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作品:Paradise Lost Ⅰ 作者:约翰·弥尔顿 字数: 下载本书  举报本章节错误/更新太慢

    Falln Co be weak is miserable

    Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure,

    to do ougask,

    But ever to do ill our sole delight, [ 160 ]

    As being trary to his high will

    . If then his Providence

    Out of our evil seek to bring forth good,

    Our labour must be to pervert t end,

    And out of good still to find means of evil; [ 165 ]

    times may succeed, so as perhaps

    S, and disturb

    counsels from tind aim.

    But see tor h recalld

    ers of vengeance and pursuit [ 170 ]

    Back to tes of he Sulphurous hail

    S after us in storm, oreblown h laid

    t from the Precipice

    Of hunder,

    ingd ning and impetuous rage, [ 175 ]

    Per s, and ceases now

    to bello and boundless Deep.

    Let us not slip ther scorn,

    Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.

    Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and wilde, [ 180 ]

    t of desolation, voyd of light,

    Save hese livid flames

    Casts pale and dreadful? t us tend

    From off tossing of these fiery waves,

    t, if any rest can here, [ 185 ]

    And reassembling our afflicted Powers,

    Consult  offend

    Our Enemy, our own loss how repair,

    y,

    reinforcement we may gain from hope, [ 190 ]

    If not ion from despare.

    tan talking to  Mate

    it above the wave, and Eyes

    t sparkling blazd, s besides

    Prone on tended long and large [ 195 ]

    Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge

    As wrous size,