Paradise Lost + Paradise Regained (2 Unabridged Classics + Original Illustrations by Gustave Doré). Джон Мильтон

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Heavens Azure, and the torrid Clime

      Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with Fire;

      Nathless he so endur’d, till on the Beach

      Of that inflamed Sea, he stood and call’d

      His Legions, Angel Forms, who lay intrans’t

      Thick as Autumnal Leaves that strow the Brooks

      In Vallombrosa, where th’ Etrurian shades

      High overarch’t imbowr; or scatterd sedge

      Afloat, when with fierce Winds Orion arm’d

      Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose waves orethrew

      Busiris and his Memphian Chivalrie,

      While with perfidious hatred they pursu’d

      The Sojourners of Goshen, who beheld

      From the safe shore their floating Carkases

      And broken Chariot Wheels, so thick bestrown

      Abject and lost lay these, covering the Flood,

      Under amazement of their hideous change.

      He call’d so loud, that all the hollow Deep

      Of Hell resounded. Princes, Potentates,

      Warriers, the Flowr of Heav’n, once yours, now lost,

      If such astonishment as this can sieze

      Eternal spirits; or have ye chos’n this place

      After the toyl of Battel to repose

      Your wearied vertue, for the ease you find

      To slumber here, as in the Vales of Heav’n?

      Or in this abject posture have ye sworn

      To adore the Conquerour? who now beholds

      Cherube and Seraph rowling in the Flood

      With scatter’d Arms and Ensigns, till anon

      His swift pursuers from Heav’n Gates discern

      Th’ advantage, and descending tread us down

      Thus drooping, or with linked Thunderbolts

      Transfix us to the bottom of this Gulfe.

      Awake, arise, or be for ever fall’n.

      plate03 They heard, and were abasht, and up they sprung

      plate04 So numberless were those bad Angels seen

      They heard, and were abasht, and up they sprung

      Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch

      On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread,

      Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.

      Nor did they not perceave the evil plight

      In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;

      Yet to their Generals Voyce they soon obeyd

      Innumerable. As when the potent Rod

      Of Amrams Son in Egypts evill day

      Wav’d round the Coast, up call’d a pitchy cloud

      Of Locusts, warping on the Eastern Wind,

      That ore the Realm of impious Pharaoh hung

      Like Night, and darken’d all the Land of Nile:

      So numberless were those bad Angels seen

      Hovering on wing under the Cope of Hell

      ‘Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding Fires;

      Till, as a signal giv’n, th’ uplifted Spear

      Of their great Sultan waving to direct

      Thir course, in even ballance down they light

      On the firm brimstone, and fill all the Plain;

      A multitude, like which the populous North

      Pour’d never from her frozen loyns, to pass

      Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous Sons

      Came like a Deluge on the South, and spread

      Beneath Gibraltar to the Lybian sands.

      Forthwith from every Squadron and each Band

      The Heads and Leaders thither hast where stood

      Their great Commander; Godlike shapes and forms

      Excelling human, Princely Dignities,

      And Powers that earst in Heaven sat on Thrones;

      Though of their Names in heav’nly Records now

      Be no memorial, blotted out and ras’d

      By thir Rebellion, from the Books of Life.

      Nor had they yet among the Sons of Eve

      Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth,

      Through Gods high sufferance for the tryal of man,

      By falsities and lyes the greatest part

      Of Mankind they corrupted to forsake

      God their Creator, and th’ invisible

      Glory of him, that made them, to transform

      Oft to the Image of a Brute, adorn’d

      With gay Religions full of Pomp and Gold,

      And Devils to adore for Deities:

      Then were they known to men by various Names,

      And various Idols through the Heathen World.

      Say, Muse, their Names then known, who first, who last,

      Rous’d from the slumber, on that fiery Couch,

      At thir great Emperors call, as next in worth

      Came singly where he stood on the bare strand,

      While

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