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Which to our general sire gave prospect large
Into his nether empire neighb'ring round.
And higher than that wall a circling row
Of goodliest trees, loaden with fairest fruit,
Blossoms and fruits at once of golden hue,
Appear'd, with gay enameld colours mix'd;
Of which the sun more glad impress'd his beams
Than in fair evening cloud, or humid bow,
When God hath shower'd the earth; so lovely seem'd
That landscape; and of pure, now purer air
Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires
Verual delight and joy, able to drive
All sadness but despair; now gentle gales
Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense
Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole
| Those balmy spoils : as when to them who sail

Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past
Mozambic, off at sea north-west winds blow
Sabean odours from the spicy shore
Of Araby the blest; with such delay
Well pleas'd they slack their course, and many a

league,
Cheer'd with the grateful smell, old Ocean smiles.

Advanc'd in view, they stand, a horrid front Of dreadful length, and dazzling arms, in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear, and shield, Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienc'd eye, and soon traverse The whole battalion, views their order due, Their visages and statures as of Gods; Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hard'ning in his strength Glories ; for never since created man Met such embodied force as, nam'd with these, Could merit more than that small infantry Warrd on by cranes ; though all the giant brood Of Phlegra with th' heroic race were join'd, That fought at Thebes, and Ilium on each side Mix'd with auxiliar gods; and what resounds In fable or romance of Uther's son, Begirt with British and Armoric knights; And all who since, baptis'd or infidel, Jousted in Aspramont or Montalban, Damasco or Morocco, or Trebisond; Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore. When Charlemain with all his peerage fell By Fontarabia. Thus far these beyond Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd Their dread commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tow'r; his form had not yet lost All her original brightness, nor appeard Less than Archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd: as when the sun new risen Looks through the horizontal misty air, Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. Darken'd so, yet shone Above them all th' Archangel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench’d, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage and considerate pride, Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather, (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain; Millions of spirits for his fault amerc'd Of Heav'n, and from eternal splendours flung For his revolt, yet faithful how they stood, Their glory wither'd: as when Heav'n's fire Hath scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately growth, though bare, Stands on the blasted heath. He now prepar'd To speak : whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers: attention held them mute. Thrice he assay'd; and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth; at last Words, interwove with sighs, found out their way.

[Eve's Account of her Creation.]

(From the same.) I first awak'd, and found myself repos’d Under a shade of flow'rs, much wond'ring where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how. Not distant far from thence a murm'ring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmov’d, Pure as the expanse of Heav'n ; I thither went With inexperienc'd thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky. As I bent down to look, just opposite, A shape within the wat’ry gleam appear'd, Bending to look on me; I started back, It started back: but pleas'd I soon return'd, Pleas'd it return'd as soon with answ'ring looks Of sympathy and love: there I had fix'd Mine eyes till now, and pin'd with vain desire, Had not a voice thus warn'd me; “What thou seest, What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself : With thee it came and goes ; but follow me, | And I will bring thee where no shadow stays

Thy coming and thy soft embraces ; he
Whose image thou art ; him thou shalt enjoy,
Inseparably thine; to him shalt bear
Multitudes like thyself, and thence be call'd
Mother of human race. What could I do,
But follow straight, invisibly thus led ?
| Till I espied thee, fair indeed and tall,
Under a plantain"; yet methought less fair,
Less winning soft, less amiably mild,
Than that smooth wat’ry image: back I turn'd;
Thou following cry'st aloud, "Return, fair Eve,
| Whom fly'st thou ? whom thou fly'st of him thou art,
His flesh, his bone: to give thee being I lent,
Out of my side to thee, nearest my heart,
Substantial life, to have thee by my side
Henceforth an individual solace dear;
Part of my soul I seek thee, and thee claim
My other half. With that thy gentle hand
Seiz'd mine; I yielded, and from that time see
How beauty is excell'd by manly grace
And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.

So spake our general mother, and with eyes
Of conjugal attraction, unreprov'd,
And meek surrender, half embracing, lean'd
On our first father; half her swelling breast
Naked met his under the flowing gold

Of her loose tresses hid; he in delight
| Both of her beauty and submissive charms,

[The Garden of Eden.]

(From the same] So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her inclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied ; and overhead upgrew Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend, Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view. Yet higher than their tops The verd'rous wall of Paradise up-sprung:

Smild with superior love, as Jupiter

In mystic dance not without song, resound On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds

His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. That shed May flow'rs; and press'd her matron lip Air, and ye elements ! the eldest birth With kisses pure.

