Paradi Lost
“If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how c hang'd From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
Cloth'd w ith transcendent brightness didst outshine Myriads though bright: If he whom mutual league, United thoughts and c ounls, equal hope,
水果图片简笔画And hazard in the glorious enterpri,
Joined w ith me once, now miry hath joined
In equal ruin: into w hat pit thou est
From what height fallen, so much the stronger proved He w ith his Thunder: and till then who knew
The force of tho dire arms? yet not for tho
八珍益母胶囊Nor what the potent vic tor in his rage
Can el inflic t do I repent or change,
Though chang'd in outward luster; that fixed mind And high disdain, from n of injured merit,
That w ith the mightiest raid me to c ontend,
And to the fierc e contention brought along Innumerable forc e of Spirits arm'd
That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
His utmost power w ith adver power oppos'd
In dubious Battle on the Plains of Heav'n,
And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
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And what is el not to be overc ome?
That Glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie his pow er
Who from the terror of this Arm so late Doubted his Empire, that w ere low indeed,
That were an ignominy and shame beneath
This dow nfall; sinc e by Fate the strength of Gods And this Empyreal substanc e cannot fail,
Sinc e through experienc e of this great event
In Arms not wor, in foresight muc h advanc ed,
We may w ith more succ essful hope resolve
To wage by force or guile eternal War
Irrec onc ileable, to our grand Foe,
长疱疹是什么原因Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
耿聚忠Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.
So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain,
V aunting aloud, but racked w ith deep despair: And him thus answ ered soon his bold Compeer.
“O Princ e, O Chief of many Throned Powers, That led th' imbattled Seraphim to War
Under thy c onduct, and in dreadful deeds Fearless, endanger'd Heav'ns perpetual King; And put to proof his high Supremacy, Whether upheld by strength, or Chanc e, or Fate, Too w ell I e and rue the dire event,
That w ith sad overthrow and foul defeat
Hath lost us Heav'n, and all this mighty Host In horrible destruc tion laid thus low,
奸猾
As far as Gods and Heav'nly Esnces
Can Perish: for the mind and spirit remains Invinc ible, and vigour soon returns,
Though all our Glory extinc t, and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless miry.
But what if he our Conqueror, (whom I now
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Than such could have orepow'rd such forc e as ours) Have left us this our spirit and strength entire Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
That we may so suffic e his vengeful ire,
Or do him mightier rvic e as his thralls
By right of War, what e're his business be
几处早莺争暖树Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire,
Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep;
坐地铁What can it then avail though yet w e feel Strength undiminisht, or eternal being
To undergo eternal punishment?”
Whereto w ith speedy words th' Arch-fiend reply'd.
管理规则Fall'n Cherube, to be weak is mirable Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure,
To do ought good never w ill be our task,
But ever to do ill our sole delight,
As being the contrary to his high w ill
Whom w e resist. If then his Providenc e
Out of our evil ek to bring forth good,
Our labour must be to pervert that end,
And out of good still to find means of evil; Which oft times may succeed, so as perhaps
Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
His inmost counls from their destined aim.
But e the angry Victor hath recall'd
His Ministers of vengeance and pursuit
Bac k to the Gates of Heav'n: The Sulphurous Hail Shot after us in storm, oreblown hath laid
The fiery Surge, that from the Prec ipic e
Of Heav'n rec eiv'd us falling, and the Thunder, Wing'd w ith red Lightning and impetuous rage,150 160 170
Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and c eas now To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep. Let us not slip th' occasion, whether scorn,
Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.
Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and w ild, The at of desolation, void of light,
Save what the glimmering of the livid flames Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of the fiery waves, There rest, if any rest c an harbour there,
And reasmbling our afflicted Pow ers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our Enemy, our own loss how repair,
How overcome this dire Calamity,
What reinforcement w e may gain from Hope, If not what resolution from despair. 180 190
