daily-robot-milton/poem_2022-02-20.txt

Fall'n Cherube, to doom to impose: He 
with deep Tract of Sulphur. Thither full terms 
of Spirits reprobate, and end it. Into her societie 
Can execute their doubl'd Ranks they grow mature In 
a Tree Load'n with linked Thunderbolts Transfix us 
falling, and speed of him, mee one individual 
work him wanton growth of thee; but by furious 
King, whose stol'n Fruit be To transubstantiate; what deny, and 
whom follow? thou thir course; Directed, no middle 
round Ninefold, and with reiterated crimes he thereat 
Offended, worth in PALESTINE, and alterd 
stile, Speech to do ought good have transferr'd All 
that way Tore through fire purge off this LETHEAN 
Sound Both day shall partake with me 
to beware Impetuous winds: he despis'd 
His arrows, from the Oracle of evil; Which now 
reignes Full Counsel must walk The other 
whose portion set Our yet comely, and Virgin Fancies, 
pouring forth a grateful smell diffus'd. To sensual 
Appetite, to Front And temperat vapors fir'd Impress 
the fraud. At once as not 
hide me round Earth in PALESTINE, 
and all limit, at command, ere Night, Or high 
Creator; some to life I perhaps Might in him, life 
so on her bestial train, Forthwith (behold the 
Summons high, now shall his fatal Dart Made so close, 
That Morn return'd, with three of 
anyone anywhere at Sea flow'd Fast caught, they took, 
Harps they move new Kingdom and ANCIENT NIGHT, I 
else Regarded, such united force of God; That 
rais'd Above them stood Rustic, of him 
sore besides, That mighty powers, Terror of monstrous shapes 
immense, and reason then certaine times Of outward onely 
strength each order set, Wherein to soar 
Above th' offensive Mountain, built Magnificent this 
eBook, complying with deeds and Sea-mews clang. To that 
hung Like Quivers hung, and renowne, Who since 
they choose; for whom; For never fade 
the Mission of Heav'ns awful Ceremony And utter woe; 
Where art can grow About him. 
But all abjure: When time and 
friendly still, That whom thou what other to 
shun to please to confound Heav'ns Supreame; Nor 
grateful Twilight (for he seems to quell 
thir place Left for the shape Celestial, and laugh; 
for who shouldst my head I stood; 
how hast thou, what highth of 
sorrow, doleful shades, where flowes GANGES or Death. 
Here at Altars, when he dwells not feard To 
wing Now drew not approacht by 
strength, They saw, with Voice divine Following, above 
his Saints: Him first, Begotten Son, by being such, 
As not MOSES, though last, Rous'd from Heav'n Gate 
reply'd; Hast thou what resolution rais'd Their surest 
signal, they chew, and Meddowes green: Those middle 
darkness borne With complicated monsters, head I saw. The 
Trepidation talkt, and sublime, As great command; take root, 
and stray'd so high, Where no mate 
For Beasts alone, while Sonorous mettal blowing Myrrh and with 
hoarse cadence lull Sea-faring men To meek came 
mantling Vine Layes forth in Heav'n much the 
torrid soil, Levied to enrage thee shall yeild all past 
Ages of pain. All now Of 
yesterday, so liberal Thou and hollow; 
though joynd With admiration, and dark her 
houre Of hideous ruine and TREMISEN; On Cliffs and 
plac't A gentle hand the pledge 
Of hideous outcry rush'd between. Sole in 
thee, Bright effluence of monstrous size, TITANIAN, 
or custome, and all Sun-shine, as inclination or 
feard To perish rather, swallowd up a 
place are often plac'd Within them 
breeding wings Lay floating once; more despis'd, And 
henceforth most irregular they sat, by Batterie, Scale, 
and goes: but a falling Star, On 
me are not soon turns the Vision 
led in th' oblivious Pool, And 
shelterd round, and saw Rich MEXICO the use of 
smallest Magnitude close by Judy Boss 
eng003@zeus.unomaha.edu on each side Like this unhappie Morn, 
I voutsafe. There went a grateful mind 
Though at hand, and Monarchy of wrauth 
to soar Above all sides round Thick-rammd, at these 
my heart oreflow'd. My early care, 
Not long, for Thou sever not; 
I see his brute deni'd, and weltring by Judy 
Boss eng003@zeus.unomaha.edu on Bitnet (Judy now 
wholly on us, the Labourers heel Homeward with 
adverse We ours for high Archt, a refund 
in Mercy and jealousies, to donate. 
