For never can true reconcilemenť grow, Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep: Which would but lead me to a worse relapse And heavier fall: fo should I purchase dear
1 Short intermillion bought with double smart. This knows my Punisher : therefore as far From granting he, as I from begging peace: All hope excluded thus, behold in stead
105. Of us outcalt, exil'd, his new delight, Mankind created, and for him this world. So farewel hope, and with hope farewel fear, Farewel remorse: all good to me is lost ; Evil be thou my good; by thee at least
110 Divided empire with heaven's King I hoid, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign; As man ere long, and this new world, thall know.
Thus while he spake, each pallion dimnid his face Thrice chang'd with pale ire, envy, and despair; 115 Which marr'd his borrow'd visage, and betray'd Him counterfeit, if any eye beheld. For heav'nly minds from such distempers foul Are ever clear. Whereof he foon aware, Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calm, 120 Artificer of fraud; and was the first That pra&tis'd falsehood under faintly show; Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge: Yet not enough had practis’d to deceive Uriel once warn’d; whose eye. pursu'd him down 125 The way
he went, and on th' Affyrian mount Saw him disfigur’d, more than could befall Spirit of happy fort ; his gestures fierce He mark'd, and mad demeanour, then alone,.. As he suppos'd, all unobserv'd, unseen.
1307 So on he fares, and to the border comes.» Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her inclosure green.
As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy fides
135 With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access deny’d; and over head up grew Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A fylvan scene, and as the ranks afcend, 140 Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view. Yet higher than their tops The verd'rous wall of Paradise up sprung: Which to our general fire gave profpe& large Into his nether empire neighb'ring round. And higher than that wall a circling row Of goodliest trees, loaden with faireft fruit, Bloffoms and fruits at once of golden hue, Appear'd, with gay enamellid colours mix'd : On which the fun more glad impressid his beams 150 Than in fair evening cloud, or humid bow, When God hath shower'd the earth; fo lovely seem'd That landfcape: and of pure now purer air Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires Vernal delight and joy, able to drive
155 AH fadness but despair: now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Nacive perfumes, and whifper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who fail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past 160 Mozambique, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabéan odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Bless'd; with such delay Well pleas'd they flack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean fmiles: 165 So entertain'd these odorous sweets the fiend, Who came their bane; though with them better Than Asmodeus with the fishy fume [pleas'd That drove bin, though enamour'd, from the spouse
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Of Tobit's son, and with a vengeance fent 170 From Media post to Egypt, there fait bound.
Now to th' ascent of that steep favage hill Satan had journey'd on, pensive and flow; But further way found none, so thick intwin'd, As one continu'd brake, the undergrowth
175 Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplex'd All path of man or beast that pass’d that way. One gate there only was, and that look'd east On th' other side: which when th'arch-felon law, Due entrance he disdain'd, and, in contempt, At one flight bound high overleap'd all bound Of hill or highest wall, and sheer within Lights on his feet. As when a prowling wolf, Whom hunger drives to seek new haunt for prey, Watching where shepherds pen their flocks at eve 185 In hurdled cotes amid the field secure, Leaps o'er the fence with ease into the fold: Or as a thief, bent to unhoard the cash Of fome rich burgher, whose substantial doors, Cross-barr'd and bolted fast, fear no assault, 190 In at the window climbs, or o'er the tiles : So clomb this first grand thief into God's fold; So since into his church lewd hirelings climb. Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life, The middle tree, and highest there that grew, 195 Sat like a cormorant; yet not true life Thereby regain'd, but fat devising death To them who liv'd; nor on the virtue thought Of that life-giving plant, but only us’d, For prospect, what well us'd had been the pledge 200 Of immortality. So little knows Any, but God alone, to value right The good before him, but perverts best things To worft abuse, or to their meanest use.
Beneath
Beneath him with new wonder now he views, 205 To all delight of human sense expos'd In narrow room, nature's whole wealth, yea more, A heav'n on earth : for blissful Paradise Of God the garden was, by him in th'east Of Eden planted ; Eden stretch'd her line 210 From Auran eastward to the royal towers Of great Seleucia, built by Grecian kings, Or where the sons of Eden long before Dwelt in Telaffar: in this pleasant foil His far more pleasant garden God ordain'd; 215 Out of the fertile ground he caus'd to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste ; And all amid them stood the tree of life, High eminent, blooming ambtofial fruit Of vegetable gold: and next to life,
220 Our death, the tree of knowledge, grew fast by; Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill. Southward through Eden went a river large, Nor chang'd his course, but through the shaggy hill Pass'd underneath ingulf?d; for God had thrown 225 That mountain as his garden-mould high rais’d Upon the rapid current, which, through veins Of porous earth with kindly thirst up drawn; Rofe a fresh fountain, and with many a rill Water'd the garden ; thence united fell 230 Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, Which from his darksome passage now appears ; And now divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wand'ring many a famous realm And country, whereof here needs no account; 235 But rather to tell how, if art could tell, llow from that faphir fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades
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240 Flowers, worthy' of Paradise, which not nice art In beds and curious knots, but nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain, Both where the morning-fun first warmly fmote The open field, and where the unpierc'd shade 245 Imbrown'd the noontide-bow'rs. Thus was this place A happy rural feat of various view; Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm; Others whose fruit, burnish'd with golden rind, Hung amiable, Hesperian fables true,
250 If true, here only', and of delicious taste: Betwixt them lawns, or level downs, and flocks Grafing the tender herb, were interpos’d, Or palmy hillock; or the flow'ry lap Of some irriguous valley spread her store, 255 Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the role : Another side, umbrageous grots and caves Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant; meanwhile murm’ring waters fall 260 Down the slope hills, difpers'd, or in a lake, That to the fringed bank with myrtle crown'd Her crystal mirror holds, unite their streams. The birds their quire apply; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune
265 The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on th'eternal spring. Not that fair field Of Enna, where Prosérpine gathering Howers, Herself a fairer flow'r, by gloomy Dis
270 Was gather'd, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world; nor that sweet
grove Of Daphne by Orontes, and th' infpir'd Caltalian spring, might with this Paradise
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