Robo poem for 2024-03-29
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Produced by Judy Boss eng003@zeus.unomaha.edu on light; Speed,
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to submit or Death, and stray'd so
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highly, to sway Brandisht aloft shading
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the Thrones, Princedoms, Powers, nor endearing smiles Wanted, nor
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shall his decent steps On all temptations
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arm'd. Hadst thou Shouldst propagat, already infinite;
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And banisht from above, to judge them forth Light from
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thee bring, Fruits in answer none return'd, for
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that grew, Sat like which evil dayes of hate
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So spake this high up rose From CHAOS
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damp and pain up with Fish; to
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soar Above all on yon dreary Plain, then
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wilt thou of tasting to his right; yet faithfull how
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hast rightly nam'd, but with SATURN old now dreadful
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voyage; till SATAN, whose first that move new begun
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My judgments, how attempted best, condense or unkindly
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mixt, Ruddie and return To mortal foe,
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and Rebel Angels, by Day, as some unkindness
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meets, the last led him As liberal
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and Sleep on, yet that much blood,
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to AEGYPTIAN THEB'S and pure, Severe, but there
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left side Leaning half-rais'd, with Project Gutenberg is come
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in even ballance down Kindles the
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Fruit after such appear'd Obscure som infernal
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Court. But O Chief of Pomp and
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clasp thy flesh, And no vaile Shee needed, Vertue-proof,
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no cloud Drawn round Environ'd wins his skaly rind
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Moors by angry Foe subornd, And boldly
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venture down from the Fables name of EVE; Assaying
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by nature, will appear With Sanctitie
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of anyone anywhere at mine Eyes,
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with these magnific Titles now retir'd From thence
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down unseen Wing to Die; How we erewhile,
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astounded and beheld And send up from
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labour and go, so huge He made And Spirits
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evaded swift their supplie the last led thee farr
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excell'd Whatever Earth beneath, Just then founded, then I bring;
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Which to feare Return me and
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worthy not drive as seems, Inflam'd with us,
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and lyes the Citron Grove, What may praise;
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Millions of good, Where good surpris'd and press'd
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her cheek. On him that earst in stead of Arms,
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Though threatning, grew Neer that defended
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Fruit; or steaming Lake, nor would
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lay by, and thrice the Cloud He ended
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they beseech That gave Signs, imprest On golden
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Shields; Then through unquiet rest: through fire purge
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off and shame beneath This most conspicuous, when her
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white wings outspread Dove-like satst brooding on errand sole,
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and woe, Mee who lay Of BABEL,
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and Earth: And join him thus double-form'd,
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and wearie him Lord: Under thir sighs began.
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Hail universal King; And Tumult and were straitn'd;
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till we find Sufficient? who loves,
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and shame To Satan talking to model Heav'n secure,
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Leaps o're the eighth return'd, On which
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ordain'd thir fatall hands Aid us,
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who silent hours, till supplanted down thir infant blood,
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to which now fulfill'd, that earthly notion can
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enjoy PLATO'S ELYSIUM, leap'd fondly into the Mind us
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make death for proof could tell, though the Seraphim another
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World, and with more to visit
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all hues, Roses, and SATAN alighted walks: a
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Duel, or JUNO'S, that excels Mistrustful, grounds his other
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party distributing Project Gutenberg License when thir story written
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explanation. The Inwards and void of this then
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alone, By Judges first, Though all these
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eyes, Whom we must the Sun: His Laws
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thou Deep, and Evil, Thou find'st him pleases best,
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though steep, through experience taught to prosper then
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bursting forth peculiar grace The bold Compeer. Is
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not fear'd, How shall his grace, The skill of
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liquid, pure, Not felt, Commotion governd thus, though
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grave, ey'd them, is it might devise
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Like gentle brace, Goodliest of God; That
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both righteous Cause, And ore the first they saw;
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And courage on Thrones; Though hard by angry
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JOVE usurping reign'd: these delights Will vanish and
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force Death into the judg'd, well Enterd so
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blithe, so erroneous, thence Purge off It seem'd,
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now his feet Shaddowd from him
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His mirror, with Mankind they fell! There
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went Invisible, except whom these magnific Titles
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yet large For ever world, Or monument
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to Truth, Wisdome, Sanctitude severe The present evils,
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with sly assault; and between Ambiguous words attention
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still Victor Host Under the excellence, but them
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forth all mankind repli'd. O Man In GOLGOTHA him
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thou commandst, and gates of wise, let us
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falling, had in Mercy and therein
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By center, or heav'd his bold
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words thereafter spake. Why but infinite: for
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food perhaps I Sing Heav'nly Guest. But
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thir meeting, and riot, feast and rushing he
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recollects, and full. After these Heav'ns fugitives,
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and pursu'd in storm, oreblown hath wrought Nigh
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on which before Hath vext the deep,
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Won from the rest; so Fate the bottom
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shook Heav'ns wide remote Produces with blood
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of this earthly, with Heav'n, My sole part
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shed MAY Flowers; and Carbuncle most
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irregular they outcast from SYRIAN Damsels to
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conceal, and each, how would build: Others on Bitnet
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(Judy now improv'd In tangles, and could I
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still direct, whence thou thir humid traine. The Stairs
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were interpos'd, Or whom hast heard) Chariots and
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gates of Warr, since Meridian Towre: Then cavil
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the fourfold-visag'd Foure, Distinct with right lost:
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him better: wise In power had of
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choice regard Should favour sent from death
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for whence, But glad impress'd his Peers, As Reapers
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oft this can he should spout her rash hand
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the Crown had general fall Through the dayes
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journey brought Death from sweet hour whenever!
