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Vapor, and mist, and exhalation hot,
Corrupt and pestilent: Now from the north 6
Of Norumbega, and the Samoed shore,
Bursting their brazen dungeon, asm'd with ice,
And snow, and hail, and stormy gust and flaw,
Boreas,and Cæcias, and Argestes loud,
And Thrascias, rend the woods and seas upturn;;
With adverse blast upturns them from the south
Notus and Afer, black with thundrous clouds
From Serraliona; thwart of these as fierce
Forth rush the Levant and the Ponent winds
Eurus and Zephyr with their lateral noise,
Sirocco, and Libecchio. Thus began.
Outrage from lifeless things; but Discord first
Daughter of Sin, among th'irrational,
Death introduc'd through fierce antipathy:
Beast now with beast 'gan war, and fowl with fo
And fish with fish; to graze the herb all leaving
Devour'd each other; nor stood much in awe
Of Man, but fled him, or with count'nance grin
Glar'd on him passing. These were from withou
The growing miseries, which Adam saw
Already in part, though hid in gloomiest shade
To sorrow abandon’d, but worse felt within,
And in a troubled sea of passion tost,
Thus to disburden fought with sad complaint.

O miserable of happy! is this the end
Of this new glorious world, and me so late


The glory of that glory, who,now become
Accurs’d of blessed, hide me from the face
Of God, whom to behold was then my highth
Of happiness! yet well, if here would end 725
The misery; I desery'd it, and would bear
My own deservings; but this will not serve;
All that I eat or drink, or shall beget,
Is propagated curse. O voice once heard
Delightfully, Increase and multiply,
Now death to hear! for what can I increase
Or multiply, but curses on my head?
Who, of all ages to succeed, but feeling

The evil on him brought by me, will curse
My head? Ill fare our ancestor impure, 735
For this we may thank Adam; but his thanks
Shall be the execration; so besides
Mine own that bide upon me, all from me,
Shall with a fierce reflux on me redound;
On me, as on their natural center light, 740
Heavy, though in their place. O fleeting joys
Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mold me Man, did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me, or here place 745
In this delicious garden? as my will
Concurr'd not to my being, it were but right
And equal to reduce me to my dust,
Desirous to resign and render back

All I receiv’d, unable to perform
Thy terms, too hard, by which I was to hold
The good I sought not. To the loss of that,
Sufficient penalty, why haft thou added
The sense of endless woes? inexplicable
Thy justice seems; yet, to say truth, too late
I thus contest; then should have been refus'd
Those terms whatever, when they were propos
Thou didst accept them; wilt thou enjoy theç
Then cavil the conditions and though God
Made thee without thy leave, what if thy Son
Prove disobedient, and reprov’d, retort,
Wherefore didst thou beget me? I sought it no
Wouldn thou admit for his contempt of thee
That proud excuse? yet him not thy election,
But natural necessity begot.
God made thee of choice his own, and of his
To serve him; thy reward was of his grace,
Thy punishment then justly is at his will.
Be it so, for I submit; his doom is fair,
That duft I am, and shall to dust return:
O welcome hour whenever! why delays
His hand to execute what his decree-
Fix'd on this day? why do I overlive,
Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd

To deathless pain? how gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible, how glad would lay me down

As in my mother's lap? there I should rest
And sleep secure; his dreadful voice no more
Would thunder in my ears, no fear of worse, 780
To me and to my ofspring,would torment me
With cruel expectation. Yet one doubt
Pursues me still, left all I cannot die;
Lest that pure breath of life, the spirit of Man,
Which God inspir’d, cannot together perish 785
With this corporeal clod; then in the grave,
Or in some other dismal place, who knows
But I shall die a living death? O thought
Horrid, if true! yet why? it was but breath
Of life that sinn’d; what dies but what had life 790
And sin? the body properly hath neither.
All of me then shall die: let this appease
The doubt, since human reach no further knows.
For though the Lord of all be infinite,
Is his wrath also? be it, Man is not so, 795
But mortal doom’d. How can he exercise
Wrath without end on Man,whom death must end?
Can he make deathless death? that were to make
Strange contradiction, which to God himself
Impossible is held, as argument

Of weakness, not of pow'r. Will he draw out,
For anger’s fake, finite to infinite
In punish’d Man, to satisfy his rigor
Satisfy'd never? that were to extend
His sentence beyond dust and nature's law, 805

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And Dipsas (not so thick swarm’d once the soil
Bedropt with blood of Gorgon, or the ile
Ophiusa) but still greatest he the midit,
Now Dragon grown, larger than whom the sun
Ingender'd in the Pythian vale on slime,
Huge Python, and his pow'r no less he seem'd
Above the rest still to retain; they all
Him follow'd issuing forth to th’open field,
Where all yet left of that revolted rout,
Heav'n-fall'n, in station stood or just array,
Sublime with expectation when to see
In triumph issuing forth their glorious chief;
They faw, but other sight instead, a crowd
Of ugly serpents; horror on them fell,
And horrid sympathy; for what they saw,
They felt themselves now changing; down their a
Down fell both spear and shield, down they as
And the dire hiss renew'd, and the dire form,
Catch'd by contagion; like in punishment,
As in their crime. Thus was th’applause they m
Turn’d to exploding hiss, triumph to shame
Calton themselves from their own mouths. There
A grove hard by, sprung up with this their chi
His will who reigns above, to aggravate
Their penance, laden with fair fruit, like that
Which grew in Paradise, the bait of Eve
Us’d by the Tempter: on that prospect ftrange
Their earnest eyes they fix'd, imagining

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