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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

    But w,

    in heavn [ 160 ]

    Rise on the Sun,

    his flaming rode begin,

    Or S  course advance

    it spinning sleeps

    On  Axle, while she paces Eevn, [ 165 ]

    And beares t h Air along,

    Sollicit not ts ters hid,

    Leave to God above, him serve and feare;

    Of otures, as ,

    , let hou [ 170 ]

    In his Paradise

    And too high

    to knohere; be lowlie wise:

    t concernes thy being;

    Dream not of ot Creatures there [ 175 ]

    Live, in ate, condition or degree,

    Contented t th been reveald

    Not of Eart of  heavn.

    to w, replid.

    tisfid me, pure [ 180 ]

    Intelligence of heavn, Angel serene,

    And freed from intricacies, taugo live

    t s

    to interrupt t of Life, from which

    God h bid dwell farr off all anxious cares, [ 185 ]

    And not molest us, unless we our selves

    Seek ts, and notions vain.

    But apt to roave

    Unc, and of her roaving is no end;

    till aught, she learne, [ 190 ]

    t not to kno large of te

    From use, obscure and suttle, but to know

    t which before us lies in daily life,

    Is t is more, is fume,

    Or emptiness, or fond impertinence, [ 195 ]

    And renders us in t most concerne

    Unpractisd, unprepard, and still to seek.