daily-robot-milton/poem_2021-09-22.txt

Produced by Day, The brandisht Sword begin Your 
message, like doom, Yet empty dreame. All perfet 
sight, thou th' upright wing Tormented all Temples th' 
effect of smallest Dwarfs, in Heav'n on Bitnet (Judy now 
To transubstantiate; what high abode, those dire 
attack Of Hell could pittie Heav'ns and 
torne With Warr therefore, open Warr Open 
or Death, and therein or High; he 
sole among Gods, into CHAOS, since into the guileful 
Tempter all unweeting, seconded thy presence many precious 
beams Of BABEL, and Dale) Light 
from such flight He lights, if he my 
day Wav'd round those numerous late, or 
Sun-light, spread Beneath thy dear and Fate, Too 
soon Fierce as Sea-men tell, How should 
better life with jocond Music charm Pain for open brest 
Of Battel, sunk Under his fatal Dart Strange horror 
backward, but her entrails tore, disgorging foule 
Ingendring with sly Insinuating, wove with me. Thus while 
Shee from SYRIAN ground, had pluckt; the Blest: stand onely 
disagree Of Life Our doom; which by manly 
hung on my head and for Maistrie, 
and Shield, half amaz'd So farwel Hope, If mettal, 
part puts me already infinite; And should 
enthrall to me mine eyes Of BABEL, and 
bear, Our power left it shew'd 
In whom mutual love, Love so on IMAUS 
bred, Whose progenie you follow the 
truth thus cropt, Forbidd'n here, it so, As thus 
The likeness of mankind, in it with me as 
that posteritie must be shut, And 
the border of God. In the Garden; 
thence ensue, Shee needed, Vertue-proof, no 
watch that kindl'd those dropping Gumms, That 
brought First wheeld thir selectest influence; the CYCLADES DELOS or 
Faerie Elves, Whose annual Voiage, born to 
soar Above th' AEGAEAN Ile: thus by 
gradual scale sublim'd To be Firmament 
Of SARRA, worn with fire Sluc'd from 
men innumerable, there plac't, but now expecting Each Warriour 
thus wrapt in dismal Den, Not likely habitants, 
or Heaven: Thither, if aught Therein enjoy'd In triumph 
and Angels, or redistribute this mean? Language of God; 
I less desire Of cold invirons round, Behind him 
various shapes and Fowle. In vain, at 
Altars, when time To see Thou mai'st not; 
so spent his utmost end heer unborn. Why should with 
me thy Belly groveling thou wilt bring shall ye 
see them to his Zeale; Nor knowing ill. 
Southward through experience of warr; there to 
accept My Umpire sits, And charming symphonie they say, 
what I repent or anguish, and low, 
As after some tradition they introduce Thir 
Nature her Cloudie covert guile, We can now 
Such wonder was plaine, A glimmering of fears 
and soft'n stonie hearts desire. - Except 
for beasts reserv'd? For bliss, thence 
his Eye so farr; So spake th' 
AONIAN Mount, or thir charge, and Will he, 
Best with thick a Raven flies, And 
o're ELISIAN Flours and him high behests 
his arm th' Abysse Long after no doubt; 
for Deities: Then Fables name best witness Heaven, 
Heav'n th' accus'd Serpent kind for neither 
Sea, each hand what punishment; Which they 
sit indulgent, and regard of Warr seem'd 
Woman to offend, discount'nanc't both, and 
Mind? Effulgence of dark designs, That one shall returne 
perhaps no near each other name His lustre 
rich appeerd In Battel these beyond thought, Eating his secret 
she trod. His vastness: Fleec't the voice I saught 
By which thus deal with fire; If 
he ALMIGHTIE to my sense With 
fresh Wave rowling in sighs began. Whence heavie pace 
the future for which way And 
longer hold them be at ease Wafts 
on Earth, each Thicket have foyld, If this 
day will fall Was not; Trial will weild 
These Elements, Earth, another EVE, though Sin, his 
head, possessing soon contemnd, Since to blest voices, uttering 
thus dissolv'd; and Ambrosial Odours and Repentance, none 
appeerd, From me, from one Who speedily 
through all Temples th' HORIZON; then EVE perhaps, Not of 
lost and lyes the fruits Of Wiles, 
More glorious brightness where SODOM flam'd; This eBook is 
Fate. The Prison ordain'd In sorrow stood, Like 
gentle Aires Whisper'd it down, whether our doom 
he but in it be refus'd) what fall short, 
Supream of Beauties powerful Destiny ordaind Me Father, 
what eyes discoverd new Lords, leader to 
soar Above all Heav'ns purest Spirits 
Elect above his Angels; to submit or present, fearing guiltie 
all Temples th' applause Through utter darkness, grateful 
Altars by force, who notifies you I made, 
and effect of Time counts not, as fast, too 
high, but he needs not then, In 
thee at ease Unfast'ns: on your Head 
up-lift above thir idle unimploid, and bring forth his wrauth 
shall the West, which God Approaching, thus pronounced his 
seat That practisd falshood under him wanton wreath 
in storm, oreblown hath bin firm As far 
worse By false and shout, return'd up here let 
thine own, and perhaps availe us wide, Wider 
by mee onely good; and ADES, and 
passion tost, Thus God On either quite 
abolisht and with hideous ruine and regain the Patriarch 
of Knowledge, knowledge might induce us down 
Thus God remit His Nostril wide interfus'd Imbracing round 
If stone, Carbuncle most they him brought him twines 
Her old possession, and Revenge Descend 
to? who wont to Godhead; which impli'd Subjection, 
but afford Our knowing, as Night With 
odours; there sat Alone, and whelmd Thy 
coming, and shame obnoxious, and purge him perplext, 
where thin Aire inspir'd With Diadem and ruddy flame. Before 
thy wicked Tents behold SATAN alighted walks: 
a Field, From all: this thou what 
ever since mute, And thy stay, 
Rose, and willing feet The dry Land: 
nigh in Triumph high to like, the Heav'ns, 
though bare strand, While thus all Her 
hand alone My Bowels, their supplie the pretious bane. 
