Robo poem for 2022-05-07
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If stone, Carbuncle most or bound high foreknowledge;
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they enthrall to view: About him destroyd, then they
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gain from the Pit shall I wak'd, and
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strife can harbour there, yet there In whatsoever shape
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he formd and with wound, But
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wherefore with blood will they brought My word, my
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Glorie, Son Young BACCHUS from Heav'n
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As mockt with lightest moment up beyond
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abstain But Heav'ns his look his volant
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touch with accent thus attain to submit or can it
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came flocking; but grace They vote: whereat MICHAEL
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thus answering looks in Heav'n so various plaint,
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Thence to minde Labouring had shewn, and thrice
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happie Light, for it light More miserable; both
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stood, recoyld Orewearied, through experience of names, Places
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and new! Doctrin which instructs us too
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large, Though pleasant, but nigh overwhelm'd, Confessing soon, Armd
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with ceasless cry With loudest vehemence: thither prone carreer with
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her Wheeles Resembles nearest, mazes lost.
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From where Vertue in her countenance triform
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Hence fills All but only hee;
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But soon Follow, as out of misery, and
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desolate, Onely begotten Son, Destin'd to be th' Artick
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Sky, and foule. But perhaps am thy Wisdom gain'd
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a craggy Bay After these the Herb yeilding
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Seed, In EDEN which needs with grasped arm's
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Clash'd on me Man, which the fee for ill seems:
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Which here, though Thron'd in perpetual storms Of
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conflict; over us both live, thy face,
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the East or Sun-light, spread his now What may praise;
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Yee that feeds the Moon; these declare
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My sole among themselves from utter
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and disperse, that wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
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At Loopholes cut sheere, nor turnd thither-ward in gaze,
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Or won that success untaught His
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Eye witnesses of sweets; for death to Die; How
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fully hast made? So told as far
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as ours) Have easily transgress his Childern, all
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assaults Their Altars by sending thee hither brought Miserie,
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uncreated night, Scorning surprize. Or not worst, If you paid
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In Bowre To first Hell Fear to transform Oft
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times Of thundring out their darkness do his Meridian Towre:
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Then Heav'n Rescu'd, had his journey, and with
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ambitious mind Of DORIC Land; or fixed Anchor in
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Arms, unarm'd they rise By Thousands and Angels,
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Progenie of thee, foretold The less vext the Sons
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Came to reveal? yet I espi'd thee, adorn'd
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With ruin are by small as
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in silence be made thy beams, Now Dragon grown,
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larger then Forsook them, to and fill Of
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happiness, and discernes, Irrational till now to augment, And
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various style, for speed add wings, and Warr. Each
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shoulder broad, And overwhelm thir joy. Now also govern
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well his decent steps we by proof
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enough such appear'd in Front serene hath ruind, for
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the Stork On all seem'd, For Treasures better might
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concern him, in imitation of being Threatens
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him, so is just yoke Of
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interdicted Knowledge: fair to soft or rather what stroke
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Both of Fire, As Battel now
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appeer'd, Girt with labour then begin
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Your wonder, and Beast: when contrary to dawne Obtains
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the Ounce, The middle Spirits arm'd That dismal Gates,
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And snow and passion into thousands, and
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sorceries abus'd Fanatic EGYPT and muttering Thunder,
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Wing'd with twelve Sons Came like Aereal Music
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charm his prey, Watching where thir minds
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and shades Ran Nectar, visiting each Creek
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& Fowle flie He drew nigh, Which of anyone
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anywhere at all. Into a small
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room Throng numberless, like himself to
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save appeerances, how the fiercest Spirit and Fowle. In
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Battels and passion first that smooth
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ADONIS from any of grace not walkt,
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when by thee am secret; Heav'n in Paradise, A Creature
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can high reaching to all? Be
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it seems: Which Heav'n the sleepy drench Of
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other part single, in Glory of UTHERS Son
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belov'd Mayst ever firm Faith wherever met, How
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cam'st thou bruise our new Possessor:
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One over the Garden; thence Had to free as
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long or like themselves I could deterre Me
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miserable! which their own gifts, and infinite Host,
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Soon learnd, now light OREAD or free
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Approve the fields revive, though sad, noysom,
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dark, I saught By his verdure clad
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Her Husband Drone Deliciously, and press'd her taste, till
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now enforc't to aire Meets his several
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way that life-giving Plant, in whom, SATAN spake, and
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briefly touch Th' event is ours, Differing but
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that brightest Seraphim with words and gorg'd, nigh unheard,
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that shall bow, of SYRIAN ground, or head, hands,
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Had entertaind, as vain Covering if he
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brings them that Crystalline Sphear whose Voice
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divine Following, above his eare; perswasion in storm,
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oreblown hath contriv'd as befell, Bound on
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Thrones; Though temper'd heav'nly, for neither various
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Laws thou Revisit'st not matchless, and call'd RAPHAEL, said
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he wore, to do I understand the Stork
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On mans delightful land, nor Shore, nor these as
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the Books of her self In things fair
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Apples, I to soar Above them every
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part, do the Rites invok't; With Armed watch, Unnam'd,
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undreaded, and voice I never to bring
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Silence, and breath'd Heroic Ardor to transgress.
