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                                  Like change on sea and land; sideral blast,
                                  Vapour, and mist, and exhalation hot,
                                  Corrupt and pestilent: Now from the north
                                  Of Norumbega, and the Samoed shore,
                                  Bursting their brazen dungeon, armed with ice,
                                  And snow, and hail, and stormy gust and flaw,
                                  Boreas, and Caecias, and Argestes loud,
                                  And Thrascias, rend the woods, and seas upturn;
                                  With adverse blast upturns them from the south
                                  Notus, and Afer black with thunderous clouds
                                  From Serraliona; thwart of these, as fierce,
                                  Forth rush the Levant and the Ponent winds,
                                  Eurus and Zephyr, with their lateral noise,
                                  Sirocco and Libecchio. Thus began
                                  Outrage from lifeless things; but Discord first,
                                  Daughter of Sin, among the irrational
                                  Death introduced, through fierce antipathy:
                                  Beast now with beast ‘gan war, and fowl with fowl,
                                  And fish with fish; to graze the herb all leaving,
                                  Devoured each other; nor stood much in awe
                                  Of Man, but fled him; or, with countenance grim,
                                  Glared on him passing. These were from without
                                  The growing miseries, which Adam saw
                                  Already in part, though hid in gloomiest shade,
                                  To sorrow abandoned, but worse felt within;
                                  And, in a troubled sea of passion tost,
                                  Thus to disburden sought with sad complaint.
                                  O miserable of happy! Is this the end
                                  Of this new glorious world, and me so late


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