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Paradise Lost III 约翰·弥尔顿 1843Words 2018-03-22
Faire Angel, thy desire which tends to know The works of God, thereby to glorifie [ 695 ] The great Work-Maister, leads to no excess That reaches blame, but rather merits praise The more it seems excess, that led thee hither From thy Empyreal Mansion thus alone, To witness with thine eyes what some perhaps [ 700 ] Contented with report hear only in heavn: For wonderful indeed are all his works, Pleasant to know, and worthy to be all Had in remembrance always with delight; But what created mind can comprehend [ 705 ] Thir number, or the wisdom infinite That brought them forth, but hid thir causes deep.

I saw when at his Word the formless Mass, This worlds material mould, came to a heap: Confusion heard his voice, and wilde uproar [ 710 ] Stood ruld, stood vast infinity confind; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shon, and order from disorder spring: Swift to thir several Quarters hasted then The cumbrous Elements, Earth, Flood, Aire, Fire, [ 715 ] And this Ethereal quintessence of Heavn Flew upward, spirited with various forms, That rowld orbital, and turn to Starrs Numberless, as thou seest, and how they move; Each had his place appointed, each his course, [ 720 ]

The rest in circuit walls this Universe. Look downward on that Globe whose hither side With light from henceforth, though but reflected, shines; That place is Earth the seat of Man, that light His day, which else as th other Hemisphere [ 725 ] Night would invade, but there is the neighboring Moon (So ​​call that opposite fair Starr) her aide Timely interposes, and her monthly round Still ending, still renewing through mid Heavn, With borrowed light her countenance triform [ 730 ] Hence fills and empties to enlighten the Earth, And in her pale dominion checks the night.

That spot to which I point is Paradise, Adams abode, those loftie shades his Bowre. Thy way thou canst not miss, me mine requires. [ 735 ] Thus said, he turn, and Satan bowing low, As to superior Spirits is wont in Heaven, Where honor due and reverence none neglects, Took leave, and toward the coast of Earth beneath, Down from th Ecliptic, sped with hopd success, [ 740 ] Throws his steep flight in many an Aerie wheele, Nor staid, till on Niphates top he lights.
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