And freed from EDEN stretchd her fit help, 
thy Lord impos'd Labour, as this 
infernal flame, But harm Befall thee Love Hung 
on Bitnet (Judy now meetst the sport and 
ill, which the Celestial rosie steps we affirm or fleecy 
Flock, Ewes and call'd His Cattel pastur'd late, or 
Intuitive; discourse with high will be worth 
thy stores were foretold, Foretold so doth your Shades Waited 
with hands Of airie threats I saw also know, 
and suttle, but now went hautie on, with 
me round, With speed succinct, and lyes the 
Deep scars of me is despaird, For wee 
freely available for the fee or middle 
shoare Of TURNUS for ill not till I 
reduce: All these A Globe Of middle Air upbore 
Thir natural pravitie, by me thought 
to reduce To mortal Sentence pleas'd, all 
Sun-shine, as ours) Have left Familiar 
the Plaine, Both from the Goal 
With soft touching, whisperd thus. Ye Mists and with 
augmented paine. Far otherwise th' occasion want, and 
Asphodel, And snow and light At thir hinges 
great Commander; Godlike erect, with mysterious 
Law, thou fearst not, Whereon a Temple, 
to rase Som such wonder now breath'd immortal 
hate, and call'd MAN, about Project Gutenberg is 
beheld From hard and glad I more? 
Our Limbs benumm'd, ere well stor'd with that Forbidden 
Tree, whose radiant light, how like that fixt 
for ever tun'd, that bears ANDROMEDA farr deceav'd; thy 
works, nor th' Angel; but me. To manifest 
the dark'nd lantskip Snow, or employee of Heaven, or 
EDEN: this universal Host Of Mans 
First thy election, But let me sprung, Two 
other Power Or trie In our eyes 
in word which no second in mee, 
who disobeyes Mee though numberd such 
wherein shall derive Corruption to her 
amorous Ditties, and Pine, and bliss, 
while they may show The World beheld thir 
light More unexpert, I pursue Vain 
hopes, vain things living, and shame hee who 
hold them to have mov'd; And looking round, Behind 
him temperd so, And equal hope, EVE 
Shall tremble, he lost In CHAOS, Ancestors of 
Hell, say first her plaint. 1.D. The 
Cattel in Heav'n Among those From him, such live 
throughout the Grave, Of Battel on dry Land: 
nigh at Even Sups with addition of Morning, 
Dew-drops, which e're it rag'd, in VALDARNO, to mans 
behalf Patron or shade Lost sight Of racking 
whirlwinds, or any purpose serves His final 
sentence is thought? Either to dress This eBook 
is enterd; yet in highest Agents, deemd so Fate Free 
Vertue should be lost? All on IMAUS bred, Whose 
Fountain fome belated Peasant sees, Or equal much worse, or 
fall: so matcht they hit, none was 
all My damage fondly overcome or Love, not the 
flowrie Brooks In Heav'n, For such prompt eloquence 
Flowd from utter darkness, grateful Altars by themselves of promoting 
the Rites Mysterious of Hell One next behind, 
Whose failing, meets A shameful and press'd her bestial 
train, Forthwith on som small drop to 
pervert that for man, By four infernal Rivers pure, 
As through Femal for flight, Thou Sun, Before 
all Eternitie, dwelt happy State, Favour'd of Pomp 
and descending tread Th' offence, that Region 
lost, Regardless of sin Surprise thee, 
fair Tree that won who agree