daily-robot-milton/poem_2021-11-30.txt

Is past, return'd them lets pass On 
she ensnar'd Mankind drownd, before thee 
ordaind Me from PELORUS, or these 
thoughts of Fame, And shame, the Cell 
when thousands trooping came still compassing the Morning duly paid 
To Noon amid the works knowledge past who 
of Paradise or Penaltie? Here grows More easie, wholsom 
thirst Of Arts that swim th' infernal 
Court. But hee and all her amiable: On duty, sleeping 
found the Center mix And Rampant shakes his 
better fortitude Of dauntless courage, and therein set 
me is their hideous ruine and pain 
Surpris'd thee, Natures Womb, that tore Hells 
Concave, and laughs the Seav'nth day, as farr Have 
sufferd, that fondly into fraud and lasting pain up 
Hill of Spirits immortal minds. Thus 
saying, from new World Offended; fearless in like 
which when God therefore on; For 
onely just number is undefil'd and counsel 
Warr, we never did not offending, satisfi'd With 
inoffensive pace that new Casual fruition, quitted all 
assaults Their living Soule, Acknowledge him the 
side henceforth No evil hour No happier Seat the 
same free will, foreknowledge absolute, And waking cri'd, This 
Hill; Joyous the rest High Thron'd inaccessible, his 
experienc't eye, and sleek enamel'd Neck, 
Fawning, and heard, with him there, And these thoughts 
this woe, In circuit, undetermind square or Beast; 
which of light, Save what other Hill of endless warrs 
and bickering flame, Which mans polluting Sin With more envy 
whom SATAN turning boldly, thus. Ye shall pervert; and 
goes: but straight I pursue By change on main to 
soar Above all Nations round, Periods of Men 
Obedient to submit or seeming pure, thence how build, 
unbuild, contrive To adore the thick and 
boon, Thus Satan and wine. Witness if the first 
Wast present, past, as undeservedly enthrall themselves: I 
who of anyone anywhere at Altars, 
when great Chief return. Part hidd'n veins Of 
King I keep, by John Milton 1.E.9. 
If answerable style Nor so I perform, 
speak thou, execrable shape, Which but 
what state, though fall'n, I yeilded, by prayer Inspir'd, and 
light As good and dangers, heard his eare, 
though wondrous Art thou solitude, is 
become my last led her Line By which who with 
blood will And said, thus attain to 
inshrine BELUS or woe. Yet half smiling 
Morn Ris'n on herb, tree, fruit, and therein live, Or 
when in Triumph and bould emprise; Part on golden 
tiar Circl'd his Gate was meant, nor 
the Moon. Thither let them right, a reproachful 
life perhaps, to reject Envious commands, 
For hot, Corrupt and shame By 
Spirits is dark Ended rejoycing in behalf Patron 
or tongue Relate thee; but th' infernal pit 
I betake me, have anointed, whom no outward both, 
the permission and deerest amitie. Thou Can give 
thee, and paine, Till they astonisht 
on me is a replacement copy upon thy 
Sentence; Hell, and formless infinite. Thee SION Hill this 
frail Man In sweet renewd. But us bend 
all kind for news had practisd falshood 
under Browes Of them right, the Field; Upon the 
Starres of Sapience and pain However, and all 
enflam'd first to soar Above all Temples th' other, 
as Starrs Numberless, as in coole, and 
were formd and dislodge by GRECIAN Kings, Or satiate 
fury yield it aught avail'd him 
there might determine, and doubt of Heav'n: Under her 
starrie Host, nor fragrance fill'd up here Thus 
BEELZEBUB Thus drooping, or West, or 
timerous flock together throngd Drove them she 
not, nor all assaults Their surest signal, they 
brought on a format other form. However, and dismay 
Mixt with clamors compasst round As onely and 
all Her fardest from SYRIAN ground, Insect 
or Poole, There dwell free, Equally free; th' Ocean 
smiles. So send ye, and longing eye; Nor 
other two of Men with vast TYPHOEAN 
rage let us all: this eBook, complying 
with two with most just; this Table. Rais'd of 
bones, Like Quivers hung, and Potentates and shame 
To hellish mischief as Night; Light shon, and all things, 
Which leaves all Temples th' Almightie's aide, I to officiate 
light she learne, That spot like 
the DELPHIAN Cliff, Or Earth, with public peace, both by 
Judy Boss eng003@zeus.unomaha.edu on what eyes 
what words or rare, With Blessedness. 
Whence Haile Mother Tree, and Caves 
Of his pride and peaceful sloath, Not 
obvious, not like Aereal vapours flew Of 
mankind, By Thousands and Shield, Awaiting what must weepe. 
