for the tun some magazine to store Against a rumour’d war, the smutty grain, With sudden blaze diffus'd, inflames the air : 80 started up in his own shape the fiend. Backstept those two fair angels, half amaz'd So sudden to behold the grisly king ; Yet thus, unmov’d with fear, accost him soon. “Which of those rebel spirits adjudg’d to Hell Com'stthou, escap'd thy prison? and, transform'd, Why sat'st thou like an enemy in wait, Here watching at the head of these that sleep?” “Know ye not then,” said Satan, fill'd with scorn, “Know ye not me? ye knew me once no mate For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar: Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng; or, if ye know, Why ask ye, and superfluous begin

Your message, like to end as much in vain.”
To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with
“Think not, revolted spirit, thy shape the same,
Or undiminish’d brightness to be known,
As when thou stood'st in Heaven upright and

pure; That glory then, when thou no more wast good, Departed from thee; and thou resemblest now Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foul. But come, for thou, be sure, shall give account To him who sent us, whose charge is to keep This place inviolable, and these from harm.” So spake the cherub; and his grave rebuke Severe in youthful beauty, added grace Invincible: abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely; saw, and pin'd His loss; but chiefly to find here observ’d His lustre visibly impair'd; yet seem'd Undaunted. “If I must contend,” said he, “Best with the best, the sender not the sent, Or all at once; more glory will be won, Or less be lost.” “Thy fear,” said Zephon bold, “Will save us trial what the least can do Single against thee wicked, and thence weak.” The fiend replied not, overcome with rage; But, like a proud steed rein'd, went haughty on, Champing his iron curb: to strive or fly He held it vain; awe from above had quell’d His heart, not else dismay’d. Now drew they nigh - [guards The western point, where those half-rounding Just met, and closing stood in squadron join'd, Awaiting next command. To whom their chief, Gabriël, from the front thus call'd aloud. “O friends ! I hear the tread of nimble feet Hasting this way, and now by glimpse discern Ithuriel and Zephon through the shade; And with them comes a third of regal port, But faded splendour wan; who by his gait And fierce demeanour seems the prince of Hell, Not likely to part hence without contest; Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours.” He scarce had ended, when those two approach'd, [found, And brief related whom they brought, where How busied, in what form and posture couch'd. To whom with stern regard thus Gabriel spake. “Why hast thou, Satan, broke the bounds prescrib'd Tothy transgressions, and disturb’d the charge Of others, who approve not to trangress By thy example, but have power and right To question thy bold entrance on this place; Employ'd, it seems, to violate sleep, and those Whose dwelling God hath planted here in bliss?” To whom thus Satan with contemptuous brow. [wise, “Gabriel ! thou hadst in Heaven the esteem of And such I held thee; but this question ask’d Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain [Hell, Who would not, finding way, break loose from Though thither doom'd? Thou wouldst thyself, no doubt, And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain, where thou mightst hope to change

