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作品:Paradise Lost Ⅻ 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 the heavn of heavns he shall ascend

    itory, triumphe aire

    Over here shall surprise

    t, Prince of aire, and drag in Chaines

    there confounded leave; [ 455 ]

    ter into glory, and resume

    at Gods riged high

    Above all names in hence shall come,

    ion shall be ripe,

    ito judge both quick and dead [ 460 ]

    to judge t to reward

    o bliss,

    h

    Shall all be Paradise, far happier place

    this of Eden, and far happier daies. [ 465 ]

    So spake then pausd,

    As at t period; and our Sire

    Replete hus replid.

    O goodness infinite, goodness immense!

    t all this good of evil shall produce, [ 470 ]

    And evil turn to good; more wonderful

    t  brough

    Lig of darkness! full of doubt I stand,

    me now of sin

    By mee done and occasiond, or rejoyce [ 475 ]

    Muc muchereof shall spring,

    to God more glory, more good o Men

    From God, and over h grace shall abound.

    But say, if our deliverer up to heavn

    Must reascend, ide the few [ 480 ]

    among thful herd,

    truthen shall guide

    deale

    ors ?