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Paradise Lost


                                  Wide-hovering, all the clouds together drove
                                  From under Heaven; the hills to their supply
                                  Vapour, and exhalation dusk and moist,
                                  Sent up amain; and now the thickened sky
                                  Like a dark cieling stood; down rushed the rain
                                  Impetuous; and continued, till the earth
                                  No more was seen: the floating vessel swum
                                  Uplifted, and secure with beaked prow
                                  Rode tilting o’er the waves; all dwellings else
                                  Flood overwhelmed, and them with all their pomp
                                  Deep under water rolled; sea covered sea,
                                  Sea without shore; and in their palaces,
                                  Where luxury late reigned, sea-monsters whelped
                                  And stabled; of mankind, so numerous late,
                                  All left, in one small bottom swum imbarked.
                                  How didst thou grieve then, Adam, to behold
                                  The end of all thy offspring, end so sad,
                                  Depopulation! Thee another flood,
                                  Of tears and sorrow a flood, thee also drowned,
                                  And sunk thee as thy sons; till, gently reared
                                  By the Angel, on thy feet thou stoodest at last,
                                  Though comfortless; as when a father mourns
                                  His children, all in view destroyed at once;
                                  And scarce to the Angel utter’dst thus thy plaint.
                                  O visions ill foreseen! Better had I
                                  Lived ignorant of future! so had borne
                                  My part of evil only, each day’s lot
                                  Enough to bear; those now, that were dispensed
                                  The burden of many ages, on me light


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