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Lost sight of him: one of the banish'd crew, When first on this delightful land he spreads
To whom the winged warrior thus return'd. After soft showers; and sweet the coming on “Uriel, no wonder if thy perfect sight,
Of grateful Evening mild ; then silent Night, Amid the Sun's bright circle where thou sit'st, With this her solemn bird, and this fair Moon, See far and wide: in at this gate none pass And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train : The vigilance here plac'd, but such as come But neither breath of Morn, when she ascends Well known from Heaven ; and since meridian hour With charm of earliest birds; nor rising Sun No creature thence : if spirit of other sort, On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, So minded, have o'erleap'd these earthy bounds Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; On purpose, hard thou know'st it to exclude Nor grateful Evening mild; nor silent Night, Spiritual substance with corporeal bar.
With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by Moon, But if within the circuit of these walks,
Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet. In whatsoever shape he lurk, of whom
But wherefore all night long shine these? for whom Thou tellist, by morrow dawning I shall know." This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?" So promis'd he; and Uriel to his charge
To whom our general ancestor replied. Returnd on that bright beam, whose point now rais'd“ Daughter of God and Man, accomplish'd Eve, Bore him slope downward to the Sun now fallin These have their course to finish round the Earth, Beneath the Azores; whether the prime orb, By morrow evening, and from land to land Incredible how swift, had thither rollid
In order, though to nations yet unborn, Diurnal, or this less volúbil Earth,
Minist'ring light prepar'd, they set and rise ; By shorter flight to the east, had left him there Lest total Darkness should by night regain Arraying with reflected purple and gold
Her old possession, and extinguish life, The clouds that on his western throne attend. In Nature, and all things; which these soft fires Now came still Evening on, and Twilight grey Not only enlighten, but with kindly heat Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Of various influence foment and warm, Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
Temper or nourish, or in part shed down They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Their stellar virtue on all kinds that grow Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; On Earth, made hereby apter to receive She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Perfection from the Sun's more potent ray. Silence was pleas'd: now glow'd the firmament These then, though unbeheld in deep of night, With living sapphires : Hesperus, that led Shine not in vain; nor think, though men were none, The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon, That Heaven would want spectators, God want Rising in clouded majesty, at length
praise : Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep:
When Adam thus to Eve. “Fair consort, the hour All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Of night, and all things now retir'd to rest, Both day and night: how often from the steep Mind us of like repose ; since God hath set Or echoing hill or thicket have we heard Labor and rest, as day and night, to men
Celestial voices to the midnight air, Successive; and the timely dew of sleep, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight, inclines Singing their great Creator? Oft in bands Our eye-lids : other creatures all day long While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, Rove idle, unemploy'd, and less need rest; With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds Man hath his daily work of body or mind In full harmonic number join'd, their songs Appointed, which declares his dignity,
Divide the night, and list our thoughts to Heaven." And the regard of Heaven on all his ways;
Thus talking hand in hand alone they pass'd While other animals unactive range,
On to their blissful bower: it was a place And of their doings God takes no account. Chos'n by the sovran Planter, when he fram'd To-morrow, ere fresh morning streak the east All things to Man's delightful use ; the roof With first approach of light, we must be risen, of thickest covert was in woven shade And at our pleasant labor to reform
Laurel and myrıle, and what higher grew Yon flowery arbors, yonder alleys green,
Of firm and fragrant leaf: on either side Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown, Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub, That mock our scant manuring, and require Fenc'd up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth : Iris all hues, roses, and jessamin, (wrought Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums, Rear'd high their flourish'd heads between, and That lie bestrown, unsightly and unsmooth, Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease; Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Meanwhile, as Nature wills, night bids us rest." Broider'd the ground, more color'd than with stone
To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn'd. Of costliest emblem: other creature here, “My author and disposer, what thou bidst Bird, beast, insect, or worm, durst enter none, Unargued I obey : 80 God ordains;
Such was their awe of Man. In shadier bower God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more More sacred and sequester'd, though but feign'd, Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise. Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor nymph With thee conversing I forget all time;
Nor Faunus haunted. Here, in close recess, All seasons, and their change, all please alike. With Aowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs, Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, Espous'd Eve deck'd first her nuptial bed; With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the Sun, And heavenly quires the hymenean sung,
What day the genial angel to our sire
To their night watches in warlike parade; Brought her, in naked beauty more adorn'd, When Gabriel to his next in power thus spake. More lovely, than Pandora, whom the gods
“ Uzziel, half these draw off, and coast the south Endow'd with all their gifts, and O too like With strictest watch; these other wheel the north; In sad event, when to the unwiser son
Our circuit nieets full west.” As flame they pari Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnar'd Half wheeling to the shield, half to the spear. Mankind with her fair looks, to be aveng'd From these two strong and subtle spirits he callid On him who had stole Jove's authentic fire. That near him stood, and gave them thus in charge.