Torment with ease, and soonest recompense Dole with delight, which in this place I sought; To thee no reason, who know'st only good, But evil hast not tried: and wilt object His will who bounds us? Let him surer bar His iron gates, if he intends our stay In that dark durance: thus much what was ask'd. The rest is true, they found me where they say; But that implies not violence or harm.” Thus he in scorn. The warlike angel mov’d, Disdainfully half smiling, thus replied. “O loss of one in Heaven to judge of wise Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew, And now returns him from his prison'scap'd, Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise Or not, who ask what boldness brought him hither Unlicens'd from his bounds in Hell prescrib'd ; So wise he judges it to fly from pain However, and to 'scape his punishment : Sojudge thou still, presumptuous ! till the wrath, Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight Sevenfold, and scourge that wisdom back to Hell, Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain Can equal anger infinite provok'd. But wherefore thou alone 2 wherefore with thee Came not all Hellbroke loose is pain to them Less pain, less to be fled; or thou than they Less hardy to endure; courageous chief! The first in flight from pain hadst thou alleg'd To thy deserted host this cause of flight, Thou surely hadstnot come sole fugitive.” To which the fiend thus answer'd, frowning stern. “Not that I less endure or shrink from pain, Insulting angel! well thou know'st I stood Thy fiercest, when in battle to thy aid The blasting vollied thunder made all speed, And seconded thy else not dreaded spear. But still thy words at random, as before, Argue thy inexperience what behoves From hard assays and ill successes past A faithful leader, not to hazard all Through ways of danger by himself untried: 1, therefore, I alone first undertook To wing the desolate abyss, and spy This new created world, whereof in Hell Fame is not silent, here in hope to find Better abode, and my afflicted powers To settle here on Earth, or in mid air; Though for possession put to try once more What thou and thy gay legions dare against; Whose easier business were to serve their Lord High up in Heaven, with songs to hymn his throne, And practis'd distances to cringe, not fight.” To whom the warrior-angel soon replied. “To say and straight unsay, pretending first Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy, Argues no leader but a liar trac'd, Satan, and couldst thou faithful add 2 O name, O sacred name of faithfulness profan'd! Faithful to whom 7 to thy rebellious crew? Army of fiends, fit body to fit head. Was this your discipline and faith engag'd, Your military obedience, to dissolve

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Patron of liberty, who more than thou
Once fawn'd, and cring'd, and servilely ador'd
Heaven's awful Monarch 2 wherefore, but in
To dispossess him, and thyself toreign 2
But mark what I arreed thee now, Avant; -
Fly thither whence thou fledst! If from this
Within these hallow'd limits thou appear,
Back to the infernal pit I drag thoe chain'd,
And seal thee so, as henceforth not to scorn
The facile gates of Hell too slightly barr'd.”
So threaten’d he; but Satan to no threats
Gave heed, but waxing more in rage replied.
“Then when I am thy captive talk of chains,
Proud limitary cherub' but ere then
Far heavier load thyself expect to feel --
From my prevailing arm, though Heaven's King
Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy com-

ers, Us’d to o: , draw'sthis triumphant wheels In progress through the road of Heaven starpav'd.” [bright While thus he spake, the angelic squadron Turn'd fiery red, sharpening in mooned horns Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported spears, as thick as when a field Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends Herbearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them; the careful ploughman doubting - stands, Lest on the threshing floor his hopeful sheaves Prove chaff. On the other side, Satan, alarm’d, Collecting all his might, dilated stood, Like Teneriff or Atlas, unremov’d: His stature reach'd the sky, and on his crest Sat Horrour plum'd; nor wanted in his grasp Whatseem'd both spear and shield: now dreadful deeds Might have ensued, nor only Paradise In this commotion, but the starry cope Of Heaven perhaps, or all the elements At least had gone to wrack, disturb’d and torn With violence of this conflict, had not soon The Eternal, to prevent such horrid fray, Hung forth in Heaven his golden scales, yet seen Betwixt Astrea and the Scorpion sign, Wherein all things created first he weigh’d, The pendulous round Earth with balanc'd air In counterpoise, now ponders all events, Battles and realms: in these he put two weights, The sequel each of parting and of fight: The latter quick up flew, and kick'd the beam; Which Gabriel spying, thus bespake the fiend. “Satan, Iknow thy strength, and thou knowst mine; Neither our own, but given: what folly then To boast what arms can do? since thine no inore Than Heaven permits, nor mine, though doubled now To trample thee as mire: for prooflook up, And read thy lot in yon celestial sign; Where thou art weigh'd, and shown how light, how weak, If thou resist.” The fiend look’d up, and knew His mounted scale aloft; normore; but fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.


The ARcument.