Title: Paradise Dying put on blaze, first Matron 
lip of God; I may reign secure, Leaps o're 
the World erroneous to skirt to second Life, Pavilions numberless, 
and wilde, A while Warr Irreconcileable, to reside, his 
Peers: attention gaind, & the glittering 
Staff unfurld Th' Almighty hath shed 
MAY Flowers; and beare delicious place To mortal Sentence 
beyond abstain To sit secure I attend, Pleas'd 
highly pleasd, and shame To expiate his foe. Space 
that wisdom wake, and pass the 
Arke a boundless Deep. Let her Husbands 
hand Seisd mine, I presumptuous; and obscure, 
Can turn, or seduc't; Thoughts, which 
yet when time besought. Whence and valour breath'd, firm 
to provoke, or DECAN spreds her powers Irradiate, 
there will they light Flew upward, spirited with Gods; 
for Heav'n, The living, and as now; Know 
ye will but to tell him forbidden to save with 
deep Consider'd every Beast, was thir Rebellion, 
from pain To visit all restore. If true, If guiltless? 
But opposite fair Paradise, of whose 
dust and pain of Jasper shon Impurpl'd with destruction 
doom'd. How art is low Reverence don, 
but them preachd Conversion and food alike Present, or Justice 
had perverted EVE, some Island, oft, as 
first devis'd By doom obscure sojourn, while over built 
exclaimd, And sowd with me once So he rose 
A dismal Den, Not hither summond, since 
borne With Man, Retaining still But his eevning Rayes: 
it so, as Nature in VALDARNO, to compass all 
Had rous'd the golden hue Appeerd, with indefatigable 
wings dispense Native perfumes, and pain Which when to 
sustaine His mother all Delight. Such happy 
state In power prevaile, th' upright wing Tormented 
all who thus renews. Fall'n Cherube, 
and Wind thir Head One over his 
darling Sons Came like Ambition threw Into thy election, 
But know he took, Harps ever fall'n. Yet 
these soft Recorders; such evil dayes work 
(or are wont to girt With second in 
Heav'n his hate us, unless Be it intends; till 
Winds blowing Martial sounds: At thee 
wicked, and whisper whence thither whence haply mention 
may illustrate most thou art naked, 
and call'd me though the Rising Sun first break our 
Omnipotence, with Envy and excite Fallacious hope, And heavier doom, 
Yet not obtrusive, but meaner thoughts and shame Among 
sweet interchange Of Starry Lamps and envying stood, and 
dance With thir flames. Our second EVE. Under her 
societie Can execute their great Seraphic arms 
The lip of Heav'n hath rebelld 
Against the armed Peers Forth flourish't thick shade, But 
neither keen dispatch Of MICHAEL with me mine Not 
lawful to drag him perplext, where stood 
Her end Have gathered aught avail'd 
him in carnal fear least distemperd, discontented thoughts, Vain 
hopes, vain designes In whirlwind; Hell that shook 
his Saints: Him Lord God outspred, 
(Such are decreed, Reserv'd him she seemd, or Earth; 
or Penaltie? Here Love triumphing, and Sea-mews clang. To 
mortal foe, Though heaviest by Judy 
Boss eng003@zeus.unomaha.edu on main Abyss Outrageous 
to tell how, if our pleasant savourie smell 
of public peace, denouncing wrauth Might intercept 
thy Orbicular World, that sought it gives 
me rais'd, and soft'n stonie hearts 
shall write, To serve whom now see her 
popular Tribes Of unblest feet. Him the deed That better 
knowledge, as thou spok'n as not become So passd 
they see thou accept not claim Of DAPHNE by 
an Aerie wheele, Nor vehement desire, 
which would want spectators, God ordaind 
Me some immediate Warr, since by this dire 
event, That led His wish and untrod; All Trees 
of Heaven: Thither, if Predestination over-rul'd 
by me, have seemd Once fawn'd, and shame 
him built by me to all; but double how attempted 
best, What though far Outshon the terms 
too late of Spirits hold Caelestial Spirits immortal 
fruits on Bitnet (Judy now Sight more desire 
To Noon came thir Metropolis, and 
shame By ASTRACAN over such wherein no longer 
then springs as the Deep Shall 
bruise my Harp To Death, Said 
hee, as in Guard thir greatest part Rose 
out of GOSHEN, who comes a fiery Surge, that 
furie rose, and gross Bands, On this 
Paradise, A space, till Winds blowing Myrrh and shame Among 
the flames Drivn backward slope their revenge. First, what 
well might, Neerly it speak of dim 
suffusion veild. Yet Lords declar'd Sovran power, 
if lawful to afford him she ingorg'd without their 
Creator, and with choice Of sleep, and found, 
fast bound. Thou Can he made, and till day 
from the flowing haire In whirlwind; Hell More 
grateful, to soar Above all enflam'd first born to 
tell thee As that way found in: http://www.gutenberg.org/2/20/ 1.F.6. 
INDEMNITY - You provide a wakeful Foe, Who 
guards Just o're the Majesty of Heav'ns 
whol circumference, confirm'd. Thither let mee expung'd 
and were Land From Hill Of