Of nature's womb, that in quaternian run

Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix, (Morning in Paradise.]

And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change

Vary to our great Maker still new praise. (From the same.)

Ye mists, and exhalations! that now rise Now morn her rosy steps in th' eastern clime

From hill, or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, When Adam waked, so custom'd, for his sleep

In honour to the world's great Author rise; Was airy light from pure digestion bred,

Whether to deck with clouds the uncolour'd sky, And temperate vapours bland, which the only sound Or wet the thirsty earth with falling show'rs, Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan,

Rising or falling, still advance his praise. Lightly dispers'd, and the shrill matin song

His praise, ye winds ! that from four quarters blow. of birds on ev'ry bough; so much the more

Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines : His wonder was to find unawaken'd Eve,

With every plant, in sign of worship wave. With tresses discompos'd and glowing cheek,

Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,
As through unquiet rest : he on his side

Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Leaning half rais’d, with looks of cordial love, Join voices all, ye living souls; ye birds
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld

That singing up to Heav'n gate ascend,
Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep,

Bear on your wings and in your notes His praise. Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice

Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
Mild as when Zephyrus or Flora breathes,

The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep,
Her hand soft touching, whisper'd thus : 'Awake, Witness if I be silert, morn or even,
My fairest, my espous'd, my latest found,

To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade,
Heav'n's last best gift, my ever new delight,

Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Awake: the morning shines, and the fresh field

Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring To give us only good; and, if the night Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, Have gather'd'aught of evil or conceal’d, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.' How nature paints her colours, how the bee

So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.'

Firm peace recover'd soon and wonted calm,

On to their morning's rural work they haste
To the field they haste.

Among sweet dews and flow'rs; where any row
But first, from under shady arb'rous roof

Of fruit-trees over-woody reach'd too far Soon as they forth were come to open sight

Their pamper'd boughs, and needed hands to check Of day-spring, and the sun, who scarce up-risen, Fruitless embraces : or they led the vine With wheels yet hovering o'er the ocean brim, To wed her elm; she, 'spousd, about him twines Shot parallel to th' earth his dewy ray,

Her marriageable arms, and with her brings Discovering in wide landscape all the east

Her dow'r, th'adopted clusters, to adorn
Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains,

His barren leaves.
Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began
Their orisons, each morning duly paid

(Evening in Paradise.]
In various style ; for neither various style
Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise

(From the same.) Their Maker, in fit strains pronounced or sung Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Unmeditated, such prompt eloquence

Had in her sober livery all things clad; Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous verse, Silence accompanied : for beast and bird, More tunable than needed lute or harp

They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, To add more sweetness; and they thus began : | Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ;

* These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, She all night long her amorous descant sung; Almighty, thine this universal frame,

Silence was pleas'd: now glow'd the firmament Thus wond'rous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! With living sapphires ; Hesperus that led Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heav'ns

The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, To us invisible, or dimly seen

Rising in clouded majesty, at length In these thy lowest works; yet these declare

Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,

When Adam thus to Eve: “Fair Consort, th' hour Angels! for ye behold Him, and with songs,

Of night, and all things now retir'd to rest, And choral symphonies, day without night,

Mind us of like repose, since God hath set Circle His throne rejoicing; ye in heav'n :

Labour and rest, as day and night, to men On earth join all ye creatures, to extol

Successive; and the timely dew of sleep Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end ! Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight, inclines Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,

Our eye-lids : other creatures all day long If better thou belong not to the dawn,

Rove idle unemploy'd, and less need rest; Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn Man hath his daily work of body or mind With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere Appointed, which declares his dignity, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.

And the regard of Heav'n on all his ways; Thou sun! of this world both eye and soul,

While other animals unactive range, Acknowledge Him thy greater ; sound His praise And of their doings God takes no account. In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, To-morrow, ere fresh morning streak the east And when high noon has gain'd, and when thou fall'st. With first approach of light, we must be risen, Moon ! that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly'st And at our pleasant labour, to reform With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies; Yon flow'ry arbours, yonder alleys green, And ye five other wand'ring fires ! that move | Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown,

That mock our scant manuring, and require

Beast, bird, insect, or worm, durst enter none; More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth: Such was their awe of Man. In shadier bow'r, Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums

More sacred and sequester'd, though but feign'd, That lie bestrown, unsightly and unsmooth,

Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor nymph, Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease :

Nor Faunus haunted. Here in close recess, Meanwhile, as Nature wills, night bids us rest.' | With flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs, To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn'd: Espoused Eve deck'd first her nuptial bed, • My Author and Disposer; what thou bidst

And heav'nly choirs the hymenaan sung, Unargued I obey ; so God ordains;

What day the genial Angel to our sire God is thy law, thou mine: to whom no more

Brought her, in naked beauty more adorn’d, Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. More lovely than Pandora, whom the gods With thee conversing I forget all time:

Endow'd with all their gifts, and, 0 too like All seasons and their change, all please alike.