Thus, at their shady lodge arriv'd, both stood, “Ithuriel and Zephon, with wing'd speed Both turn'd, and under open sky ador'd
Search through this garden, leave unsearch'd no The God that made both sky, air, Earth, and
nook ; Heaven,
But chiefly where those two fair creatures lodge, Which they beheld, the Moon's resplendent globe, Now laid perhaps asleep, secure of harm. And starry pole: “Thou also mad'st the night, This evening from the Sun's decline arriv'd, Maker Omnipotent, and thou the day,
Who tells of some infernal spirit seen Which we, in our appointed work employ'd, Hitherward bent (who could have thought?) escap'd Have finish'd, happy in our mutual help
The bars of Hell, on errand bad no doubt: And mutual love, the crown of all our bliss Such, where ye find, seize fast, and hither bring." Ordain'd by thee; and this delicious place
So saying, on he led his radiant files, For us too large, where thy abundance wants Dazzling the Moon; these to the bower direct Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground. In search of whom they sought: him there they But thou hast promis'd from us two a race
found To fill the Earth, who shall with us extol
Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve, Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, Assaying by his devilish art to reach And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep." The organs of her fancy, and with them forge This said unanimous, and other rites
Illusions, as he list, phantasms and dreams; Observing none, but adoration pure
Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint Which God likes best, into their inmost bower The animal spirits, that from pure blood arise Handed they went; and, eas'd the putting off Like gentle breaths from rivers pure, thence raise These troublesome disguises which we wear, At least distemper'd, discontented thoughts, Straight side by side were laid; nor turn'd, I ween, Vain hopes, vain aims, inordinate desires, Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Blown up with high conceits engendering pride. Mrsierious of connubial love refus'd :
Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Whatever hypocrites austerely talk
Touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure Of purity, and place, and innocence,
Touch of celestial temper, but relurns Defaming as impure what God declares
Of force to its own likeness : up he starts Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all. Discover'd and surpris'd. As when a spark Our Maker bids increase ; who bids abstain Lights on a heap of nitrous powder, laid But our destroyer, foe to God and Man?
Fit for the tun some magazine to store Hail, wedded love, mysterious law, true source Against a rumor'd war, the smutty grain, Of human offspring, sole propriety
With sudden blaze diffus'd, inflames the air :
So started up in his own shape the fiend.
