daily-robot-milton/poem_2021-08-31.txt

SATAN, and passion dimm'd his horrid edge 
Of these Dogs of our woe, Regions in 
Heav'n What further would end In 
apprehension then now, uncall'd before us, whose high 
Shall that alluring fruit, and ANCIENT NIGHT, I miss 
thee For angers sake, thou mad'st it 
returnd Magnificent, his eare; perswasion in PALESTINE, and cleer 
HYALINE, the gate And ACCARON and with clamors compasst 
round Invested with copious matter where, if on thoughts, 
that strife Was this goodly Frame, while 
Universal Maker Omnipotent, Immutable, Immortal, Infinite, Eternal house of 
manifold to impart Things not offending, satisfi'd With 
Head up-lift above his Brinded main; the thick and 
pain? Who but that bad to 
hope in righteousness To him, and rest, as great 
a Meteor streaming to doubt whether scorn, Tears such 
Fire Hath lost in HESEBON And Life-blood streaming to 
certain revolutions all Temples th' assembly next and (c) 
any disclaimer or send his horrid 
crew I weene ADAM severe, Imput'st thou eaten of 
fire Into our woe, That wish'd the roving on 
thee alone, as in Heav'n. Each Orb Through 
the INDIAN streams; Abhorred STYX the Dragon, put Enmitie, 
and yawning GRAVE at THEB'S and water 
from SYRIAN mode, whereon Who forthwith from 
farr, whereby they serv'd, a savorie odour blow'n, 
Grateful vicissitude, like Armes Not like which who now 
meetst the gate And sleep First Disobedience, and glad 
that witherd all Temples th' Angelical to 
soar Above them transverse ten fold More 
grateful, to quit The Chariot wheels, 
or Faerie Elves, Whose snowie ridge 
the seat your use this hour stood 
unmov'd With Ministeries due and wine. Witness the 
Spirits arm'd Out of good, forbids me, 
of UTHERS Son whose he Reigns: next the Moon: Or 
open admiration him fast at all; needs be 
lost, This knows here thou My fairest, my Fancie 
then May serve in Heav'n against the waters issu'd 
from the Year Seasons return, had quelld His daring 
foe, who can grow milde, Then what admir'st 
thou, what wretched Life must be mine, I 
reduce: All left, in hell Precedence, none, 
but thou Of immortalitie. So spake th' Almighty, 
since hee with me then Heav'n his, or these 
mid-hours, till from Darkness call'd me 
ow I be reveng'd on yon dreary Plain, then 
To your wings mantling Vine curles on me for flight, 
This place From where Heav'n arriv'd, Wafted by John 
Milton Project Gutenberg is Man, Anointed 
universal King; all mankind With Naphtha and move, 
so last consume us, nor by night; at Altars, when 
earnestly they calld That is, and revive, though Thron'd above 
Should win the buxom Air, His Cattel in 
SITTIM on thoughts, reforming what ere 
long, Beyond the worship thee forth thir 
Natures hand, rejoycing in bredth, and bestir themselves 
ere yet hath lost, brought down 
Thus ADAM made gay Religions full exprest Ineffably into 
glory, and RHEA'S Son belov'd Mayst ever to 
disobedience fall'n, to soar Above th' Olympian Games or 
Grape: to dewy Eve, A goodly Frame, Thus 
he tasted; mee deserves No equal, nor Man I knew 
would be overcome in what concernes us 
forbidden, it were such massacher Make they hit, 
none can Is oftest yours, now fild with 
Envy and peaceful sloath, Not BABILON, 
Nor long reach of anyone anywhere at no 
middle round he sole Command, Sole 
in ILLYRIA chang'd in dreadful length faild in woe 
or heav'd his Gilles Draws in, and 
lyes the ranged powers Disband, and stay: forlorn and 
full. After the chief; among the Winds, that 
brightest Seraphim to hurt ye, and relate 
To sow a grateful mind Though wandring. 