In sad event, when to the unwiser son Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,

Of Japhet, brought by Hermes, she ensnar'd With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, Mankind with her fair looks, to be aveng'd When first on this delightful land he spreads

On him who had stole Jove's authentic fire. His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Thus, at their shady lodge arriv'd, both stood, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth

Both turn'd, and under open sky ador'd After soft show'rs; and swcet the coming on

The God that made both sky, air, earth, and heaven, Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night,

Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And starry pole: 'Thou also mad'st the night, And these the gems of Heav'n, her starry train; Maker omnipotent, and thou the day, But neither breath of morn, when she ascends Which we in our appointed work employ'd With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun

Have finish'd happy in our mutual help On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, And mutual love, the crown of all bliss Glist’ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Ordain'd by thee, and this delicious place Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night,

For us too large, where thy abundance wants With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground. Or glitt'ring starlight, without thee is sweet.

But thou hast promis'd from us two a race But wherefore all night long shine these? for whom To fill the earth, who shall with us extol This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes? Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, To whom our general ancestor reply'd :

And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep. • Daughter of God and Man, accomplish'd Ere, These have their course to finish round the earth

[Expulsion from Paradise.] By morrow evening, and from land to land In order, though to nations yet unborn,

(From the same.) Minist’ring light prepared, they set and rise;

He ended; and the Archangel soon drew nigh, Lest total darkness should by night regain

Not in his chape celestial, but as man Her old possession, and extinguish life

Clad to meet man; over his lucid arms In nature and all things, which these soft fires

A military vest of purple flow'd, Not only enlighten, but with kindly heat

Livelier than Melibacan, or the grain Of various influence, fornent and warm,

Of Sarrah, worn by kings and heroes old Temper or nourish, or in part shed down

| In time of truce; Iris had dipt the woof; Their stellar virtue on all kinds that grow

His starry helm unbuckled show'd him prime On earth, made hereby apter to receive

In manhood where youth ended; by his side, Perfection from the sun's more potent ray.

As in a glist’ring zodiac, hung the sword, These, then, though unbeheld in deep of night, Satan's dire dread, and in his hand the spear. Shine not in vain; nor think, tho' men were none, Adam bow'd low; he kingly, from his state That Heav'n would want spectators, God want praise. Inclin'd not, but his coming thus declared Millions of spiritual creatures walk the carth

"Adam, Heaven's high behest no preface needs: Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep: Sufficient that thy pray’rs are heard, and death All these with ceaseless praise his works behold

Then due by sentence when thou didst transgress, Both day and night. How often from the steep

Defeated of his seizure many days, Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard

Giv'n thee of grace, wherein thou may'st repent, Celestial voices to the midnight air,

And one bad act with many deeds well done Sole or responsive each to other's note,

May'st cover: well may then thy Lord appeas'd Singing their great Creator? oft in bands,

Redeem thee quite from Death's rapacious claim. While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, But longer in this Paradise to dwell With Hear'nly touch of instrumental sounds

Permits not; to remove thee I am come, In full harmonic numbers join'd, their songs

And send thee from the garden forth to till Divide the night, and lift our souls to Heaven.' The ground whence thou wast taken, fitter soil.' Thus talking hand in hand alone they pass'd

He added not, for Adam at the news On to their blissful bow'r; it was a place

Heart-struck with chilling gripe of sorrow stood, Chos'n by the sov’reign Planter, when he fram'd That all his senses bound; Eve, who unseen, All things to man's delightful use; the roof

Yet all had heard, with audible lament Of thickest covert was inwoven shade

Discover'd soon the place of her retire. Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew

O unexpected stroke; worse than of death! Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub,

Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades, Fenc'd up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to spend, Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine,

Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day Reard high their flourish'd heads between, and wrought That must be mortal to us both. O flowers ! Mosaic; underfoot the violet,

That never will in other climate grow,
Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay

My early visitation, and my last
Broider'd the ground, more colour'd than with stone | At even, which I bred up with tender hand
Of costliest emblem: other creatures here,

| From the first opening bud, and gave ye names !

With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms:
Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon.

