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Paradise Lost IV 约翰·弥尔顿 1783Words 2018-03-22
And higher then that Wall a circular row Of the best Trees loaded with fairest Fruit, Blossoms and Fruits at once of golden hue Appeerd, with gay enameld colors mixt: On which the Sun more glad impressed his beams [ 150 ] Then in fair Evening Cloud, or humid Bow, When God hath showrd the earth; so lovely seemsd That Lantskip: And of pure now purer aire Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires Vernal delight and joy, able to drive [ 155 ] All sadness but despair: now gentle gales Fanning thir odoriferous wings dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole

Those balmie spoils. As when to them who saile Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past [ 160 ] Mozambic, off at Sea North-East winds blow Sabean Odours from the spicie shoare Of Arabie the blest, with such delay Well pleasant they slack thir course, and many a League Cheard with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles. [ 165 ] So entertained those odorous sweets the Fiend Who came thir bane, though with them better pleasure Then Asmodeus with the fishie fume, That drove him, though enamourd, from the Spouse Of Tobits Son, and with a vengeance sent [ 170 ] From Media post to Ægypt, there is fast bound.

Now to th ascent of that steep savage Hill Satan had journied on, pensive and slow; But further way found none, so thick entwind, As one continuous brake, the undergrowth [ 175 ] Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplext All path of Man or Beast that past that way: One Gate there only was, and that looked East On th other side: which when th arch-fellon saw Due entrance he disdained, and in contemplation, [ 180 ] At one slight bound high over leapd all bound Of Hill or highest Wall, and sheer within Lights on his feet. As when a prowling Wolfe, Whom hunger drives to seek new haunt for prey,

Watching where Shepherds pen thir Flocks at eeve [ 185 ] In hurdld Cotes amid the field secure, Leaps ore the fence with ease into the Fould: Or as a Thief bent to unhoord the cash Of some rich Burgher, whose substantial dores, Cross-barrd and bolted fast, fear no assault, [ 190 ] In at the window climbs, or ore the tiles; So clomb this first grand Thief into Gods Fould: So since into his Church lewd Hirelings climb.
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