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And Tirejias and Pbineus Prophets old:
Then seed on Thoughts, that voluntary move
Harmonious Numbers; as the wakeful Bird
Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid
Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet Approach of Ev'n or Morn,
Or Sight of vernal bloom, or Summer'6 Rose,
Or Flocks, or Herds, or Human Face divine;
But Cloud instead, and ever-during Dark
Surrounds me! from the chearful Ways of Men
Cut off, and sor the Book of knowledge fair
Presented with a univerfal Blank
Of Nature's Works, to me expung'd and ras'd,
And Wisdom at one Entrance quite shut out.
So much the rather Thou, celestial Light!
Shine inward, and the Mind thro' all her Powers
Irradiate, there plant Eyes all Mist from thence
Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell
Of Things invisible to mortal Sight.
Tbe/ublime Homage J/ancels. Milton.
WITH solemn Adoration down they cast
Their Crowns inwove with Amarant and
Then crown'd again, their golden Harps they took,
Harps ever tun'd, that glittering by their Side
Like Quivers hung, aud with Preamble sweet
Of charming Symphony they introduce
Their facred Song, and waken Raptures high:
No Voice exempt, no Voice but well could join
Melodious Part, such Concord is in Heaven.
Thee, Father sirst they sung Omnipotent, Immutable, Immortal, Insinite, Eternal King; Thee Author of all Being, Fountain of Light, thyself invisible Amidst the glorious Brightness where thou sit'st Thron'd inaccessible, but when thou shad'st The full Blaze of thy Beams, and through a Cloud Drawn round about thee like a radiant Shrine, Dark with excessive Bright thy Skirts appear, Vet dazzle Heav'n, that brightest Seraphim Approach not, but with both Wings veil their Eyes. Thee next they fang, of all Creation sirst, Begotten Son, Divine Similitude, In whose conspicuous Countenance without Cloud Made visible, th' Almighty Father shines, Whom else no Creature can behold; on thee Impress'd th' Effulgence of his Glory abides, Transfus'd on thee his ample Spirit rests. Hail Son of God! Saviour of Men, thy Name Shall be the copious Matter of my Song Hence sorth, and never shall my Harp thy Praiie Forget, nor from thy Father's Praise disjoin.
ADAM and EVE in Paradise. Milton.
TWO of far nobler Shape erect and tall,
Godlike erect, with native Honour clad
In naked Majesty feem'd Lords of all,
And worthy seem'd; sor in their Looks divine
The Image of their glorious Maker shone,
Truth, Wisdom, Sanctitude severe and pure,
(Severe but in true silial Freedom plac'd)
For Contemplation he and Valour sorm'd,
For Softness she and sweet attractive Grace;
He sor God only; she sor God in him:
Jiis fair large Front and Eye sublime declar'd
Absolute Rule; and hyacinthin Locks
Round from his parted Forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his Shoulders broad:
She as a Veil down to her slender Waist
Her unadorned golden Tresses wore
Dishevcl'd, but in wanton Ringlets wav'd.
So pass'd they naked on, nor Ihunn'd the Sight
Of God or Angel, sor they thought no Iil:
So Hand in Hand they pass'd the loveliest Pair
That ever since in Love's Embraces met.
The Creation finifi'd and survey V. Milton
HERE sinish'd he, and all that he had made
View'd, and behold all was entirely good;
So Ev'n and Morn accomplished the sixth Day:
Yet not till the Creator from his Work „
Desisting, though unwearied, up return'd,
Up so the Heav'n of Heav'ns his high Abode,
Thence to behold this new-created World,
Th' Addition of his Empire, how it fliow'd
In Prospect from his Throne, how good, how fair,
Answering his great Idea, Up he rode
Follow'd with Acclamation and the Sound
Symphonious of ten tlioufand Harps- that tun'd
Angelic Harmonies; the Earth, the Air,
Resounded, (thou remember'st, sor thou heard'st}.
The Heav'ns and all the Constellations rung,
The Planets in their Stations list'ning stood,
While the bright Pomp ascended jubilant.
Open, ye everlasting Gates, they song,
Open, ye Heav'ns, your everlasting Doors; let in
The great Creator from his Work return'd
Magnificent, his six Days Work, a World.
Adam relates to the .■^g*/Raphael his pleasing Amaxtmer.t on the first Survey he took ofhim/elf.
FOR Man to tell how human Lise began
Is hard; for who himself Beginning knew?
J)efire with thee still longer to converse
Induc'd me. As new wak'd from soundest Sleep
Soft on the flow'ry Herb I found me laid
In balmy Sweat; which with his Beams the Sun
Soon dry'd, and on the reeking Moisture sed.
Strait toward Heav'n my Wand'ring Eyes I turn'd,
And gaE'd a-while the ample Sky, till rais'd
By quick instinctive Motion up I sprung,
As thitherward endeavouring, and upright
Stood on my Feet; about me round I faw
Hill, Dale, and shady Wood, and sunny Plains,
And liquid Lapse of murmuring Streams; by these,
Creatures that liv'd, and mov'd, and walk'd, or flew,
Birds on the Branches warbling; all Things smil'd
With Fragrance, and with Joy my Heart o'erflow'd,
Myself I then perus'd, and Limb by Limb
Survey'd, and sometimes went, and sometimes ran
With supple Joints, as lively Vigor led:
But who I was, or where, or from what Cause ,
Knew not; to speak I try'd, and forthwith spake;
My Tongue obeyM, and readily could name
Whate'er I faw. Thou Sun, faid I, fair Light,
And thou enlighten'd Earth, so fresh and gay,
Ye Hills and Dales, ye Rivers, Woods, and Plains,
And ye that live and move, fair Creatures, tell,
Tell, if ye faw, how came I thus, how here?
Not of myself; by some great Maker then,
In Goodness and in Pow'r præeminent;
Tell me, how may I know him, how adore,
From whom I have that thus I move and live,
And feel that I am happier than I know.
While thus I call'd, and stray'd I knew not whither.
From where I sirst drew Air, and sirst beheld
This happy Light, when Answer none return'd,
On a green shady Bank, profuse of Flow'rs,
Pensive I fat me down; there gentle Sleep
First sound me, and with soft Oppression seiz'd
My droused Sense, untroubl'd, though I thought
I then was passing to my sormer State
Insensible and sorthwith to dissolve:
When suddenly stood at my Head a Dream,
Whose inward Apparition gently mov'd
My Fancy to believe I yet had Being,
And liv'd; One came, methought, of Shape divine,
And faid, Thy Mansion wants thee, Adam, rise,
First Man, of Men innumerable ordain'd,
First Father, call'd by thee I come thy Guide
To the Garden of Bliss, thy Seat prepar'd.
So faying, by the Hand he took me rais'd,
And over Fields and Waters, as in Air
Smooth sliding without Step; last led me up
A woody Mountain; whose high Top was plain,
A Circuit wide, inclos'd, with goodliest Trees
Planted, with Walks, and Bow'rs, that what I faw
Of Earth before scarce pleafant seem'd. Each Tree