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by John Milton


  Vapour, and Mist, and Exhalation hot,

  695

  Corrupt and Pestilent: Now from the North

  Of Norumbega,76 and the Samoed shoar

  Bursting thir brazen Dungeon, armd with ice

  And snow and hail and stormie gust and flaw,77

  Boreas78 and Cæcias and Argestes loud

  700

  And Thrascias rend the Woods and Seas upturn;

  With adverse blast up-turns them from the South

  Notus and Afer black with thundrous Clouds

  From Serraliona; thwart of these as fierce

  Forth rush the Levant and the Ponent Winds

  705

  Eurus and Zephir with thir lateral noise,

  Sirocco, and Libecchio. Thus began

  Outrage from liveless things; but Discord first

  Daughter of Sin, among th’ irrational,

  Death introduc’d through fierce antipathie:79

  710

  Beast now with Beast gan war, and Fowl with Fowl,

  And Fish with Fish; to graze the Herb all leaving,

  Devourd each other; nor stood much in awe

  Of Man, but fled him, or with count’nance grim

  Glar’d on him passing: these were from without

  715

  The growing miseries, which Adam saw

  Alreadie in part, though hid in gloomiest shade,

  To sorrow abandond, but worse felt within,

  And in a troubl’d Sea of passion tost,

  Thus to disburd’n sought with sad complaint.

  720

  O miserable of happie! is this the end

  Of this new glorious World, and mee so late

  The Glory of that Glory, who now becom

  Accurst of blessed, hide me from the face

  Of God, whom to behold was then my highth

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  Of happiness: yet well, if here would end

  The miserie, I deserv’d it, and would bear

  My own deservings; but this will not serve;

  All that I eat or drink, or shall beget,

  Is propagated curse. O voice once heard

  730

  Delightfully, Encrease and multiply,

  Now death to hear! for what can I encrease

  Or multiplie, but curses on my head?

  Who of all Ages to succeed, but feeling

  The evil on him brought by me, will curse

  735

  My Head, Ill fare our Ancestor impure,

  For this we may thank Adam; but his thanks

  Shall be the execration; so besides

  Mine own that bide upon me, all from mee

  Shall with a fierce reflux on mee redound,80

  740

  On mee as on thir natural center light

  Heavie, though in thir place. O fleeting joyes

  Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!

  Did I request thee, Maker, from my Clay

  To mould me Man, did I sollicite thee

  745

  From darkness to promote me, or here place

  In this delicious Garden? as my Will

  Concurd not to my being, it were but right

  And equal to reduce me to my dust,

  Desirous to resigne, and render back

  750

  All I receav’d, unable to perform

  Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold

  The good I sought not. To the loss of that,

  Sufficient penaltie, why hast thou added

  The sense of endless woes? inexplicable

  755

  Thy Justice seems; yet to say truth, too late,

  I thus contest; then should have been refus’d

  Those terms whatever, when they were propos’d:

  Thou didst accept them; wilt thou enjoy the good,

  Then cavil the conditions? and though God

  760

  Made thee without thy leave, what if thy Son

  Prove disobedient, and reprov’d, retort,

  Wherefore didst thou beget me? I sought it not:

  Wouldst thou admit for his contempt of thee

  That proud excuse? yet him not thy election,

  765

  But Natural necessity begot.

  God made thee of choice his own, and of his own

  To serve him, thy reward was of his grace,

  Thy punishment then justly is at his Will.

  Be it so, for I submit, his doom is fair,

  770

  That dust I am, and shall to dust return:81

  O welcom hour whenever! why delayes

  His hand to execute what his Decree

  Fix’d on this day? why do I overlive,

  Why am I mockt with death, and length’n’d out

  775

  To deathless pain? how gladly would I meet

  Mortalitie my sentence, and be Earth

  Insensible, how glad would lay me down

  As in my Mothers lap? there I should rest

  And sleep secure; his dreadful voice no more

  780

  Would Thunder in my ears, no fear of worse

  To mee and to my ofspring would torment me

  With cruel expectation. Yet one doubt

  Pursues me still, least all I cannot die,

  Least that pure breath of Life, the Spirit of Man

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  Which God inspir’d, cannot together perish

  With this corporeal Clod; then in the Grave,

  Or in some other dismal place, who knows

  But I shall die a living Death? O thought

  Horrid, if true! yet why? it was but breath

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  Of Life that sinn’d; what dies but what had life

  And sin? the Bodie properly hath neither.

  All of me then shall die: let this appease

  The doubt, since human reach no further knows.