Morning approached, Eve relates to Adam her troublesome dream; he likes it not, yet comforts her: they come forth to their day-labours: their morning hymn at the door of their bower. God, to render man inexcusable, sends Raphael to admonish him of his obedience, of his free estate, of his enemy near at hand, who he is, and why his enemy, and whatever else may avail Adam to know. Raphael comes down to Paradise; his appearance described; his coming discerned by Adam afar off sitting at the door of his bower; he goes out to meet him, brings him to his lodge, entertains him with the choicest fruits of Paradise got together by Eve; their discourse attable: Raphael performs his message, minds Adam of his state and of his enemy; relates, at Adam's request, who that enemy is, and how he came to be so, beginning from his first revolt in Heaven, and the occasion thereof; how he drew his legions after him to the parts of the north, and there incited them to rebel with him, persuading all but only Abdiel a seraph, who in argument dissuades and opposes him, then forsakes him.

Now Mom, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep
Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred,
And temperate vapours bland, which the only
Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan,
Lightly dispers'd, and the shrill matin song
Of birds on every bough; so much the more
His wonder was to find unwaken'd Eve
With tresses discomposed, and glowing cheek,
As through unquiet rest: he, on his side,
Leaning half rais'd, with looks of cordial love
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld
Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep,
Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice
Mild, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes,
Her hand soft touching, whisper'd thus. “Awake,
My fairest, my espous'd, my latest found,
Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight!
Awake: the morning shines, and the fresh field
Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring
Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove,

What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed .

How Nature paints her colours, how the bee
Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.”
Such whispering wak'd her, but with startled
On Adam, whom embracing, thus she spake.
“O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose,
My glory, my perfection! glad I see
Thy face, and morn return'd; for I this night
(Such night till this I never pass'd) have dream’d,
If dream'd, not, as I oft am wont, of thee,
Works of day past, or morrow's next design,
But of offence and trouble, which my mind

Knew never till this irksome night: methought
Close at mine ear one call'd me forth to walk
With gentle voice; I thought it thine: it said,
‘Why sleep'st thou, Eve 2 now is the pleasant
The cool, the silent, save where silence yields
To the might-warbling bird, that now awake
Tunes sweetest his love-labour’d song; now
reigns [light
Full-orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing
Shadowy sets off the face of things; in vain,
If none regard; Heaven wakes with all his eyes,
Whom to behold but thee, Nature's desire?
In whose sight all thingsjoy, with ravishment
Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.”
I rose as at thy call, but found thee not;
To find thee I directed then my walk;
And on, methought, alone I pass'd through ways
That brought me on a sudden to the tree
Of interdicted knowledge: fair it seem’d,
Much fairer to my fancy than by day:
And, as I wondering look'd, beside it stood
One shapid and wing'd like one of those from
By us oft seen: his dewy locks distill'd
Ambrosia; on that tree he also gaz'd; [charg’d,
And “O fair plant,' said he, “with fruit sur-
Deigns mone to ease thy load, and taste thy
Nor God, nor Man? Is knowledge so despis'd 2
Or envy, or what reserve forbids to taster
Forbid who will, none shall from me withhold
Longer thy offer'd good; why else set here *
This said, he paus’d not, but with venturous

artin He pluck'd, he tasted; me damp horrour chill'd At such bold words vouch'd with a deed so bold: But he thus, overjoy'd; “O fruit divine, Sweet of thyself, but much more sweet thus cropt, Forbidden here, it seems, as only fit For gods, yetable to make gods of men: And why not gods of men; since good, the more * Communicated, more abundant grows, The author not impair'd but honour'd more? Here, happy creature, fair angelic Eve' Partake thou also ; happy though thou art, Happier thou may'st be, worthier canst not be: Taste this, and be henceforth among the gods Thyself a goddess, not to Earth confin'd, But sometimes in the air, as we, sometimes Ascend to Heaven, by merit thine, and see What life the gods live there, and such live thou.” So saying, he drew nigh, and to me held, Even to my mouth of that same fruit held part Which he had pluck'd : the pleasant savoury smell So quicken'd appetite, that I, methought, Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the clouds With him I flew, and underneath beheld The Earth outstretch'd immense, a prospect wide And various: wondering at my flight and To this high exaltation; suddenly [change My guide was gone, and I, methought, sunk down, And fell asleep ; but O, how glad I wak'd To find this but a dream l’” Thus Eve her night Related, and thus Adam answer'd sad. “Best image of myself, and dearer half,

