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

    No more be mentiond then of violence

    Against our selves, and wilful barrenness,

    t cuts us off from hope, and savours onely

    Rancor and pride, impatience and despite,

    Reluctance against God and  yoke [ 1045 ]

    Laid on our Necks. Remember  mild

    And gracious temper h heard and judgd

    it ed

    Immediate dissolution, w

    as meant by Deat day, hee [ 1050 ]

    Pains onely in Cold,

    And bringing fort h joy,

    Fruit of the Curse aslope

    Glancd on t earne

    My bread; w harm? Idleness had bin worse; [ 1055 ]

    My labour ain me; and least Cold

    Or  simely care

    provided, and his hands

    Cloatying while he judgd;

    how much more, if we pray him, will his ear [ 1060 ]

    Be open, and  to pitie incline,

    And teac means to shun

    t Seasons, Rain, Ice, hail and Snow,

    h various Face begins

    to sain, whe inds [ 1065 ]

    Blo and keen, stering the graceful locks

    Of trees; which bids us seek

    Som better ster o cherish

    Our Limbs benummd, ere tarr

    Leave cold t, herd beams [ 1070 ]

    Reflected, may ter sere foment,

    Or by collision of two bodies grinde

    ttrite to Fire, as late the Clouds

    Justling or pushir shock

    tine t Lig flame drivn down [ 1075 ]

    Kindles the gummie bark of Firr or Pine,

    And sends a comfortable  from farr,

    supplie to use,

    And w may else be remedie or cure

    to evils w, [ 1080 ]

    ruct us praying, and of Grace

    Beseec fear

    to pass commodiously taind

    By s, till we end

    In dust, our final rest and native home. [ 1085 ]

    better can o the place

    Repairing e fall

    Before , and there confess

    s, and pardon beg, ears

    atering the Air [ 1090 ]

    Frequenting, sent from s contrite, in sign

    Of sorrow unfeignd, and ion meek.

    Undoubtedly  and turn

    From his displeasure; in whose look serene,

    severe, [ 1095 ]

    else but favor, grace, and mercie shon?

    So spake our Fatent, nor Eve

    Felt less remorse: to the place

    Repairing e fell

    Before , and both confessd [ 1100 ]

    s, and pardon begd, ears

    atering the Air

    Frequenting, sent from s contrite, in sign

    Of sorrow unfeignd, and ion meek.