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And know not that I call’d, and drew them thither,
My hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth,

Which man's" polluting fin with taint had shed
On what was pure: 'till cram'd and gorg'd, nigh burst,
With fuck'd and glutted offal, at one fling
Of Thy victorious arm, well-pleafing SON!
Both Sin and DEATH, and yawning Grave, at last,
Through Chaos hurl'd, obftruct the mouth of hell
For ever, and seal up his ravenous jaws.
Then heav'n and earth renew'd, shall be made pure
To fanctity, that shall receive no stain:
"Till then, the curse pronounc'd on both proceeds. 640



He ended; and the heav'nly audience loud Sung hallelujah, as the found 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, 630 As forted best with present things. The fun Had first his precept so to move, so fine, As might affect the earth with cold, and heat, Scarce tolerable: and from the north to call Decrepit winter: from the south to bring Solftitial summer's heat. To the blanc moon Her office they prescrib'd: to th' other Five, Their planetary motions, and aspects, In Sextije, Square, and Trine, and Opposite, Of noxious efficacy ; and when to join

660 In fynod unbenign: and taught the Fix'd Their influence malignant when to show'r; Which of them, rising with the sun, or falling, Should prove tempestuous. To the winds they set Their corners; when with blufter to confound Sea, air, and shoar: the thunder, when to roll With terror through the dark aëreal hall..







Some say, He bid His Angels turn ascanse
The poles of earth, twice ten degrees, and more,
From the sun's axle ; they with labour push'd
Oblique the centric globe : fome say, the sun
Was bid turn reins from th' æquinoctial road
Like diftant breadth to Taurus, with the sev'n
ATLANTIC filters, and the SPARTAN twins,
Up to the Tropic Crab; sience, down amain
By Leo, and the Virgin, and the Scales,
As deep as Capricorn ; to bring in change
Of seasons to each clime: else had the spring
Perpetual smild on earth with vernant flow'is,
Equal in days and nights, except to those

Beyond the polar circles: to them day
Had unbenighted shon, while the low fun
To recompense his distance, in their fight
Had rounded still th’horizon, and not known
Or east, or weit; which had forbid the snow
From cold EstoTILAND ; and south as far
Beneath MAGELLAN. At that tasted fruit,
The sun, as from THYESTEAN banquet, turn'd
His course intended : else, how had the world
Inhabited, though finless, more than now

690 Avoiding pinching cold, and scorching heat ? These charges in the heav'ns (tho' flow) produc'd Like change on sea and land ; fidereal blast, Vapour, and mist, and exhalation hot ; Corrupt and peftilent! Now, from the north OF NORUMDE QUE, and the SAMOED shoar, Burfing their brazen dungeon, arm’d with ice, And snow, and hail, and ttormy gust, and fiaw, Boreas, and Cæcias, and Argeites loud, And Thrascias, rend the woods, and seas up-turn: 700 With adverse blatt up-turns them from the south Notus, and Afer, black with thund'rous clouds From Sierra Lions : thwart of these, as fierce, Forth rush the Levant, and the Ponent winds, Eurus, and Zepłyr; with their lateral noise, 705 Sirocco, and Libecchio, Thus began Lutrage from lifeless things : but Discord first



(Daughter of Sin) among th' irrational
Death introduc'd, through fierce antipathy : 709
Beast now with beast 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 fed him ; or, with count'nance grim,
Glar'd on him paffing. These were from without
The growing miseries, which Adam saw

Already in part, though hid in gloomie shade,
To forrow abandon'd; but worse felt within !
And in a troubled sea of passion tost,
Thus to disburden fought with fad complaint.




O miserable of happy! is this che end
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 height
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, ir shall beget,
Is propagated curse. O voice! once heard
Delightfully, Increase and multiply ;
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 befides
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 :
Heavy, though in their place ! O fleeting joys
Of Paradise, dear-bought with lafting woes!
Did I request Thee, Maker! from my clay,
To mould me man? Did I solicite Thee
From darkness to promote me? Or here place
In chis delicious garden? As my will




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Concurr’d not to my Being, it were but right,
And equal, to reduce me to my dult ;
Desirous to resign, and render back
All I receiv'd ; unable to perform

Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold
The good I fought not. To the loss of that,
(Sufficient Penalty !) why haft 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
These terms, whatever, when they were propos’d.
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
Prove disobedient, and reprov’d, retort,
Wherefore didst thou beget me? I fought it not!
Wouldst thou admit, for his contempt of thee,
That proud excuse? Yet him, not thy election,
But natural neceffity 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.

O welcome hour whenever! Why delays
His hand to execute, what His decree
Fix'd on this day? Why do I over-live ?
Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen’d out
To deathless pain? How gladly would I meet 775
Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible ! How glad would lay me down,
As in my mother's lap! There I should rest,
And sleep secure: His dreadful voice no more
Would thunder in my ears ; no fear of worse

To me, and to my off-spring, would torment me
With cruel expectation ! -Yet one doubt
Pursues me ftill; left All I cannot die ;
Lift that pure breath of life, the spirit of man,
Which God inspir'd, cannot together perish 785
With this corporeal clod : then, in the grave,



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Or in some other dismal place, who knows
But I fall die a living death! O thought
Horrid, if true! Yet why, it was but breath
Of life that sinn'd: what dies, but what had life,

And fin? The body properly hath neither.
All of me then shall die : let this appease
The doubt, since human wretch no further knows.
For though the LORD of All be infinite,
Is His wrath also ? Be it! man is not so,

But mortal doom'd. How can He exercise
Wrath without end on man, whom death must end?
Can He make deathlefs death? that were to make
Strange contradiction, which to God Himself
Impossible is held ; as argument

Of weakness, not of pow'r. Will He draw out,
For anger sake, finite to infinite.
In punish'd man, to satisfy His rigour,
Satisfied never? That were to extend
His sentence beyond dust, and nature's law:
By which all causes else, according still
To the reception of their matter, act;
Not to th’extent of their own sphere. But fay
That death be not one stroke, as I suppos’d,
Bereaving sense : but endless misery

From this day onward ; which I feel begun
Both in me and without me; and so last
To perpetuity- -Ah me! that fear
*Comes thund’ring back with dreadful revolution
On my defenseless head: both Death and I,
Am found eternal, and incorporate both.
Nor I on my part single ; in me all
Posterity stands curs'd! fair patrimony
That I must leave you, sons! O were I able,
To waste it all myself, and leave you none,

So disinherited, how would ye bless
Me, now your curse! Ah! why should all mankind,
For one man's fault, thus guiltless be condemn’d,
If guiltless? But from me what can proceed,
But all corrupt ; both mind and will deprav'd ;

825 Not to do only, but to will the same


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