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

They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank
Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount?
Thee lastly, nuptial bow'r, by me adorn'd
With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee
How shall I part, and whither wander down
Into a lower world, to this obscure
And wild ? how shall we breathe in other air
Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits !!

Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild :
• Lament not, Eve, but patiently resign
What justly thou hast lost ; nor set thy heart,
Thus over-fond, on that which is not thine:
Thy going is not lonely; with thee goes
Thy husband; him to follow thou art bound;
Where he abides, think there thy native soil.'

Adam by this from the cold sudden damp
Recovering, and his scatter'd spirits return'd,
To Michael thus his humble words address'd :-

'Celestial, whether among the thrones, or nam'd Of them the highest, for such of shape may seem Prince above princes, gently hast thou told Thy message, which might else in telling wound, And in performing end us; what besides Of sorrow, and dejection, and despair, Our frailty can sustain, thy tidings bring; Departure from that happy place, our sweet Recess, and only consolation left Familiar to our eyes, all places else Inhospitable appear and desolate, Nor knowing us, nor known : and if by prayer Incessant, I could hope to change the will Of him who all things can, I would not cease To weary him with my assiduous cries : But pray'r against his absolute decree No more avails than breath against the wind, Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth : Therefore to his great bidding I submit. This most afflicts me, that, departing hence, As from his face I shall be hid, depriv'd His blessed count'nance ; here I could frequent With worship place by place where he vouchsafed Presence divine, and to my sons relate, On this mount he appear’d, under this tree Stood visible, among these pines his voice I heard, here with him at this fountain talk'd: So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone Of lustre from the brook, in memory, Or monument to ages, and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers. In yonder nether world where shall I seck His bright appearances, or footstep trace? For though I fled him angry, yet recall'd To life prolong'd and promis'd race, I now Gladly behold though but his utmost skirts Of glory, and far off his steps adore.'

[Satan's Survey of Greece.]

(From Paradise Regained.] Westward, much nearer by southwest, behold, Where on the Ægean shore a city stands, Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil; Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades. See there the olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long; There flowery hill Hymettus, with the sound Of bees' industrious murmur, oft invites To studious musing; there Ilissus rolls His whispering stream: within the walls, then view The schools of ancient sages; his, who bred Great Alexander to subdue the world, Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next: There shalt thou hear and learn the secret power Of harmony, in tones and numbers hit By voice or hand : and various-measur'd verse. Æolian charms and Dorian lyric odes, And his, who gave them breath, but higher sung, Blind Melesigenes, thence Homer callid, Whose poem Phoebus challeng'd for his own : Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught In chorus or lambic, teachers best Of moral prudence, with delight receiv'd In brief sententious precepts, while they treat Of fate, and chance, and change in human life, High actions and high passions best describing : Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon and Artaxerxcs' throne : To sage Philosophy next lend thine ear, From heaven descended to the low-roof'd house Of Socrates ; see there his tenement, Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men; from whose mouth issued forth Mellifluous streams, that water'd all the schools Of Academics old and new, with those Surnam'd Peripatetics, and the sect Epicurean, and the Stoic severe; These here revolve, or, as thou lik’st, at home, Till time mature thee to a kingdom's weight; These rules will render thee a king complete Within thyself, much more with empire join'd.

ANDREW MARVELL.

Now too nigh Th’ Archangel stood, and from the other hill To their fix'd station, all in bright array, The cherubim descended; on the ground Gliding meteorous, as evening mist Ris'n from a river o'er the marish glides, And gathers ground fast at the lab'rer's heel Homeward returning. High in front advanc'd, The brandish'd sword of God before them blaz'd Fierce as a comet ; which with torrid heat, And vapours as the Libyan air adust, Began to parch that temp'rate clime : whereat In either hand the hast’ning Angel caught Our ling'ring parents, and to the eastern gate Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast To the subjected plain; then disappear’d. They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Wav'd over by that flaming brand, the gate

ANDREW MARVELL (1620-1678) is better known as a prose writer than a poet, and is still more celebrated as a patriotic member of parliament. He was associated with Milton in friendship and in public service. Marvell was born in Hull, where his father, a clergyman, resided. A romantic story is related of the elder Marvell, and of the circumstances attending his death. He embarked in a boat with a youthful pair whom he was to marry in Lincolnshire. The weather was calm, but the clergyman had a presentiment of danger; and on entering the boat, he threw his cane ashore, and cried out, ‘Ho, for heaven !' His fears were but too truly verified; the boat went down, and the whole party perished. The son was educated at Cam

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