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Paradise Lost-Continued.

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Still govern thou my song,

Urania, and fit audience find, though few.

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Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.

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And feel that I am happier than I know.

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Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.

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Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed and not unsought be won.

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So well to know

Her own, that what she wills to do or say,
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best!

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Those graceful acts,

Those thousand decencies, that daily flow
From all her words and actions.

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To whom the angel, with a smile that glowed Celestial rosy red (love's proper hue).

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For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.

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Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe, That all was lost.

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High overarched, and echoing walks between.

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Yet I shall temper so

Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.

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Moping melancholy,

And moon-struck madness.

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And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked.

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The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.

PARADISE REGAINED.

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Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise.

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Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts

And eloquence.

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Thence to the famous orators repair,

Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democraty,
Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,
To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

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He's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?

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Tame villatic fowl.

COMUS.

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Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot,

Which men call earth.

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A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,

Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.

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Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud

Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

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Can any

mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?

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How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night,
At

every fall smoothing the raven down

Of darkness till it smiled.

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Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul And lap it in Elysium.

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Virtue could see to do what virtue would

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By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk.

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He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun.

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So dear to heaven is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lackey her.

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How charming is divine philosophy!

Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;

But musical as is Apollo's lute,

And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,

Where no crude surfeit reigns.

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I was all ear,

And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of Death.

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What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that,
Love darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?

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Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

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