"LET us make now Man in our image, Man
In our similitude, and let them rule
Over the fish and fowl of sea and air,
Beast of the field, and over all the Earth,
And every creeping thing that creeps the ground!" This said, he form'd thee, Adam, thee, O Man, Dust of the ground, and in thy nostrils breathed The breath of life; in his own image he Created thee, in the image of God
Express, and thou becamest a living soul. Male he created thee, but thy consort
Female, for race; then bless'd mankind, and said, "Be fruitful, multiply, and fill the Earth; Subdue it, and throughout dominion hold Over fish of the sea, and fowl of the air,
And every living thing that moves on the Earth."
PARADISE LOST, BOOK VII.
N himself was all his state,
More solemn than the tedious pomp that waits On princes, when their rich retinue long
Of horses led, and grooms besmear'd with gold, Dazzles the crowd, and sets them all agape.
PARADISE LOST, Book V.
E brought thee into this delicious grove,
This garden, planted with the trees of God, Delectable both to behold and taste;
And freely all their pleasant fruit for food
Gave thee all sorts are here that all the Earth yields, Variety without end; but of the Tree
Which tasted works knowledge of good and evil Thou may'st not; in the day thou eat'st, thou diest Death is the penalty imposed; beware,
And govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
PARADISE LOST, BOOK VII.
LAW can discover sin, but not remove.
So law appears imperfect, and but given With purpose to resign them, in full time, Up to a better covenant, disciplined From shadowy types to truth, from flesh to spirit, From imposition of strict laws to free Acceptance of large grace, from servile fear To filial, works of law to works of faith.
PARADISE LOST, BOOK XII.
EVEN and morn accomplish'd the sixth day;
Yet not till the Creator, from his work Desisting, though unwearied, up return'd, Up to the Heaven of Heavens, his high abode, Thence to behold this new-created World, The addition of his empire, how it shew'd In prospect from his throne, how good, how fair, Answering his great idea. Up he rode, Follow'd with acclamation and the sound Symphonious of ten thousand harps, that tuned Angelic harmonies. The Earth, the air
The Heavens and all the constellations rung, The planets in their stations listening stood, While the bright pomp ascended jubilant. "Open, ye everlasting gates!" they sung; Open, ye Heavens, your living doors! let in The great Creator, from his work return'd Magnificent, his six days' work, a World; Open, and henceforth oft; for God will deign To visit oft the dwellings of just men Delighted, and with frequent intercourse Thither will send his winged messengers On errands of supernal grace." So sung The glorious train ascending. He through Heaven, That open'd wide her blazing portals, led To God's eternal house direct the way; A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars, as stars to thee appear Seen in the Galaxy, that milky way
Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.
PARADISE LOST, BOOK VII.
Evening arose in Eden, for the sun
Was set, and twilight from the east came on, Forerunning night; when at the holy mount Of Heaven's high-seated top, the imperial throne Of Godhead, fix'd for ever firm and sure, The Filial Power arrived, and sat him down With his great Father; for he also went Invisible, yet stay'd (such privilege
Hath Omnipresence), and the work ordain'd, Author and end of all things, and, from work Now resting, bless'd and hallow'd the seventh day, As resting on that day from all his work ; But not in silence holy kept: the harp Had work and rested not; the solemn pipe, And dulcimer, all organs of sweet stop, All sounds on fret by string or golden wire, Temper'd soft tunings, intermix'd with voice Choral or unison; of incense clouds, Fuming from golden censers, hid the mount. Creation and the six days' acts they sung.
and the Empyrean rung
With hallelujahs. Thus was Sabbath kept.
PARADISE LOST, BOOK VII.
REAT are thy works, Jehovah ! infinite
Thy power! what thought can measure thee, or tongue
Relate thee? greater now in thy return
Than from the giant Angels: thee that day Thy thunders magnified; but to create Is greater than created to destroy.
Who can impair thee, mighty King, or bound Thy empire. Easily the proud attempt Of Spirits apostate and their counsels vain Thou hast repell'd, while impiously they thought Thee to diminish, and from thee withdraw The number of thy worshippers.
Who seeks To lessen thee, against his purpose serves
To manifest the more thy might; his evil
Thou usest, and from thence createst more good. Witness this new-made World, another Heaven From Heaven gate not far, founded in view On the clear hyaline, the glassy sea; Of amplitude almost immense, with stars Numerous, and every star perhaps a world Of destined habitation; but thou know'st Their seasons; among these the seat of men, Earth, with her nether ocean circumfused,
Their pleasant dwelling-place. Thrice happy men, And sons of men, whom God hath thus advanced, Created in his image, there to dwell
And worship him, and in reward to rule Over his works, on earth, in sea, or air, And multiply a race of worshippers, Holy and just; thrice happy, if they know Their happiness, and persevere upright.
PARADISE LOST, BOOK VII.
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