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Paradise Lost


                                  Heaven’s cheerful face, the louring element
                                  Scowls o’er the darkened landscape snow or shower,
                                  If chance the radiant sun, with farewell sweet,
                                  Extend his evening beam, the fields revive,
                                  The birds their notes renew, and bleating herds
                                  Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.
                                  O shame to men! Devil with devil damned
                                  Firm concord holds; men only disagree
                                  Of creatures rational, though under hope
                                  Of heavenly grace, and, God proclaiming peace,
                                  Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife
                                  Among themselves, and levy cruel wars
                                  Wasting the earth, each other to destroy:
                                  As if (which might induce us to accord)
                                  Man had not hellish foes enow besides,
                                  That day and night for his destruction wait!
                                  The Stygian council thus dissolved; and forth
                                  In order came the grand infernal Peers:
                                  Midst came their mighty Paramount, and seemed
                                  Alone th’ antagonist of Heaven, nor less
                                  Than Hell’s dread Emperor, with pomp supreme,
                                  And god-like imitated state: him round
                                  A globe of fiery Seraphim enclosed
                                  With bright emblazonry, and horrent arms.
                                  Then of their session ended they bid cry
                                  With trumpet’s regal sound the great result:
                                  Toward the four winds four speedy Cherubim
                                  Put to their mouths the sounding alchemy,
                                  By herald’s voice explained; the hollow Abyss


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