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"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,

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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,

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This garden, planted with the trees of God, Delectable both to behold and taste;

And freely all their pleasant fruit for food

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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.

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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

Resounded. . .

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.

N Earth the seventh

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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

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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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