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UI legis Amissam Paradisum, grandia magni

Carmina Miltoni, quid nisi cunéta legis? Res cunctas, & cunctarum prim cdia rerum,

Et fata, & fines continet ist."liber. Intima panduntur magni penetralia mundi,

Scribitur & toto quicquid in orbe latet: Terræque, tractusque maris, cælumque profundum,

Sulphureumque Erebi, flammivomumque fpecus : Quæque colunt terras, pontumque, & Tartara cæca,

Quæque colunt summi lucida regna poli :
Et quodcunque ullis conclusum est finibus ufquam,

Et sine fine Chaos, & fine fine Deus :
Et sine fine magis, fi quid magis est fine fine,

In Christo erga homines conciliatus amor.
Hæc qui fperaret quis crederet ese futura ?

Et tamen hæc hodie terra Británna legit.
O quantos in bella duces ! quæ protulit arma!

Quæ canit, & quanta prælia dira tuba!
Cæleftes acies! atque in certamine cælum!

Et quæ cælestes pugna deceret agros! Quantus in æthereis tollit se Lucifer armis !

Atque ipfo graditur vix Michaële minor! Quantis, & quam funeftis concurritur iris, Dum ferus hic ftellas protegit, ille rapit! VOL, I.

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Dum vulsos montes ceu tela reciproca torquent,

Et non mortali desuper igne pluunt:
Stat dubius cui se parti concedat Olympus,

Et metuit pugnæ non superesse fuæ.
At fimul in cælis Mefliæ insignia fulgent,

Et currus animes, armaque digna Deo,
Horrendumque rotæ ftrident, et fæva rotarum

Erumpunt torvis fulgura luminibus,
Et flaminæ vibrant, & vera tonitrua rauco

Admiftis flammis insonuere polo :
Excidit attonitis mens omnis, & impetus omnis,

Et casfis dextris irrita tela cadunt;
Ad poenas fugiunt, & ceu foret Orcus asylum,

Infernis certant condere fe tenebris.
Cedite Romani Scriptores, cedite Graii,

fama recens vel celebravit anus. Hæc quicunque leget tantùm ceciniffe putabit Mæonidem ranas, Virgilium culices.

SAMUEL BARROW, M. D.

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ON PARADISE LOS T.
WHEN I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold,

In flender book his vast design unfold,
Messiah crown'd, God's reconcil'd decree,
Rebelling Angels, the forbidden tree,
Heaven, Hell, Earth, Chaos, all; the argument
Held me a while misdoubting his intent,

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That he would ruin (for I saw him strong)
The sacred truths to fable and old fung,

r (So Sampson grop'd the temple's posts in spite) The world o'erwhelming to revenge his sight.

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Yet as I read, ftill growing less seveće,
I likod his project, the success did fear;
Through that wide field how he his way should find,
O'er which lame faith leads understanding blind ;
Left he perplex'd the things he would explain,
And what was easy he should render vain.

Or if a work so infinite he spann'd,
Jealous I was that some less skilful hand
(Such as disquiet always what is well,
And by ill imitating would excel)
Might hence presume the whole creation's day
To change in scenes, and show it in a play.

Pardon me, mighty Poet; nor despise
My causeless, yet not impious, surmise.
But I am now convinc'd, and none will dare
Within thy labours to pretend a share.
Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit,
And all that was improper doft omit:
So that no room is here for writers left,
But to detect their ignorance or theft.

That majesty which through thy work doth reign,
Draws the devout, deterring the profane.
And things divine thou treat'it of in such state
As them preseryes, and thee, inviolate.
At once delight and horror on us seize,
Thou fing'st with so much gravity and ease;
ind above human flight doft foar aloft
Vith plume so strong, fo equal, and so foft.
The bird nam'd from that Paradise you fing
So never flags, but always keeps on wing.

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