Brightest Seraph rowling smoak; the INDIAN streams; 
Abhorred STYX the Field, In bold conspiracy 
against Armie against which th' Artick Sky, and nam'd 
ALMIGHTIE to do all copies of anyone 
in hell Precedence, none, Created mute to his thought 
in Heav'n. O Sacred, Wise, and gain'd This 
inaccessible high walls fear no cloud 
Of his way; harder beset And so 
affirm, though immortal: But goe with matter thou 
thy God, more duteous at which plain 
inferrs Thy daughter and just: thrice happie Garden Trees 
In outward also pour'd, Inward and when the sword Of 
our will hear, see, Will envy whom 
SATAN who full Legion might work outgrew 
The stonie hearts desire. With gay Her 
annual Voiage, born and Twilight gray Dawn, and with 
impious rage, Perhaps thou turnd By 
place Left them thence full Legion might 
Issuing from the difficultie of Spirits foule, When 
thou attended gloriously from cruel warres, Wasting the 
branches lopt, in Circles as from 
BENGALA, or Fish and thee thus, To 
wage by stealth Found unsuspected way. There 
wanted in creating hand First seen, The 
Victors will. So maist love divine, His wrath 
may be wrought but misjoyning shapes, 
Wilde work associated files of anyone anywhere at 
THEB'S and occasiond, or Firr With living Carcasses 
design'd Both from the sportful Herd Of utmost 
reach or hypertext form. As stood within 
himself reli'd, As one call'd EGYPT, divided and where, 
if I rose Satan fall To-worship thir mutual 
slaughter bent. Forthwith upright heart relented Towards her, as 
that pretense, but a Foe Can make 
them on, all Temples th' obscene dread Tribunal: 
forthwith the happie Creature, fair Apples, I that 
seem'd Farr differing from the washie Oose deep With 
Dart Shook, but sat Of force 
he disdaind, and expire. What we 
may come flying, and Seraph, Potentates and 
prey Of GANGES or when time 
remaind (For where Earth Dominion won, th' applause To 
have anointed, whom these Heav'ns fugitives, and 
die: what is mine; Our first resolv'd, 
If so highly, to mortal wound in 
our Conquerour, (whom I spare Thee next Her loss, That 
kept thir sweetness no enemie, but featherd 
soon repli'd. Thou to admiration, and INDUS: thus ABDIEL 
faithful add? O Spirit, that strife 
with kindly heate Of immortalitie. So pray'd they 
pervert that Crystalline Sphear whose combustible And practis'd distances 
to submit or are here onely, that witherd all 
Her shadowie expiations weak, If better farr remov'd 
from SYRIAN mode, whereon we subsist, yet from 
those half-rounding guards The Day is its own 
misdeeds have fed: yet now wak'd, and all Temples 
th' Earth Put forth peculiar Graces; then verifi'd When out 
their native suttletie Proceeding, which op'nd from one 
faithful friends, Th' originals of sweet (For what 
of dawne Obtains the mantling Vine curles 
on Thrones; Though distant from this agreement by 
thir foundations loosning to cringe, not reverence 
in Heav'n. Which he wishes most To expiate 
his Soul hath joynd With lust then suffic'd 
To mortal crime, Long after, now 
prepar'd In horror; from the meanest, some thing Death 
is, less be confirmd, Ere he 
sees Of shrubs and shame to enrage thee 
what resolution from the horrid Arms and 
wrought but taste is low and repulst Whatever 
Hypocrites austerely talk Of Wisdom, what ere day 
onward, which God spake, and taste; 
But faded cheek, but patiently thy Sentence; Hell, 
nor wider farr be offer'd, he her 
substance pent, which instructs us wide, Wider by Judy 
Boss eng003@zeus.unomaha.edu on FLORA breathes, Her 
loveliness, so have aspir'd, and shame him appeas'd All, 
and woe, Sinne and combustion down as 
set To evangelize the Sons destroyd, then bursting forth 
good, forbids to offend, discount'nanc't both, the Oracle of Men: 
And we dwell, Not BABILON, Nor alter'd his 
Heart of anyone in horrid King 
Ride on errand sole, and Revenge, deceiv'd 
The enemies of enmitie between two massie Spear Touch'd 
lightly; for that proud rebellious disappeerd, 
Far otherwise th' incestuous Mother to drive 
us off From out of eternal 
Regions: lowly creep; Witness the Fount of them I 
suspend thir naked Majestie seemd Each to 
officiate light appears, and mad demeanour, then 
retires Into utter darkness, and Grace to spare. Accuse 
not Men, since they aim'd That fought in it 
intends; till peace Found worthiest to watch 
On all perfections, so thou belong not 
soon repaird Her fardest verge, and 
Fowle So various, not Thy equal all, Or 
wet the best Deserve the Midriff 
with me seemd Entring on Iles 
Of his windows shut. And fell From PANEAS 
the use of Heaven, There sit 
we send, The haunt Her Husband thus milde 
Zone Dwell not let thine Of Waters, 
Embryon immature involv'd, Appeer'd not: for likest Heaven Left 
to delight and odious offspring whom sad choice 
and voice thus half smiling Morn To 
mischief as onely disagree Of weakness, how have calm'd 
Portending hollow dark doth Heav'ns Host: Mean while 
now Led on, secure In close th' esteem 
of Gorgon, or object His outward lustre; that 
way And Hyacinth, Earths freshest softest lap. 
There stood City pent, which you 
agree to appease Th' Eternal King; thee 
miserable to universal ruin are at Heav'ns bounds 
Of happiness and Host Of Fancie is undefil'd 
and therein Each to taste thy words renewd. But 
have thought in shadiest Covert hid the Nations 
will Thine shall absolve them aware themselves, 
and ransom set. And high behests his branching