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
181 | | Of Nature’s womb, that in quaternion |
182 | | Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix |
183 | | And nourish all things: let your ceaseless change |
184 | | Vary, |
185 | | Ye mists and exhalations that now rise |
186 | | From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, |
187 | | Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, |
188 | | In honor to the world’s great Author rise, |
189 | | Whether to deck with clouds the uncolored |
190 | | Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, |
191 | | Rising or falling still advance His praise. |
192 | | His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, |
193 | | Breathe soft or loud. And wave your tops, ye pines, |
194 | | With every plant, in sign of worship wave! |
195 | | Fountains, |
196 | | Melodious murmurs, warbling tune |
197 | | Join voices, all ye living souls! Ye birds, |
198 | | That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, |
199 | | Bear on your wings, and in your notes, His praise. |
200 | | Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk |
201 | | The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep, |
202 | | Witness |
203 | | To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, |
204 | | Made vocal |
205 | | Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still |
206 | | To give us only good. And if the night |
207 | | Have gathered aught of evil, or concealed, |
208 | | Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark! |
209 | | |
210 | | Firm peace recovered soon, and wonted |
211 | | On to their morning’s rural |
212 | | Among sweet dews and flow’rs, where any row |
213 | | Of fruit-trees over-woody reached too far |
214 | | Their pampered boughs, |
215 | | |
216 | | To wed her elm; she, spoused, about him twines |
217 | | Her marriageable arms, and with him brings |
218 | | |
219 | | His barren |
220 | | With pity Heav’n’s high King, |
221 | | Raphael, the sociable Spirit that deigned |
222 | | To travel with Tobias, and secured |
223 | | His marriage with the seven-times-wedded maid. |
224 | | |
225 | | Satan, from Hell ’scaped through the darksome gulf, |
226 | | Hath raised in Paradise, and how disturbed |
227 | | This night the human pair, how he designs |
228 | | In them at once to ruin all mankind. |
229 | | Go, therefore: half this day as friend with friend |
230 | | Converse with Adam, in what bow’r or shade |
231 | | Thou find’st him from the heat of noon retired, |
232 | | |
233 | | Or with repose, and such discourse bring on |
234 | | As may advise him of his happy state, |
235 | | Happiness in his power left free to will, |
236 | | Left to his own free will, his will though free, |
237 | | Yet mutable. |
238 | | |
239 | | His danger, and from whom—what enemy, |
240 | | Late fall’n himself from Heav’n, is plotting now |
241 | | The fall of others from like state of bliss. |
242 | | By violence? No, for that shall be withstood, |
243 | | But by deceit and lies. This let him know |
244 | | Lest, wilfully transgressing, he pretend |
245 | | Surprisal, unadmonished, |
246 | | |
247 | | All justice. Nor delayed the wingèd Saint |
248 | | After his charge |
249 | | Thousand celestial Ardors, |
250 | | |
251 | | Flew through the midst of Heav’n. Th’ angelic choirs, |
252 | | On each hand parting, to his speed gave way |
253 | | Through all th’ empyreal road, till at the gate |
254 | | Of Heav’n arrived, the gate self-opened wide |
255 | | On golden hinges turning, as by work |
256 | | Divine the sov’reign Architect had framed. |
257 | | From hence no cloud, or to obstruct his sight, |
258 | | Star interposed, |
259 | | Not unconform |
260 | | Earth, and the garden of God, with cedars crowned |
261 | | Above all hills. As when by night the glass |
262 | | Of Galileo, less assured, |
263 | | Imagined lands and regions in the moon, |
264 | | Or pilot from amidst the Cyclades |
265 | | |
266 | | A cloudy spot. Down thither prone |
267 | | He speeds, and through the vast ethereal sky |
268 | | Sails between worlds and worlds, with steady wing |
269 | | Now on the polar winds, then with quick fan |