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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

    to try thee, Adam, I was pleasd,

    And finde t of Beasts alone,

    rig of thy self,

    Expressing  hee free, [ 440 ]

    My Image, not imparted to te,

    for thee

    Good reason  dislike,

    And be so minded still; I, ere t,

    Kne not good for Man to be alone, [ 445 ]

    And no suc

    Intended trial onely brought,

    to see  judge of fit and meet:

    next I bring shee, be assurd,

    t her self, [ 450 ]

    tly to ts desire.

    hee ended, or I heard no more, for now

    My earthly by his heavnly overpowerd,

    ood under, streind to th

    In t celestial Colloquie sublime, [ 455 ]

    As  t excels the sense,

    Dazld and spent, sunk do repair

    Of sleep, ly fell on me, calld

    By Nature as in aide, and closd mine eyes.

    Mine eyes  opn left the Cell [ 460 ]

    Of Fancie my internal sight, by which

    Abstract as in a transe met I saw,

    the shape

    Still glorious before wood;

    ooping opnd my left side, and took [ 465 ]

    From ts warme,

    And Life-blood streaming freshe wound,

    But suddenly h flesh filld up and heald:

    th his hands;

    Under ure grew, [ 470 ]

    Manlike, but different sex, so lovly faire,

    t he orld, seemd now

    Mean, or in aind

    And in  time infusd

    Sness into my , unfelt before, [ 475 ]

    And into all things from her Aire inspird

    t of love and amorous delight.