Read The Annotated Milton: Complete English Poems Online
Authors: John Milton,Burton Raffel
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Literary Collections, #Poetry, #Classics, #English; Irish; Scottish; Welsh, #English poetry
90 | | He sorrows now, repents, and prays contrite, |
91 | | |
92 | | His heart I know, |
93 | | Self-left. |
94 | | Reach also of the Tree of Life, and eat, |
95 | | And live forever—dream at least to live |
96 | | Forever—to remove him I decree, |
97 | | And send him from the Garden forth to till |
98 | | The ground whence he was taken: fitter soil. |
99 | | |
100 | | Take to thee from among the Cherubim |
101 | | Thy choice of flaming warriors, lest the fiend, |
102 | | Or in |
103 | | Vacant possession, |
104 | | Haste thee, and from the Paradise of God |
105 | | Without remorse |
106 | | From hallowed ground th’ unholy, and denounce |
107 | | To them, and to their progeny, from thence |
108 | | Perpetual banishiment. Yet, lest they faint |
109 | | |
110 | | (For I behold them softened, and with tears |
111 | | Bewailing their excess), all terror hide. |
112 | | If patiently thy bidding they obey, |
113 | | Dismiss them not disconsolate. |
114 | | To Adam what shall come in future days, |
115 | | As I shall thee enlighten; intermix |
116 | | My cov’nant in the Woman’s seed renewed. |
117 | | So send them forth, though sorrowing, yet in peace, |
118 | | And on the east side of the garden place, |
119 | | Where entrance up from Eden easiest climbs, |
120 | | Cherubic watch, and of a sword the flame |
121 | | Wide-waving, all approach far off to fright, |
122 | | And guard all passage to the Tree of Life, |
123 | | Lest Paradise a receptacle |
124 | | To Spirits foul, and all my trees their prey, |
125 | | With those stolen fruit man once more to delude.” |
126 | | |
127 | | For swift descent, with him the cohort |
128 | | Of watchful Cherubim. Four faces each |
129 | | Had, like a double Janus, |
130 | | Spangled with eyes more numerous than those |
131 | | Of Argus, |
132 | | Charmed with Arcadian pipe, the pastoral reed |
133 | | |
134 | | To re-salute the world with sacred light, |
135 | | |
136 | | The earth, when Adam and first matron Eve |
137 | | Had ended now their orisons, |
138 | | Strength added from above, new hope to spring |
139 | | Out of despair, joy, but with fear yet linked, |
140 | | Which thus to Eve his |
141 | | |
142 | | The good which we enjoy from Heav’n descends; |
143 | | But that from us aught should ascend to Heav’n |
144 | | So prevalent |
145 | | Of God high-blest, or to incline His will, |
146 | | Hard to belief may seem, yet this will |
147 | | Or one short sigh of human breath, upborne |
148 | | Ev’n to the seat of God. For since I sought |
149 | | By prayer th’ offended |
150 | | Kneeled and before Him humbled all my heart, |
151 | | Methought I saw him placable |
152 | | Bending his ear. Persuasion in me grew |
153 | | That I was heard with favor, peace returned |
154 | | Home to my breast, and to my memory |
155 | | His promise, that thy seed shall bruise |
156 | | Which, then not minded |
157 | | Assures me that the bitterness of death |
158 | | Is past, and we shall live. Whence hail to thee, |
159 | | Eve rightly called, mother of all mankind, |
160 | | Mother of all things living, since by thee |
161 | | Man is to live, and all things live for man.” |
162 | | To whom thus Eve, with sad |
163 | | |
164 | | To me transgressor, who for thee ordained |
165 | | A help, became thy snare. To me reproach |
166 | | Rather belongs, distrust, all dispraise. |
167 | | But infinite in pardon was my Judge, |
168 | | That I, who first brought death on all, am graced |
169 | | |
170 | | |
171 | | Far other name deserving. But the field |
172 | | To labor calls us, now |
173 | | Though after sleepless night, for see! the morn, |
174 | | All unconcerned with our unrest, begins |
175 | | Her rosy progress smiling. Let us forth, |
176 | | I never from thy side henceforth to stray, |
177 | | Where’er our day’s work lies, though now enjoined |
178 | | Laborious, till day droop. While here we dwell, |
179 | | What can be toilsome |