Yet thus, unmov'd with fear, accost him soon. Reations dear, and all the charities
“Which of those rebel spirits adjudg'd to Hell Of father, son, and brother, first were known. Com'st thou, escap'd thy prison ? and, transformd, Far be it, that I should write thee sin or blame, Why sat'st thou like an enemy in wait, Or think thee unbefitting holiest place,
Here watching at the head of these that sleep?" Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets,
“Know ye not then,” said Satan, fill’d with scorn, Whose bed is undefild and chaste pronounc'd, “Know ye not me? ye knew me once no mate Present, or past, as saints and patriarchs us’d. For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar : Here Love his golden shafts employs, here lights Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, The lowest of your throng; or if ye know, Reigns here and revels; not in the bought smile Why ask ye, and superfluous begin Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendear'd,
Your message, like to end as much in vain." Casual fruition ; nor in court-amours,
To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with Mu'd dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball, Or serenade, which the starv'd lover sings “Think not, revolted spirit, thy shape the same, To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain. Or undiminish'd brightness to be known, These, lull'd by nightingales, embracing slept,
As when thou stood’st in Heaven upright and pure • And on their naked limbs the flowery roof That glory then, when thou no more wast good, Shower'd roses, which the morn repair’d. Sleep on, Departed from thee; and thou resemblest now Blest pair; and O yet happiest, if ye seek Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foul. No happier stale, and know to know no more. But come, for thou, be sure, shall give account
Now had Night measur'd with her shadowy cone To him who sent us, whose charge is to keep Half way up hill this vast sublunar vault, This place inviolable, and these from harm." And from their ivory port the cherubim,
So spake the cherub; and his grave rebuke Forth issuing at the accustom'd hour, stood arm’a Severe in youthful beauty, added grace
Invincible: abash'd the Devil stood,
Sevenfold, and scourge that wisdom back to Hell, And felt how awsul goodness is, and saw
Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain
Came not all Hell broke loose? is pain to them
The first in flight from pain! hadst thou alleg'd
Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive." Single against the wicked, and thence weak." To which the fiend thus answer'd, frowning stern.
The fiend replied not, overcome with rage ; “Not that I less endure or shrink from pain,
Thy fiercest, when in battle to thy aid
A faithful leader, not to hazard all
To wing the desolate abyss, and spy
To settle here on Earth, or in mid air;
He scarce had ended, when those two approachid, What thou and thy gay legions dare against ;
To whom with stern regard thus Gabriel spake. And practis'd distances to cringe, not fight."
Wise to fly pain, prosessing next the spy,
To whom thus Satan with contemptuous brow. Army of fiends, fit body to fit head. "Gabriel! thou hadst in Heaven the esteem of wise. Was this your discipline and faith engag'd, And such I held thee; but this question ask'd Your military obedience, to dissolve Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain? Allegiance to the acknowledged Power supreme! Who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell, And thou, sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem Though thither doom'd? Thou wouldst thyself, no Patron of liberty, who more than thou doubt,
Once fawn’d, and cring’d, and servilely ador'd And boldly venture to whatever place
Heaven's awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope Farthest from pain, where thou mightst hope to To dispossess him, and thyself to reign ? change
But mark what I aread thee now: Avaunt! Torment with ease, and soonest recompense Fly thither whence thou fledst! If from this hour Dole with delight, which in this place I sought;
Within these hallow'd limits thou appear, To thee no reason, who know'st only good, Back to the infernal pit I drag thee chain'd, But evil hast not tried : and wilt object
And seal thee so, as henceforth not to scorn
So threaten’d he; but Satan to no threats
Thus he in scorn. The warlike angel moved, Far heavier load thyself expect to feel
From my prevailing arm, though Heaven's King “O loss of one in Heaven to judge of wise Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers, Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew, Us’d to the yoke, draw'st his triumphant wheels And now returns him from his prison scap'd, In progress through the road of Heaven star-pa v'd." Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise While thus he spake, the angelic squadron bright Or not, who ask what boldness brought him hither Turn’d fiery red, sharpening in mooned horns Unlicens'd from his bounds in Hell prescrib’d; Their phalanx, and began to hem him round So wise he judges it to fly from pain
With ported spears, as thick as when a field However, and to 'scape his punishment! Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends So judge thou still, presumptuous! till the wrath, Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight Sways them; the careful plowman doubting stands,
