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And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old :
Then feed on Thoughts, that voluntary move
Harmonious Nuinbers ; as the wakeful Bird
Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid
Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet Approach of Ev'n or Morn,
Or Sight of vernal bloom, or Summer's Rose,
Or Flocks, or Herds, or Human Face divine ;
But Cloud instead, and ever-during Dark
Surrounds me! from the chearful Ways of Men
Cut off, and for the Book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal Blank
Of Nature's Works, to me expung'd and ras’d,
And Wisdom at one Entrance quite shut out.
So much the rather Thou, celestial Light !
Shine inward, and the Mind thro' all her Powers
Irradiate, there plant Eyes all Mift from thence
Purge and disperse, that I may fee and tell
Of Things invisible to mortal Sight.

The fublime HOM'A GE of ANGELS. MILTON.

W

ITH folemn Adoration down they cast
Their Crowns inwove with Amarant and

Gold;
Then crown'd again, their golden Harps they took,
Harps ever tun'd, that glittering by their Side
Like Quivers hung, and with Preamble sweet
Of charming Symphony they introduce
Their sacred Song, and waken Raptures high :
No Voice exempt, no Voice but well could join
Melodious Part, fuch Concord is in Heaven.

Thee,

Thee, Father first they sung Omnipotent, Immutable, Immortal, Infinite, Eternal King; Thee Author of all Being, Fountain of Light, thyself invisible Amidst the glorious Brightness where thou fitit Thron'd inaccessible, but when thou shad'it The full Blaze of thy Beams, and through a Cloud Drawn round about thee like a radiant Shrine, Dark with excessive Bright thy Skirts appear, Yet dazzle Heav'n, that brighteft Seraphim Approach not, but with both Wings veil their Eyes. Thee next they fang, of all Creation first, Begotten Son, Divine Similitude, In whose conspicuous Countenance without Cloud Made visible, th' Almighty Father shines, Whom else no Creature can behold; on thee Impress'd th' Effulgence of his Glory abides, Transfus’d on thee his ample Spirit rests. Hail Son of GOD! Saviour of Men, thy Name Shall be the copious Matter of my Song Hence forth, and never shall my Harp thy Praise Forget, nor from thy Father's Praise disjoin.

ADAM and EVE in Paradise. MILTON.

WO of far nobler Shape erect and tall,

In naked Majesty seem'd Lords of all,
And worthy feem'd; for in their Looks divine
The Image of their glorious Maker fhone,
Truth, Wisdom, Sanétitude severe and pure,
(Severe but in true filial Freedom plac'd)
For Contemplation he and Valour formid,

For

For Softness she and sweet attractive Grace ;
He for God only; the for God in him :
His fair large Front and Eye sublime declar'd
Absolute Rule; and hyacinthin Locks
Round froin his parted Forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his Shoulders broad:
She as a Veil down to her slender Waist
Her unadorned golden Tresses wore
Disheveld, but in wanton Ringlets wav'd.
So pass'd they naked on, nor shunn'd the Sight
Of God or Angel, for they thought no lil:
So Hand in Hand they pass’d the loveliest Pair
That ever since in Love's Embraces met.

The CREATION finish'd and survey'd. Milton.

ERE finish'd he, and all that he had made

Hview, and behold all was entirely good ;

So Ev'n and Morn accomplish'd the fixth Day:
Yet not till the Creator from his Work
Defifting, though unwearied, up return'd,
Up io the Heav'n of Heav'ns his high Abode,
Thence to behold this new-created World,
Th’ Addition of his Empire, how it show'd
In Prospect from his Throne, how good, how fair,
Answering his great Idea, Up he rode
Follow'd with Acclamation and the Sound
Symphonious of ten thousand Harps that tun'd
Angelic Harmonies; the Earth, the Air,
Resounded, (thou remember'ft, for thou heard'it).
The Heav'ns and all the Constellations rung,
The Planets in their Stations lift'ning stood,
While the bright Pomp ascended jubilant.

Open,

Open, ye everlasting Gates, they fung,
Open, ye Heav'ns, your everlasting Doors ; let in
The great Creator from his Work return'd
Magnificent, his fix Days Work, a World.

FOR

Induc'd me.

Adam relates to the Angel Raphael his pleafing Amazement on the first Survey he took of himself.

MILTON. FOR Man to tell how human Life began

Is hard; for who himself Beginning knew? Defire with thee ftill longer to converse

As new wak'd from foundeft Sleep
Soft on the flow'ry Herb I found me laid
In balmy Sweat; which with his Beams the Sun
Soon dry'd, and on the reeking Moisture fed.
Strait toward Heav'n my Wand'ring Eyes I turn'd,
And gaz'd a-while the ample Sky, till rais'd
By quick instinctive Motion up I sprung,
As thitherward endeavouring, and upright

on
my

about me round I saw
Hill, Dale, and shady Wood, and sunny Plains,
And liquid Lapse of murmuring Streams ; by these,
Creatures that liv'd, and mov'd, and walk'd, or flew,
Birds on the Branches warbling; all Things (mild
With Fragrance, and with Joy my Heart o’erflow'd,
Myself I then perus'd, and Limb by Limb
Survey'd, and sometimes went, and sometimes ran
With supple Joints, as lively Vigor led :
But who I was, or where, or from what Cause
Knew not; to speak I try'd, and forthwith spake ;
My Tongue obey'd, and readily could name
Whate'er I saw. Thou Sun, faid I, fair Light,

And

Stood

Feet;

And thou enlighten'a Earth, fo fresh and
Ye Hills and Dales, ye Rivers, Woods, and Plains,
And ye that live and move, fair Creatures, tell,
Tell, if ye faw, how came I thus, how here?
Not of myself; by some great Maker then,
In Goodness and in Pow'r præeminent ;
Tell me, how may I know him, how adore,
From whom I have that thus I move and live,
And feel that I am happier than I know.
While thus I callid, and stray'd I knew not whither.
From where I first drew Air, and first beheld
This happy Light, when Answer none return’d,
On a green shady Bank, profule of Flow'rs,
Penfive I lat me down ; there gentle Sleep
First found me, and with soft Oppression seiz'd
My droused Sense, untroubl'd, though I thought
I then was passing to my former State
Insensible and forthwith to diffolve:
When suddenly stood at my Head a Dream,
Whose inward Apparition gently mov'd
My Fancy to believe I yet had Being,
And liv'd; One came, methought, of Shape divine,
And said, Thy Mansion wants thee, Adam, rise,
First Man, of Men innumerable ordain'd,
First Father, call’d by thee I come thy Guide
To the Garden of Bliss, thy Seat prepar’d.
So saying, by the Hand he took me raisid,
And over Fields and Waters, as in Air
Smooth sliding without Step, last led me up
A woody Mountain ; whose high Top was plain,
A Circuit wide, inclos'd, with goodliest Trees
Planted, with Walks, and Bow'rs, that what I saw
Of Earth before scarce pleasant seem’d. Each Tree

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