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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

    tc us descend

    A lower flig hand

    Useful, wion may arise [ 200 ]

    Of somt unseasonable to ask

    By sufferance, and ted favour deignd.

    ting w was don

    Ere my remembrance: now e

    My Storie,  heard; [ 205 ]

    And Day is yet not spent; till t

    tly to detaine thee I devise,

    Inviting to e,

    Fond,  not in hy reply:

    For hee, I seem in heavn, [ 210 ]

    And ser to my eare

    ts of Palm-tree pleasantest to t

    And  the houre

    Of s repast; tiate, and soon fill,

    t, but th Grace Divine [ 215 ]

    Imbud, bring to tness no satietie.

    to whus Raphael answerd heavnly meek.

    Nor are thy lips ungraceful, Sire of men,

    Nor tongue ineloquent; for God on thee

    Abundantly s h also pourd [ 220 ]

    Inh, his image faire:

    Speaking or mute all comliness and grace

    Attends tion formes

    Nor less th

    t, and inquire [ 225 ]

    Gladly into th Man:

    For God we see

    On Man herefore on;

    For I t Day , as befell,

    Bound on a voyage uncouth and obscure, [ 230 ]

    Farr on excursion toes of hell;

    Squard in full Legion (such command we had)

    to see t none th a spie,

    Or enemie, while God was in his work,

    Least  at sucion bold, [ 235 ]

    Destruction ion mig.