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

    Death, nor would prolong

    Life muc rat

    Fairest and easiest of this combrous charge,

    keep till my appointed day [ 550 ]

    Of rendring up, and patiently attend

    My dissolution. Michael replid,

    Nor love te; but

    Live  to heavn:

    And no. [ 555 ]

    he lookd and saw a spacious Plaine, whereon

    ere tents of various hue; by some were herds

    Of Cattel grazing: othe sound

    Of Instruments t made melodious chime

    as heard, of harp and Organ; and who moovd [ 560 ]

    tops and c touch

    Instinct tions low and high

    Fled and pursud transverse t fugue.

    In ot stood one he Forge

    Labouring, two massie clods of Iron and Brass [ 565 ]

    ed (wher found where casual fire

    ed ain or in Vale,

    Doo t

    to som Caves mout by stream

    From underground) the liquid Ore he dreind [ 570 ]

    Into fit moulds prepard; from which he formd

    First ooles; t mig

    Fusil or gravn in mettle. After these,

    But on t sort

    From t, [ 575 ]

    Doo thir guise

    Just men tudy bent

    to wors, and know his works

    Not  w preserve

    Freedom and Peace to men: the Plain [ 580 ]

    Long  , s behold

    A Beavie of fair omen, richly gay

    In Gems and on dress; to they sung

    Soft amorous Ditties, and in dance came on:

    t thir eyes [ 585 ]

    Rove  rein, till in t

    Fast caughey likd, and each his liking chose;

    And noreat till tar

    Loves

    t tial torch, and bid invoke [ 590 ]

    to marriage Rites invokt;

    it and Musick all tents resound.