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The middle Tree in pleasure, though
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of anyone anywhere at command, ere
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then those two a Gulf Tamely endur'd a
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heap of Creatures, universal ruin upon
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free they around the Sanctities of Heaven, or reviling;
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wee style The suburb of Grain, or oppose,
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or Angel HAILE Bestowd, the parching Air along, ride
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in despair, to enquire: above Who first Battel, open
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Front Presented with ambitious aim Against God in Vallie and
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prevented all agape. Neerer our success,
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Throws his parted forelock manly hung Like gentle hand
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of Life in her Matron lip
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of Mankind, enclos'd With living Saphire,
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once dead in Glory never will And reconcilement;
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wrauth Might intercept thy will watch, that a scanner) Fall'n
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Cherube, to seek Thir ruine! Hence
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I Should combat, and rise; Least
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from end so much what is
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Knowledge grew ten degrees magnificent Up led His Sons,
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like which most is equal, raunging through Plate and
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Torneament; then retires Into utter darkness, and through experience
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of God; I blame By Sin Original; while
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over such wonder was absent, and reprov'd, retort, Wherefore
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do I was, whose portion set
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the Sons Hurl'd headlong flaming Mount AMARA, though legal works.
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This and unseemliest seen, Regent of
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Hell More glorious Angel Forms, who first
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Wast present, Let us the Fruit of men: Both
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day I will send thee by
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easie think not think thee that most offend
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Our wonted vigour heal'd. Of miserie,
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the Lord, to CERES all Both Battels and
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gates of what resolution rais'd Upon himself;
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horror seise thee, adorn'd With Rose like
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measure found; So stretcht out such Created, or enur'd not
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quite from ground of heav'nly form,
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pretended To expiate his lucid streams.
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He swerve not surpassing Glory never but th' Earth,
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this deceit: to do all sides
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round Ninefold, and hurried back All his Bow and
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love. I Descend to? who seemd
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highly those Armies bright, Sung Triumph, and Dominion
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won, Not longer scrowle, Whose annual Voiage,
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born First Father, what ere they to be hid,
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now Of his visual ray To dwell, and Reare
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Streame in regal sound the frown
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Each Orb perhaps Shall tend Plant, said he so
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smooth, swift pursuers from hence, though thus to
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execute their march where he pronounc'd The Quarters
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blow, Breath soft windes Brought Death comes a
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Tiger, who sent Before all reponsbility that
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first smiles Wanted, nor known till
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SATAN, whose thwart obliquities, Or envie, or mute,
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though joynd In order due, Thir proudest
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persecuters: for whose shape contain; Since first a
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foe: and rash, whereat I fly from
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SYRIAN ground, under op'n stood, though free
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From dust: spite his reign, and
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lost us most, and serene hath assign'd us, that small
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he was at eeve In presence
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falls deceiv'd The Mother of body to fulfil
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is low raise Magnificence; and freely what seem'd
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Above th' instant stroke he stood Of
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hazard more, is derived from Eternitie, dwelt then
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avail though mute; Unskilful with level pavement: from
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thy Sentence; Hell, And tresses wore Of order, how attempted
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best, the barrs of anyone anywhere at seaven
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mouthes With deafning shout, return'd From Beds of Paradise
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could yeild. For ever tun'd, that disgorge
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Into a Fierie Alpe, Rocks, Waters, Woods, O Supream
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Foe so rife There lands the groans, Unrespited, unpitied, unrepreevd,
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Ages of CHAOS: Or violence, hee In
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outward both, had heard, That equal hope,
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imperious, & glad would reare ye then hid,
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deprivd His Brethren, ransomd with hop'd success, Throws
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his flight from SYRIAN mode, whereon she
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pleasingly began. All knees to unite thir
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number is as befell, Bound on dry Land, the Woods,
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O unexpected joy filld, and assume Mans effeminate
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slackness it rose, and vital Lamp; but SATAN
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except, none accountable, preferring Hard liberty before the Earth:
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And kennel there, And sweeter thy glorious works,
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so great authentic will accuse. Hee with wound, I
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be deem'd Equal in behalf Patron or mistake,
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Or in Arms, and worse our Power
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Creation might preserve Unhurt our Lord, And Heav'ns Wicket
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seems a Monster,
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