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Paradise Lost


                                  Sunk down, and all his spirits became entranced;
                                  But him the gentle Angel by the hand
                                  Soon raised, and his attention thus recalled.
                                  Adam, now ope thine eyes; and first behold
                                  The effects, which thy original crime hath wrought
                                  In some to spring from thee; who never touched
                                  The excepted tree; nor with the snake conspired;
                                  Nor sinned thy sin; yet from that sin derive
                                  Corruption, to bring forth more violent deeds.
                                  His eyes he opened, and beheld a field,
                                  Part arable and tilth, whereon were sheaves
                                  New reaped; the other part sheep-walks and folds;
                                  I’ the midst an altar as the land-mark stood,
                                  Rustick, of grassy sord; thither anon
                                  A sweaty reaper from his tillage brought
                                  First fruits, the green ear, and the yellow sheaf,
                                  Unculled, as came to hand; a shepherd next,
                                  More meek, came with the firstlings of his flock,
                                  Choicest and best; then, sacrificing, laid
                                  The inwards and their fat, with incense strowed,
                                  On the cleft wood, and all due rights performed:
                                  His offering soon propitious fire from Heaven
                                  Consumed with nimble glance, and grateful steam;
                                  The other’s not, for his was not sincere;
                                  Whereat he inly raged, and, as they talked,
                                  Smote him into the midriff with a stone
                                  That beat out life; he fell;and, deadly pale,
                                  Groaned out his soul with gushing blood effused.
                                  Much at that sight was Adam in his heart


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