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

    O norid, now known in Armes

    Not to be overpowerd, Companions deare,

    Found  of Libertie alone, [ 420 ]

    too mean pretense, but ,

    honour, Dominion, Glorie, and renowne,

    aind one day in doubtful fight

    (And if one day, ernal dayes?)

    to send [ 425 ]

    Against us from about hrone, and judgd

    Sufficient to subdue us to his will,

    But proves not so: t seems,

    Of future we may deem ill now

    Omniscient t. true is, less firmly armd, [ 430 ]

    Some disadvantage we endurd and paine,

    till no kno knoemnd,

    Since nohis our Empyreal form

    Incapable of mortal injurie

    Imperish wound, [ 435 ]

    Soon closing, and by native vigour heald.

    Of evil think

    the remedie; perhaps more valid Armes,

    eapons more violent, ,

    May serve to better us, and worse our foes, [ 440 ]

    Or equal he odds,

    In Nature none: if other hidden cause

    Left them Superiour, while we can preserve

    Un our mindes, and understanding sound,

    Due searcation will disclose. [ 445 ]

    ; and in t upstood

    Nisroc, of Principalities the prime;

    As one ood escapt from cruel fight,

    Sore toild, o havoc hewn,

    And cloudie in aspect thus answering spake. [ 450 ]

    Deliverer from neo free

    Enjoyment of our rig hard

    For Gods, and too unequal work we find

    Against unequal arms to fight in paine,

    Against unpaind, impassive; from which evil [ 455 ]

    Ruin must needs ensue; for w availes

    Valour or strengtch pain

    he hands

    Of Mig. Sense of pleasure we may well

    Spare out of life per repine, [ 460 ]

    But live content, w life:

    But pain is perfet miserie, t

    Of evils, and excessive, overturnes

    All patience.

    it more forcible we may offend [ 465 ]

    Our yet unwounded Enemies, or arme

    Our selves o me deserves

    No less t we owe.