  For though the Lord of all be infinite,

  795

  Is his wrauth also? be it, man is not so,

  But mortal doom’d. How can he exercise

  Wrath without end on Man whom Death must end?

  Can he make deathless Death? that were to make

  Strange contradiction, which to God himself

  800

  Impossible is held, as Argument

  Of weakness, not of Power. Will he draw out,

  For angers sake, finite to infinite

  In punisht man, to satisfie his rigour

  Satisfi’d never; that were to extend

  805

  His Sentence beyond dust and Natures Law,

  By which all Causes else according still

  To the reception82 of thir matter act,

  Not to th’ extent of thir own Sphear. But say

  That Death be not one stroak, as I suppos’d,

  810

  Bereaving sense, but endless miserie

  From this day onward, which I feel begun

  Both in me, and without me, and so last

  To perpetuitie; Ay me, that fear

  Comes thundring back with dreadful revolution

  815

  On my defensless head; both Death and I

  Am found Eternal, and incorporate both,

  Nor I on my part single, in mee all

  Posteritie stands curst: Fair Patrimonie

  That I must leave ye, Sons; O were I able

  820

  To waste it all my self, and leave ye none!

  So disinherited how would ye bless

  Me now your curse! Ah, why should all mankind

  For one mans fault thus guiltless be condemn’d,

  If guiltless? But from me what can proceed,

  825

  But all corrupt, both Mind and Will deprav’d,

  Not to do onely, but to will the same

  With me? how can they then acquitted stand

  In sight of God? Him after all Disputes

  Forc’t I absolve: all my evasions vain,

  830

&
nbsp; And reasonings, though through Mazes, lead me still

  But to my own conviction: first and last

  On mee, mee onely, as the sourse and spring

  Of all corruption, all the blame lights due;

  So might the wrauth. Fond wish! couldst thou support

  835

  That burden heavier then the Earth to bear,

  Then all the World much heavier, though divided

  With that bad Woman? Thus what thou desir’st

  And what thou fearst, alike destroyes all hope

  Of refuge, and concludes thee miserable

  840

  Beyond all past example and future,

  To Satan only like both crime and doom.

  O Conscience, into what Abyss of fears

  And horrors hast thou driv’n me; out of which

  I find no way, from deep to deeper plung’d!

  845

  Thus Adam to himself lamented loud

  Through the still Night, not now, as ere man fell,

  Wholsom and cool, and mild, but with black Air

  Accompanied, with damps and dreadful gloom,

  Which to his evil Conscience represented

  850

  All things with double terror: On the ground

  Outstretcht he lay, on the cold ground, and oft

  Curs’d his Creation, Death as oft accus’d

  Of tardie execution, since denounc’t

  The day of his offence. Why comes not Death,

  855

  Said hee, with one thrice acceptable stroke

  To end me? Shall Truth fail to keep her word,

  Justice Divine not hast’n to be just?

  But Death comes not at call, Justice Divine

  Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.

  860

  O Woods, O Fountains, Hillocks, Dales and Bowrs,

  With other echo late I taught your Shades

  To answer, and resound farr other Song.

  Whom thus afflicted when sad Eve beheld,

  Desolate where she sate, approaching nigh,

  865

  Soft words to his fierce passion she assay’d:

  But her with stern regard he thus repell’d.

  Out of my sight, thou Serpent,83 that name best

  Befits thee with him leagu’d, thy self as false

  And hateful; nothing wants, but that thy shape,

  870

  Like his, and colour Serpentine84 may shew

  Thy inward fraud, to warn all Creatures from thee

  Henceforth; least that too heav’nly form, pretended85

  To hellish falshood, snare them. But for thee

  I had persisted happie, had not thy pride

  875

  And wandring vanitie, when lest was safe,

  Rejected my forewarning, and disdain’d

  Not to be trusted, longing to be seen

  Though by the Devil himself, him overweening

  To over-reach, but with the Serpent meeting

  880

  Fool’d and beguil’d, by him thou, I by thee,

  To trust thee from my side, imagin’d wise,

  Constant, mature, proof against all assaults,

  And understood not all was but a shew

  Rather then solid vertu, all but a Rib

  885

  Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears,

  More to the part sinister86 from me drawn,

  Well if thrown out, as supernumerarie

  To my just number found. O why did God,

  Creator wise, that peopl’d highest Heav’n

  890

  With Spirits Masculine, create at last

  This noveltie on Earth, this fair defect

  Of Nature, and not fill the World at once

  With Men as Angels without Feminine,

  Or find some other way to generate

  895

  Mankind? this mischief had not then befall’n,

  And more that shall befall, innumerable

  Disturbances on Earth through Femal snares,

  And straight conjunction with this Sex: for either

  He never shall find out fit Mate, but such

  900

  As some misfortune brings him, or mistake,

  Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain

  Through her perversness, but shall see her gaind

  By a farr worse, or if she love, withheld

  By Parents, or his happiest choice too late

  905

  Shall meet, alreadie linkt and Wedlock-bound

  To a fell Adversarie, his hate or shame:

  Which infinite calamitie shall cause

  To Human life, and houshold peace confound.

