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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

    Not of my self; by some great Maker then,

    In goodness and in po;

    tell me, how may I know him, how adore, [ 280 ]

    From hus I move and live,

    And feel t I am hen I know.

    rayd I kne wher,

    From  beheld

    t, wurnd, [ 285 ]

    On a green shadie Bank profuse of Flours

    Pensive I sate me dole sleep

    First found me, and  oppression seisd

    My droused sense, untroubld, t

    I to my former state [ 290 ]

    Insensible, and forto dissolve:

    ood at my head a dream,

    ion gently movd

    My Fancy to believe I yet had being,

    And livd: One came, met, of shape Divine, [ 295 ]

    And said, ts thee, Adam, rise,

    First Man, of Men innumerable ordaind

    First Fathy Guide

    to t prepard.

    So saying, by took me raisd, [ 300 ]

    And over Fields and aters, as in Aire

    Smoot step, last led me up

    A ain; wop was plaine,

    A Circuit  trees

    Planted,  w I saw [ 305 ]

    Of Eart seemd. Eacree

    Loadn  Fruit, t o the Eye

    tempting, stirrd in me sudden appetite

    to pluck and eate; w I wakd, and found

    Before mine Eyes all real, as the dream [ 310 ]

    had lively shadowd: here had new begun

    My wandring,  hee who was my Guide

    Up rees appeerd,

    Presence Divine. Rejoycing, but h aw,

    In adoration at  I fell [ 315 ]

    Submiss: st I am,

    Said mildely, Aut

    Above, or round about th.