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作品:Paradise Lost Ⅲ 作者:约翰·弥尔顿 字数: 下载本书  举报本章节错误/更新太慢

    Faire Angel, tends to know

    to glorifie [ 695 ]

    t ork-Maister, leads to no excess

    t reac rats praise

    t seems excess, t led ther

    From thus alone,

    to ness  some perhaps [ 700 ]

    Contented  hear onely in heavn:

    For wonderful indeed are all his works,

    Pleasant to kno to be all

    ;

    But ed mind can comprehend [ 705 ]

    te

    t broug hir causes deep.

    I saw w he formless Mass,

    terial mould, came to a heap:

    Confusion heard his voice, and wilde uproar [ 710 ]

    Stood ruld, stood vast infinitude confind;

    till at his second bidding darkness fled,

    Light shon, and order from disorder sprung:

    S to ters ed then

    ts, Earth, Flood, Aire, Fire, [ 715 ]

    And tessence of heavn

    Fleed h various forms,

    t rournd to Starrs

    Numberless, as t, and hey move;

    Eaced, each his course, [ 720 ]

    t in circuit his Universe.

    Look do Globe wher side

    it from  reflected, shines;

    t place is Eart of Man, t light

    her hemisphere [ 725 ]

    Nig the neighbouring Moon

    (So call t opposite fair Starr) her aide

    timely interposes, and hly round

    Still ending, still renehrough mid heavn,

    it enance triform [ 730 ]

    ies to enligh,

    And in .

    t spot to w is Paradise,

    Adams abode, tie shades his Bowre.

    t not miss, me mine requires. [ 735 ]

    turnd, and Satan bowing low,

    As to superior Spirits is  in heaven,

    s,

    took leave, and to of Earth,

    Doic, sped h hopd success, [ 740 ]

    teep flight in many an Aerie wheele,

    Nor staid, till on Nipes top s.