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Those balmy spoils. As When to them who sail :i »';.

Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past '.• moil

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Sabean odours, from the spicy shore . '., .

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Well pleas'd they slack their course, and many a league
Chear'd with the grateful smell, old Ocean smiles.

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Sat Ax's Jirst Sight of Adam and Eve.

Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall.
Godlike erect, with native honour clad
In naked Majesty, seem'd lords of all:
And worthy seem'd; for in their looks divine
The image of their glorious Maker shone,
Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure,
(Severe, but in true filial freedom plac'd)
Whence true authority in men: though both
Not equal, as their sex not equal seem'd;
For contemplation he and valour form'd,
For softness she aud sweet attractive grace;
He for God only, she for God in him.
His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule; and hyacinthin locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clust'ring, but not beneath his shoulders broad:
She, as a veil, down to the slender waist
Her unadorned golden tresses wore
Dishevel'd, but in wanton ringlets wav'd,
As the vine curls her tendrils, which imply'd
Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway,
And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.

Eve gives an Account of what first befel her after her Creation.

That day I oft remember, when from sleep
1 first awak'd, and found myself repos'd
Under a shade on flowers, much wond'ring where
And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.


Not distant far.from.thence a murm'ring sound .
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread
Into a liquid plain, then stood unmov'd
Pure as th' expanse of Heav'n; I thither went
With unexperienc'd thought, and laid me down
•On the green bank, to look into the clear
Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite
A shape within the wat'ry gleam appear'd,
Bending to.look on me: I started'back,
It started back; but pleas'd I soon return'd,
Pleas'd it return'd as soon with answering looks
Of sympathy and love; there I had flx'd
Mine eyes till now, and pin'd with vain desire,
Had not a voice thus warn'd me, What thou seest,
'What there thou seest, fair Creature, is thyself;
With thee it came and goes: but follow me,
And I will bring thee where no shadow stays
Thy coming, and th)' soft embraces; he
Whose image thou art, him thou shalt enjoy
Inseparably thine, to him shalt bear
Multitudes like thyself, and thence be call'd
Mother of human race. What could I do,
But follow strait, invisibly thus Jed?
Till I espy'd thee, fair indeed and tall,
Under a platan; yet methought less fair,
Less winning soft, less amiably mild,
Than that smooth wat'ry image: back I turn'd;
Thou following cry'dst aloud. Return, fair Eve,
Whom rly'st thou? whom thou fly'st, of him thou art.
His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent
Out of my side to thee, nearest my heart,
Substantial life, to have thee by my side
Henceforth an individual solace dear;
Part of my soul I seek thee, and thee claim
My other half. With that thy gentle hand
Seiz'd mine: I yielded, and from that time see
How beauty is excell'd by manly grace
And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.

A Description of Night.

Now came still evening on, and twilight grey
Had in her sober livery all tiiings clad;

Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk; all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd: now glow'd the firmament
With living saphirs; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

Eve describes Acr Happiness in Adam'scompany.


With thee conversing I forget all time;

All seasons, and their change, all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun,

When first on this delightful land he spreads

His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,

Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth

After soft showers; and sweet the coming on

Of grateful evening mild; then silent night

With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heav'n, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn, when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun
On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew; nor fragrance after showers;
Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,
Or glittering star.light, without thee is sweet.

ItENcouNTER&e/wt't'rtGABRiEL and Satan i/iParadise.

While thus he spake, th' angelic squadron bright
Turn'd fiery red, sharp'ning in mooned horns
Their phalanx, and began to hem him round
With ported spears, as thick as when a field
Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends
Her bearded grove of ears which way the wind
Sways them; the careful plowman doubting stands,
Last on the threshing floor his hopeful sheaves
I'rove chaff. On th' other side Satan alarm'd,

Collecting all his might, dilated stood,

Like Teneriff or Atlas unremov'd:

His stature reach'd the sky, and on his crest

Sat horror plum'd; nor wanted in his grasp

What seem'd both spear and shield. Now dreadful deeds

Might have ensued, nor only Paradise

In this commotion, but the starry cope

Of Heav'n perhaps, or all the elements,

At least had gone to wrack, disturb'd and torn

With violence of this conflict, had not soon

Th' Eternal, to prevent such horrid fray^.

Hung forth in Heav'n his golden scales, yet seen

Betwixt Astrea and the Scorpion sign,

Wherein all thing? created first he weigh'd,

The pendulous ropnd earth with balanc'd air

In counterpoise, now ponders all events,

Battles and realms; in these he put two weights,

The sequel each of parting and of fight;

The latter quick up flew, and kick'd the beam;

Which Gabriel spying, thus bespake the fiend:

Satan, I know thy strength, and thou know'st mine; Neither our own, but giv'n; what folly then. To boast what arms can do? since thine no more Than Heav'n permits, nor mine, though doubled now To trample thee as mire: for proof look up, And read thy lot in yon celestial sign, Where thou art weigh'd, and shown how light, how weak, If thou resist. The Fiend look'd up, and knew His mounted scale aloft: nor more; but fled Murm'ring, and with him fled the shades of night.

The Morning Hymn O/'adam and Eve.


These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!

Almighty, thine this universal frame,

Thus wond'rous fair; thyself how wond'rous then!

Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these Heavens,

To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare

Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine.

Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light.

Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs

And choral symphonies, day without night,

Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven,

On Earth join all ye creatures, to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night.
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiliu mora
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sp..ere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. . •
Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.
Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly'st,
With the fixM stars, fix'd in their orb that flies;
And ye five other wand'ring fires that move
In mystic dance, no* without song resound
His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light.
Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birrh
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix
And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change
Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise
From hill or streaming lake, dusky or gray.
Till the son paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honour to the world's great Author rise,
Whether to deck with clouds th* nncolonr'd sky.
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers,
Rising or falling still advance his praise.
His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow.
Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines,
With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices all ye living Souls; ye Birds,
That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
The earth,. and stately tread, or lowly creep;
Witness if I be silent, morn or even,
To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade,
Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail, universal Lord! be bounteous still
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd,
Disperse it, light dispels the dark.

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