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

    S Love for Gods,

    Not terrible, terrour be in Love [ 490 ]

    And beautie, not approacronger e,

    e stronger, under shew of Love well feignd,

    to end.

    So spake the Enemie of Mankind, enclosd

    In Serpent, Inmate bad, and toward Eve [ 495 ]

    Addressd  ed wave,

    Prone on t on his reare,

    Circular base of rising foulds, t tourd

    Fould above fould a surging Maze, his head

    Crested aloft, and Carbuncle his Eyes; [ 500 ]

    it Neck of verdant Gold, erect

    Amidst  on the grass

    Floted redundant: pleasing was his shape,

    And lovely, never since of Serpent kind

    Lovelier, not t in Illyria changd [ 505 ]

    he God

    In Epidaurus; nor to wransformd

    Ammonian Jove, or Capitoline was seen,

    h her who bore

    Scipio tract oblique [ 510 ]

    At first, as one  feard

    to interrupt, side-long he works his way.

    As

    Nighe ind

    Veres oft, as oft so steers, and ss her Saile; [ 515 ]

    So varied ortuous traine

    Curld many a on  of Eve,

    to lure he sound

    Of rusling Leaves, but minded not, as usd

    to suc before he Field, [ 520 ]

    From every Beast, more duteous at her call,

    t Circean call the herd disguisd.

    ood;

    But as in gaze admiring: Oft he bowd

    urret Crest, and sleek enameld Neck, [ 525 ]

    Farod.

    le dumb expression turnd at length

    to mark his play; he glad

    Of tention gaind,  tongue

    Organic, or impulse of vocal Air, [ 530 ]

    temptation thus began.