Lest on the threshing-floor his hopeful sheaves And temperate vapors bland, which the only sound
Lightly dispers'd, and the shrill matin song
Of birds on every bough; so much the more His stature reach'd the sky, and on his crest His wonder was to find unwaken'd Eve Sat Horror plum’d; nor wanted in his grasp With tresses discompos'd, and glowing cheek, What seem d both spear and shield: now dreadful As through unquiet rest: he, on his side, deeds
Leaning half rais'd, with looks of cordial love Might have ensued, nor only Paradise
Hung over her enamor'd, and beheld In this commotion, but the starry cope
Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Of Heaven perhaps, or all the elements Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice At least had gone to wrack, disturb'd and torn Mild, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes, With violence of this conflict, had not soon Her hand soft touching, whisper'd thus : “Awake, The Eternal, to prevent such horrid fray, My fairest, my espous'd, my latest found, Hung forth in Heaven his golden scales, yet seen
Heaven's last best gift, my ever-new delight! Betwist Astrea and the Scorpion sign,
Awake: the morning shines, and the fresh field Wherein all things created first he weigh’d, Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring The pendulous round Earth with balanc'd air Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, In counterpoise, now ponders all events, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, Battles and realms: in these he put two weights, How Nature paints her colors, how the bee The sequel each of parting and of fight:
Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.” The latter quick up-flew, and kick'd the beam; Such whispering wak'd her, but with startled eye Which Gabriel spying, thus bespake the fiend. On Adam, whom embracing, thus she spake. *Satan, I know thy strength, and thou know'st “O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, mine;
My glory, my perfection! glad I see Neither our own, but given : what folly then Thy face, and morn return'd; for I this night To boast what arms can do! since thine no more (Such night till this I never pass'd) have dream'd, Than Heaven permits, nor mine, though doubled If dream’d, not, as I oft am wont, of thee, now
Works of day past, or morrow's next design, To trample thee as mire: for proof look up, But of offence and trouble, which my mind And read thy lot in yon celestial sign;
Knew never till this irksome night: methought Where thou art weigh’d, and shown how light, how Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk weak
With gentle voice; I thought it thine: it said, If thou resist." The fiend look'd up, and knew Why sleep'st thou, Eve? now is the pleasant time, His mounted scale aloft: nor more ; but fled The cool, the silent, save where silence yields Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. To the night-warbling bird, that now awake
Tunes sweetest his love-labor'd song: now reigns
Full-orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light BOOK V.
Shadowy sets off the face of things; in vain, THE ARGUMENT.
If none regard : Heaven wakes with all his eyes,
Whom to behold but thee, Nature's desire ? Morning approached, Eve relates to Adam her In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment
troublesome dream; he likes it not, yet comforts Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.' her: they come forth to their day-labors : their I rose as at ihy call
, but found thee not; morning hymn at the door of their bower. God, To find thee I directed then my walk; to render man inexcusable, sends Raphael to And on, methought, alone I pass'd through ways admonish him of his obedience, of his free estate, That brought me on a sudden to the tree of his enemy near at hand, who he is, and why Of interdicted knowledge : fair it seem'd, his enemy, and whatever else may avail Adam to Much fairer to my fancy than by day: know. Raphael comes down to Paradise ; his And, as I wondering look'd, beside it stood appearance described; his coming discerned by One shap'd and wing'd like one of those from Adam afar off sitting at the door of his bower;
Heaven he goes out to meet him, brings him to his lodge, By us oft seen: his dewy locks distillid entertains him with the choicest fruits of Para- Ambrosia ; on that tree he also gaz'd; dise got together by Eve; their discourse at And “O fair plant,' said he, 'with fruit surcharg'd, table: Raphael performs his message, minds Deigns none to ease thy load, and taste thy sweet, Adam of his state and of his enemy; relates, at Nor God, nor Man? Is knowledge so despisid ? Adam's request, who that enemy is, and how he Or envy, or what reserve forbids to taste ? came to be so, beginning from his first revolt in Forbid who will, none shall from me withhold Heaven, and the occasion thereof; how he drew Longer thy offer'd good ; why else set here? his legions after him to the parts of the north, This said, he paus'd not, but with venturous arm and there incited them to rebel with him, per- He pluck’d, he tasted ; me damp horror chill’d stading all but only Abdiel a seraph, who in At such bold words vouch'd with a deed so bold: argument dissuades and opposes him, then for- But he thus, overjoy'd; “O fruit divine, sakes him.
Sweet of thyself, but much more sweet thus cropt.