Bold deed thou by sinning grown. The spirit 
and till Noon: For Gods, and through EDEN 
and fell'd Squadrons and fixt for such 
appear'd in Heav'n op'nd from the spirited 
with Wine, jocond Music charm To save 
A cry With hundreds and took 
From large Beyond this unvoyageable Gulf 
Hath told thee bring, what compulsion and bliss, condemn'd 
In narrow room Throng numberless, and ill our Tyrant: 
Now also and passion dimm'd his head, 
but of Life To punish endless? 
wherefore cease To question thy only dreaded worse felt 
and passion to dance Led on 
Bitnet (Judy now Through labour calls 
Justice, bids, His puissance, trusting in Arms, 
unarm'd they flew, None yet, when Heavens Azure, and Inhabitants: 
Her state Here or carreer with 
hop'd success, Throws his doom severe, And 
meek came the Cataracts of all other 
service hard. What oft hast seen Ten 
thousand Banners rise Among the Angelic Squadron 
and avert From unsuccessful charge, Take to soar 
Above all sides round Of light turnd at 
Sea should thy subjection: weigh with feats 
of knowledge, not spare, Nor other Climate grow, My 
early care, Not only shon Stars distant, 
but only to begin. As Heav'ns Lord God 
Of hazard in quaternion run Much pleasure 
I will to wander with ease, and smallest forms 
Rather then conglob'd Like honour to his 
works, Pleasant to soar Above them blaz'd Aloft 
by whose stol'n Fruit Farr separate, circling Hours, 
with vain Against the flesh of 
mean pretense, but in pleasure, though from Rebellion 
rising, saw the eighth return'd, for once as Princes, 
Potentates, Warriers, the better life ambrosial 
frutage bear, Our second tire Of Spirit 
rests. Hee ended, and Saviour of passing faire Light, 
when ALCIDES from Heav'n Gate With LAPLAND Witches, 
while shame, and Seas Beyond a while, as inclination 
or Fruit, That wash thy World 
perverse, And honour claim'd AZAZEL as Queen 
unvaild her black attendant Death. Here for I have 
equal'd the crumbl'd Earth the Snakie Sorceress that 
celestial light? Be good never to EGYPT, 
divided Legion might concern him, such Thir 
Office now severe, our good, Our being 
the Sounds and Fowle, No gross, no 
mean to soar Above all Heaven seen, The Thunderer of 
Fate, Fixt Fate, Too much advanc't, 
We brush mellifluous Dewes, and defiance: Wretched man! what 
proof we then? what surmounts the 
darksom passage down Thus said. Native 
perfumes, and plaid at THEB'S and imbrute, That underneath 
beheld Visibly, what all seem'd, to do what higher 
grew Insuperable highth and therein stand. 
For whom mutual help And anger shall his Word 
the nethermost Abyss And Powers return'd up so 
Fate and sorceries abus'd Fanatic EGYPT and 
durst affront his guileful Tempter cross'd the 
INDIAN Mount, while thus impair'd, but those 
proud rebellious rout Fell long Rove idle unimploid, and 
cheerful, in Prose or heav'd his admonishment 
Receave with small) then bursting forth Triumphant through 
my bowels of Fruit Farr more shall need, or 
enur'd not flowing, And what recompence In vision beatific: 
by success untaught His Adamantine Rock, Impenitrable, 
impal'd with beaked prow Rode with words Attentive, and 
drearie Vaile They therefore came, nor aught disturb'd thir 
study of Domestic sweets, Whose waves orethrew BUSIRIS and 
seemd Lords of thee, Wondrous in 
Paradise, your walk, you with me long Before all 
prodigious joyning or prostituting, as in MAHANAIM, where shall temper 
Hero's old Arming to Front thus low, As 
we mean Drawn round illumin'd hell: highly pleasd, and 
will destroy ye now, as one slight bound the burning 
Lake, that arise Like change Thir course, in Glory 
sat, by John Milton Produced by absolute Decree Fixd 
on them prostrate on golden Lamps and 
bliss, among the heat from the 
pretious bane. And oft forsook Their 
living Saphire, once dead in narrow room 
Natures desire, In offices of thee, As 
we are. Mean while Universal blanc Of proud 
Stayes not charge with songs to submit or middle 
flight with his reare, Circular base original, With 
what must follow, to shut The happier 
Lot, enjoying God-like fruition, quitted all assaults Their Seats 
long usurp; ere while Universal PAN Knit with 
ballanc't Aire Replenisht, and full. After the mouth Cast 
forth all Temples th' Angelic harmonies: the Minstrelsie of Hell, 
say first knew The Balme of UTHERS Son foreseeing 
spake. Why should be beheld Where universally admir'd; but 
in Circles as farr deeper fall; And 
various rounds? Thir stops and Purple, azure and 
smile, to rase Som such appear'd in ADAMS eye. 
Not knowing ill, Misgave him; round With length 
West was old! For solitude somtimes in view Bristl'd 
with deeds long ere