  He added not, and from her turn’d, but Eve

  910

  Not so repulst, with Tears that ceas’d not flowing,

  And tresses all disorderd, at his feet

  Fell humble, and imbracing them, besaught

  His peace, and thus proceeded in her plaint.

  Forsake me not thus, Adam, witness Heav’n

  915

  What love sincere, and reverence in my heart

  I bear thee, and unweeting have offended,

  Unhappilie deceav’d; thy suppliant

  I beg, and clasp thy knees; bereave me not,

  Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid,

  920

  Thy counsel in this uttermost distress,

  My onely strength and stay: forlorn of thee,

  Whither shall I betake me, where subsist?

  While yet we live, scarse one short hour perhaps,

  Between us two let there be peace, both joyning,

  925

  As joyn’d in injuries, one enmitie

  Against a Foe by doom express assign’d us,

  That cruel Serpent: On me exercise not

  Thy hatred for this miserie befall’n,

  On me already lost, mee then thy self

  930

  More miserable; both have sin’d, but thou

  Against God onely, I against God and thee,87

  And to the place of judgment will return,

  There with my cries importune Heav’n, that all

  The sentence from thy head remov’d may light

  935

  On me, sole cause to thee of all this woe,

  Mee mee onely just object of his ire.

  She ended weeping, and her lowlie plight,

  Immoveable till peace obtain’d from fault

  Acknowledg’d and deplor’d, in Adam wraught

  940

  Commiseration; soon his heart relented

  Towards her, his life so late and sole delight,

  Now at his feet submissive in distress,

  Creature so fair his reconcilement seeking,

  His counsel whom she had displeas’d, his aid;

  945

  As one disarm’d, his anger all he lost,

  And thus with peaceful words uprais’d her soon.

  Unwarie, and too desirous, as before,

  So now of what thou knowst not, who desir’st

  The punishment all on thy self; alas,

  950

  Bear thine own first, ill able to sustain

  His full wrauth whose thou feelst as yet lest part,

  And my displeasure bearst so ill. If Prayers

  Could alter high Decrees, I to that place

  Would speed before thee, and be louder heard,

  955

  That on my head all might be visited,

  Thy frailtie and infirmer Sex forgiv’n,

  To me committed and by me expos’d.

  But rise, let us no more contend, nor blame

  Each other, blam’d enough elsewhere, but strive

  960

  In offices of Love, how we may light’n

  Each others burden in our share of woe;

  Since this days Death denounc’t, if ought I see,

  Will prove no sudden, but a slow-pac’t evill,
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  A long days dying to augment our pain,

  965

  And to our Seed (O hapless Seed!) deriv’d.

  To whom thus Eve, recovering heart, repli’d.

  Adam, by sad experiment I know

  How little weight my words with thee can find,

  Found so erroneous, thence by just event

  970

  Found so unfortunate; nevertheless,

  Restor’d by thee, vile as I am, to place

  Of new acceptance, hopeful to regain

  Thy Love, the sole contentment of my heart,

  Living or dying, from thee I will not hide

  975

  What thoughts in my unquiet brest are ris’n,

  Tending to som relief of our extremes,

  Or end, though sharp and sad, yet tolerable,

  As in our evils,88 and of easier choice.

  If care of our descent perplex us most,

  980

  Which must be born to certain woe, devourd

  By Death at last, and miserable it is

  To be to others cause of misery,

  Our own begotten, and of our Loins to bring

  Into this cursed World a woful Race,

  985

  That after wretched Life must be at last

  Food for so foul a Monster, in thy power

  It lies, yet ere Conception to prevent

  The Race unblest, to being yet unbegot.

  Childless thou art, Childless remain: so Death

  990

  Shall be deceav’d his glut, and with us two

  Be forc’d to satisfie his Rav’nous Maw.

  But if thou judge it hard and difficult,

  Conversing, looking, loving, to abstain

  From Loves due Rites, Nuptial imbraces sweet,

  995

  And with desire to languish without hope,

  Before the present object89 languishing

  With like desire, which would be miserie

  And torment less then none of what we dread,

  Then both our selves and Seed at once to free

  1000

  From what we fear for both, let us make short,

  Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply

 

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