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How nature paints her colours, how the bee
Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.

Such whisp’ring waked her, but with startled eye
On Adam, whom embracing, thus she spake.

O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose,
My glory, my perfection, glad I see

Thy face, and morn returned; for I this night, fon 99

Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream'd, out to me If dream'd, not, as I oft am wont, of thee, hus 2i on Works of day pass’d, or morrow's next design, 11o Tai& But of offence and trouble, which

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mind aiul ei Knew never till this irksome night: methought to 12 st Close at mine ear one call'd me forth to walk w stisor With gentle voice; I thought it thine: it said, Infot Why sleep’st thou Eve? now is the pleasant time, bun sobre

The cool, the silent, save where silence yields
To the night-warbling bird, that now awake
Tunes sweetest his love-labour'd song ; now reigns
Full orb'd the moon, and with more pleasing light
Shadowy sets off the face of things; in vain,

If none regard: heav'n wakes with all his eyes,
brWhom to behold but thee, nature's desire,

In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment
Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.
I rose as at thy call, but found thee not;
To find thee I directed then my walk;
And on, methought, alone I pass'd through ways
That brought me on a sudden to the tree
Of interdicted knowledge: fair it seem'd,
Much fairer to my fancy than by day:
And as I wond'ring look’d, beside it stood
One shaped and wing'd like one of those from heav'n
By us oft seen; his dewy locks distillid
Ambrosia; on that tree he also gazed;
And O fair plant, said he, with fruit surcharged,
Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet,
Nor Gon, nor man; is knowledge so despised ?
Or envy, or what reserve forbids to taste ?
Forbid who will, none shall from me withhold" )
Longer thy offer'd good; why else set here....

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This said, he paused not, but with vent'rous arm
He pluck’d, he tasted; me damp horror chill'd
At such bold words vouch'd with a deed so bold,
But he thus overjoy’d: O fruit divine,
Sweet of thyself, but much more sweet thus cropp'd,
Forbidden here, it seems, as only fit
For Gods, yet able to make Gods of men :
And why not Gods of men since good, the more
Communicated, more abundant grows,
The author not impair’d, but honour'd more
Here, happy creature, fair angelic Eve,
Partake thou also ; happy though thou art,
Happier thou may'st be, worthier canst not be ::
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods
Thyself a Goddess, not to earth confined,
But sometimes in the air, as we, sometimes
Ascend to heav'n, by merit thine, and see
What life the Gods live there, and such live thou.
So saying, he drew nigh, and to me held,
Even to my mouth of that same fruit held part
Which he had pluck'd; the pleasant savoury smell
So quicken'd appetite, that I, methought,
Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the clouds
With him I flew, and underneath beheld
The earth outstretch'd immense, a prospect wide
And various : wond'ring at my flight and change
To this high exaltation, suddenly
My guide was gone, and I, methought, sunk down,
And fell asleep: but O how glad I waked
To find this but a dream! Thus Eve her night';
Related, and thus Adam answer'd sad.

Best image of myself and dearer half, ..
The trouble of thy thoughts this night in sleep
Affects me.equally; nor can I like
This uncouth dream, of evil sprung I fear : 159,
Yet evil whence ? in thee can harbour none, : 1)
Created pure. But know that in the soul
Are
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lesser faculties that serve Reason as chief: among these Fancy next rovill Her office holds; -of all external things, lo

Which the five watchful senses represent
She forms imaginations, aery shapes,
Which Reason joining, or disjoining, frames
All what we affirm, or what deny, and call
Our knowledge or opinion; then retires
Into her private cell when nature rests.
Oft in her absence mimic Fancy wakes
To imitate her ; but, misjoining shapes,
Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams,
Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.
Some such resemblances methinks I find
Of our last evening's talk in this thy dream,
But with addition strange; yet be not sad:
Evil into the mind of God or man
May come and go, so unapproved, and leave
No spot or blame behind; which gives me hope
That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream,
Waking thou never wilt consent to do.
Be not dishearten'd then, nor cloud those looks

That wont to be more cheerful and serene
! Than when fair morning first smiles on the world;

And let us to our fresh employments rise,
Among the groves, the fountains, and the flow'rs,
That open now their choicest bosom'd smells,
Reserved from night, and kept for thee in store.

So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was cheer'd;
But silently a gentle tear let fall
* From either eye, and wiped them with her hair:

Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell
Kiss'd as the gracious signs of sweet remorse,
And pious awe that fear'd to have offended.

So all was clear'd, and to the field they haste.
But first, from under shady arborous roof
Soon as they forth were come to open sight
Of dayspring and the sun, who, scarce uprisen
With wheels yet hov'ring o'er the ocean brim
Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray,
Discovering in wide landscape all the east
Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains,

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Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began
Their orisons, each morning duly paid
In various style; for neither various style
Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise
Their Maker, in fit strains pronounced or sung
Unmeditated, such prompt eloquence
Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous verse,
More tuneable than needed lute or harp
To add more sweetness: and they thus began.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty, thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then!
Unspeakable, who sitt’st above these heavens,
To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels, for

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behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb’st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st. Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly'st, With the fixed stars, fixed in their orb that flies, And

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five other wand'ring fires that move
In mystic dance not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light.
Air, and ye elements the eldest birth
Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run

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1 Alluding to the Pythagorean idea of the music of the spheres.

Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix

T And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great author rise, Whether to deck with clouds the uncolour'd sky Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye winds that from four quarters blow, ! Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise: Join voices, all ye living souls, ye birds, That singing up to heaven gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise; Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceald, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.

So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts Firm peace recover'd soon and wonted calm, On to their morning's rural work they haste, Among sweet dews and flowers, where any row Of fruit-trees over woody reach'd too far Their pamper'd” boughs, and needed hands to check Fruitless embraces : or they led the vine To wed her elm ; she spoused about him twines Her marriageable arms, and with her brings Her th' adopted clusters, to dorn His barren leaves. Them thus employ'd beheld

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See Psalm cxlviii.'

2 Unrestrained.

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