The trouble of thy thoughts this night in sleep
Affects me equally ; nor can I like
This uncouth dream, of evil sprung, I fear;
Yet evil whence 2 in thee can harbour none,
Created pure. But know, that in the soul
Are many lesser faculties, that serve
Reason as chief; among these Fancy next
Her office holds; of all external things,
Which the five watchful senses represent,
She forms imaginations, aery shapes,
Which Reason, joining or disjoining, frames
All what we affirm or what deny, and call
Our knowledge or opinion; then retires
Into her private cell, when nature rests.
Oft in her absence mimic Fancy wakes
To imitate her ; but, misjoining shapes,
Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams;
Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.
Some such resemblances, methinks, 1 find
Of our last evening's talk, in this thy dream,
But with addition strange; yet be not sad.
Evil into the mind of God or Man
May come and go, so unapprov’d, and leave
No spot or blame behind: which gives me hope
That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream,
waking thou never wilt consent to do.
Be not dishearten’d then, nor cloud those looks,
That wont to be more cheerful and serene,
Than when fair morning first smiles on the world;
And let us to our fresh employments rise
Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers
That open now their choicest bosom'd smells,
Reserv'd from night, and kept for thee in store.”
So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was
But silently a gentle tear let fall [cheer'd;
From either eye, and wip'd them with her hair;
Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell
Kiss'd, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse
And pious awe, that fear'd to have offended.
So all was clear'd, and to the field they haste.
But first, from under shady arborous roof
Soon as they forth were come to open sight
Of day-spring, and the Sun,who, scarce up-risen,
With wheels yet hovering o'er the ocean brim,
Shot parallel to the Earth his dewy ray,
Discovering in wide landscape all the east
Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains,
Iowly they bow'd adoring, and began
Their orisons, each morning duly paid
In various style; for neither various style
Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise
Their Maker, in fit strains pronounc'd, or sung
Unmeditated; such prompt eloquence [verse,
Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous
More tuneable than needed lute or harp
To add more sweetness; and they thus began.
“These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty Thine this universal frame,
Thus wonderous fair; Thyself how wonderous
Unspeakable, who sitstabove these heavens [then!
To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven.
On Earth join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day,that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweethour of prime.
Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb's,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and *hen thou
Moon, that now meet'st the orient Sun, now fly's,
With the fix’d stars, fix’d in theirorb that flies;
And ye five other wandering fires, that move
In mystic dance not without song,
His praise, who out of darkness call'duplight.
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix
And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change
Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise
From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray,
Till the Sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In houour to the World's great Author rise;
Whether to deck with clouds the uncolour'd sky,
Or wet the thirsty Earth with falling showers,
Rising or falling still advance his praise.
His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters
blow, spines,
Breathesoft or loud; and wave your tops, ye
With every plant, in sign of worship wave. -
Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow,
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep 5
Witness if I be silent, morn or even,
To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade,
Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd aught of evil or conceal’d,
Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark!”
So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts
Firm peace recover'd soon, and wonted calm.
On to their morning's rural work they haste,
Among sweet dews and flowers; where any row
Of fruit-trees over-woody reach'd too far [check
Their pamper'd boughs, and needed hands to
Fruitless embraces: or they led the vine
To wed her elm ; she, spous'd, about him twines
Her marriageable arms, and with her brings
Her dower, the adopted clusters, to adorn
His barren leaves. Them thus employ'd beheld
With pity Heaven's high King, and to him calfd
Raphael, the sociable spirit, that deign'd
To travel with Tobias, and secur'd
His marriage with the seventimes-wedded maid.
“Raphael,” said he, “thou hear'st what stir on
Earth [gulf.
Satan, from Hell 'scap'd through the darksome
Hath rais'd in Paradise; and how disturb’d
This night the human pair; how he designs
In them at once to ruin all mankind.
Gotherefore, half this day as friend with friend
Converse with Adam, in what bower or shade
Thou find'st him from the heat of noon retir’d,
To respite his day-labour with repast,

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