Forbidden here, it seems, as only fit Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime For gods, yet able to make gods of men: Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, And why not gods of men ; since good, the more When Adam wak'd, so custom’d; for his sleep Communicated, more abundant grows, Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred, | The author not impair'd, but honor'd more?
Here, happy creature, fair angelic Eve!
Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Partake thou also; happy though thou art, Their orisons, each morning duly paid Happier thou may'st be, worthier canst not be : In various style ; for neither various style Taste this, and be benceforth among the gods Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise Thyself a goddess, not to Earth confin'd,
Their Maker, in fit strains pronounc'd, or sung But sometimes in the air, as we, sometimes Unmeditated ; such prompt eloquence Ascend to Heaven, by merit thine, and see Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous verse, What life the gods live there, and such live thou.' More tunable than needed lute or harp So saying, he drew nigh, an to me held,
To add more sweetness; and they thus began. Even to my mouth of that same fruit held part “These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Which he had pluck’d: the pleasant savory smell Almighty! Thine this universal frame, So quicken'd appetite, that I, methought,
Thus wondrous fair! Thyself how wondrous then. Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the clouds Unspeakable, who sitst above these Heavens With him I flew, and underneath beheld
To us invisible, or dimly seen The Earth outstretch'd immense, a prospect wide In these thy lowest works; yet these declare And various : wondering at my flight and change Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. To this high exaltation : suddenly
Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, My guide was gone, and I, methought, sunk down, Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs And fell asleep; but O, how glad I wak'd And choral symphonies, day without night, To find this but a dream!” Thus Eve her night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven. Related, and thus Adam answer'd sad.
On Earth join, all ye creatures, to extol “Best image of myself, and dearer half, Him first, him last, him midst, and without end, The trouble of thy thoughts this night in sleep Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, Affects me equally; nor can I like
If better thou belong not to the dawn, This uncouth dream, of evil sprung, I fear ; Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn Yet evil whence? in thee can harbor none, With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, Created pure. But know, that in the soul While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Are many lesser faculties, that serve
Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Reason as chief, among these Fancy next Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praise Her office holds; of all external things,
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, Which the five watchful senses represent,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou She forms imaginations, aery shapes,
fall'st. Which Reason, joining or disjoining, frames Moon, that now meet'st the orient Sun, now fly'st, All what we affirm or what deny, and call With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies; Our knowledge or opinion; then retires
And ye five other wandering fires, that move Into her private cell, when nature rests.
In mystic dance not without song, resound Oft in her absence mimic Fancy wakes
His praise, who out of darkness callid ap light. To imitate her; but, misjoining shapes,
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change
From hill or streaming lake, dusky, or grey, May come and go, so unapprov'd, and leave Till the Sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, No spot or blame behind : which gives me hope In honor to the World's great Author rise ; That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream, Whether to deck with clouds the uncolor'd sky, Waking thou never wilt consent to do.
Or wet the thirsty Earth with falling showers, Be not dishearten'd then, nor cloud those looks, Rising or falling still advance his praise. That wont to be more cheerful and serene, His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Than when fair morning first smiles on the world; Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines, And let us to our fresh employments rise
With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, That open now their choicest bosom'd smells, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Reserv'd from night, and kept for thee in store." Join voices, all ye living souls : ye birds,
So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was cheer'd; That singing up to Heaven-gate. ascend, But silently a gentle tear let fall
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise From either eye, and wip'd them with her hair; Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk Two other precious drops that ready stood, The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell Witness if I be silent, morn or even, Kiss'd, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, And pious awe, that fear'd to have offended. Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
So all was clear'd, and to the field they haste. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still But first, from under shady arborous roof To give us only good ; and if the night Soon as they forth were come to open sight Have gather'd aught of evil or conceald, Of day-spring, and the Sun, who, scarce up-risen, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark!" With wheels yet hovering o'er the ocean brim, So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts Shot parallel to the Earth his dewy ray, Firm peace recover'd soon, and wonted calm. Discovering in wide landscape all the east On to their morning's rural work they haste, Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains,
Among sweet dews and flowers; where any row