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why come and shame Cast forth peculiar grace diffus'd,
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so much confide, But further way Over the thighs Of
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darkness and disturb, Though full of rest. Meanwhile the
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use To rest, as again thir
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matchless Chief: As we may see the
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superiour Fiend Was moving nigh, to
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trie, what ere fall'n on still his head, but
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convert, as our vacant room, though brief, when I
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will Thine shall beleeve Baptizing in
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Heav'n so refus'd might Issuing from men innumerable, there
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inhabit, of more. So SATAN hasting now appeers,
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Not keeping the blessed Spirits be cure
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or West, shall I beg, and all else
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have also to please alike. Sweet
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is undefil'd and therein plac't A mightie Regencies
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Of men innumerable, there From all Cattel, each
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order bright, Which oft stooping op'nd from
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new ris'n or might learn too secure
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Laugh'st at highth of dim thine eye pursu'd him
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Findes no acceptance, nor the Night,
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Or ambush from th' upright heart oreflow'd. My Guide
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To Idols through midst a flame
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driv'n from mans delightful land, nor staid, till
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one whose substantial dores, and SILOA'S
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Brook that fair Apples, I trust thee more,
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it just, Honour knew, And touch't thir habitations of God;
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I describ'd his gather'd now I hate us, though
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numberd such another Skie. As Gods, and
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lyes Bordering on by envious Foe Can fit help,
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And gav'st me; out my glorie excel, But
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all a Sea, Mount whereon were seen: Hee
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leading Angel, I thence how repair,
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How can find, who is Sovran
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King, AHAZ his prospect wide transpicuous aire,
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that strife Was plac't A thousand Thunders, which
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in appearance, forth good, Almightie, thine Equivalent or
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possess her nigh, his Angels; and
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imperial Powers, nor herb, were they please, They
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view'd the Hall (Though like in Chains; There
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kept the Bullion dross: A goodly
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prospect lay. Down sunk down, Glad
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Eevning rise on Mountain Pines, With violence of mankind,
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By Men to submit or Intercessor none neglects, Took
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leave, and taste Think not, till wandring Gods
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of Pomp and any Project Gutenberg is our
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safe shore their doubl'd Ranks they move,
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Serv'd by small, Useful of Spirits Masculine, create your
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harmless innocence Deserving Paradise! if SION also Reigns By Angels
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kenn he the Fiend. Back to adorne Her hand
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a drop serene hath in Mercy and infinite
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Abyss And Earth conspicuous count'nance, without
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more glad impress'd his heart oreflow'd. My Bow
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and achievd of absence mimic Fansie next
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I fled amain, pursu'd (though more, if
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the Celestial Tabernacles, where stood City pent,
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which follows dignity, might work of
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Paternal Deitie, while Warr with Heav'n, what Bowre
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To visit how would loose, Though
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huge, and all Trees wept odorous sweets the
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infinitly good, So farr Then in PALESTINE, and with
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pomp Supream, And reverence meek, As if
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ever, then, and went With Myrtle, find none neglects,
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Took leave, and multitude, like which is
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sure. Will ye then And reverence meek,
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As we return'd up here each act or opinion;
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then in Heav'n had vanquisht. After these
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Godless crew I from thy Sentence; Hell,
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and through experience of this cursed fraud
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be thus cropt, Forbidd'n here, Not then human.
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Nor other Song. Up hither bring. O Father, what
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I upon thir triple steel. Another
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World, thy wrauth, and RHEA'S Son aveng'd On high they
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gain thir Lord supream Contemptuous, and refin'd
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By center, or nightly visitation unimplor'd, unsought,
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Happie for as not less prov'd ill not there
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plac't, Reaping immortal EVE, amaz'd, No inconvenient Diet,
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nor cloud Made head beholds Cherube tall: Who is
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punish't; whence warne him not Excellence: the
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Project Gutenberg is thine; it thee so contriv'd
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as Sea-men
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