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

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    So C  he a while

    t ill speaking, still stood fixt to hear;

    t tefully replid.

    t, or w recompence [ 5 ]

    Equal o render thee, Divine

    orian, w allayd

    t I saft

    tion to relate

    things else by me unsearchable, now heard [ 10 ]

    it delight, and, as is due,

    ittributed to the high

    Creator; somet of doubt remaines,

    ion can resolve.

    his orld [ 15 ]

    Of ing, and compute,

    tudes, t, a graine,

    An Atom,  compard

    And all arrs, t seem to rowle

    Spaces incomprehensible (for such [ 20 ]

    tance argues and t return

    Diurnal) meerly to officiate light

    Round tual spot,

    One day and nig survey

    Useless besides, reasoning I oft admire, [ 25 ]

    ure

    Sucions, h superfluous hand

    So many nobler Bodies to create,

    Greater so manifold to this one use,

    For aughir Orbs impose [ 30 ]

    Sucless revolution day by day

    Repeated, h,

    t better migh farr less compass move,

    Servd by more noble ttaines

    least motion, and receaves, [ 35 ]

    As tribute suc

    Of incorporeal speed, ;

    Speed, to describe wness Number failes.