To boast what arms can do! since thine, no more Than Heaven permits, nor mine, though doubled To trample thee as mire: for proof look up, [now, 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 Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. END OF BOOK IT THE ARGUMENT. Morning approached, Eve relates to Adam her troublesome dream: he likes it not, yet comforts her. They come forth to their day labours: their morning hymn at the door of their bower. God, to render man inexcusable, sends Raphael to admonish him of his obedience, of his free estate, of his enemy near at hand, who he is, and why his enemy; and whatever else may avail Adam to know. Raphael comes down to Paradise: his appearance described: his coming discerned by Adam afar off, sitting at the door of his bower: he goes out to meet him, brings him to his lodge, entertains him with the choicest fruits of Paradise got together by Eve; their discourse at table. Raphael performs his message, minds Adam of his state ans of us enemy; relates, at Adam's request, who that enemy is, and how he came to be 80, beginning from his first revolt in heaven, and the occasion thereof; how he drew his legions after him to the parts of the north, and there incited them to rebel with him, persuading all but only Abdiel a seraph, who in argument dissuades and opposes him, then forsakes him. PARADISE LOST. BOOK V. Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep Was airy-light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate vapours bland, which the only soun. Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan, Lightly dispersed, and the shrill matin song Of birds on every bough: so much the more His wonder was to find unwaken'd Eve With tresses discomposed and glowing cheek, As through unquiet rest: he, on his side Leaning half-raised, with looks of cordial love Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice Mild, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisper'd thus: "Awake, My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight! Awake; the morning shines, and the fresh field. Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron-grove, "O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My glory, my perfection; glad I see Thy face, and morn return'd; for I this night I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; |