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Paradise Lost


                                  Blows them transverse, ten thousand leagues awry
                                  Into the devious air: Then might ye see
                                  Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers, tost
                                  And fluttered into rags; then reliques, beads,
                                  Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls,
                                  The sport of winds: All these, upwhirled aloft,
                                  Fly o’er the backside of the world far off
                                  Into a Limbo large and broad, since called
                                  The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown
                                  Long after; now unpeopled, and untrod.
                                  All this dark globe the Fiend found as he passed,
                                  And long he wandered, till at last a gleam
                                  Of dawning light turned thither-ward in haste
                                  His travelled steps: far distant he descries
                                  Ascending by degrees magnificent
                                  Up to the wall of Heaven a structure high;
                                  At top whereof, but far more rich, appeared
                                  The work as of a kingly palace-gate,
                                  With frontispiece of diamond and gold
                                  Embellished; thick with sparkling orient gems
                                  The portal shone, inimitable on earth
                                  By model, or by shading pencil, drawn.
                                  These stairs were such as whereon Jacob saw
                                  Angels ascending and descending, bands
                                  Of guardians bright, when he from Esau fled
                                  To Padan-Aram, in the field of Luz
                                  Dreaming by night under the open sky
                                  And waking cried, This is the gate of Heaven.
                                  Each stair mysteriously was meant, nor stood


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