Your Tribes, and water from th ambrosial Fount?

That never will in other Climate grow,

A militarie Vest of purple flowd

From the first opning bud, and gave ye Names,

Adam bowd low, hee Kingly from his State

Whom thus the Angel interrupted milde.

With what to sight or smell was sweet; from thee

Satans dire dread, and in his hand the Spear.

Who now shall rea九_九_藏_書re ye to the Sun, or ranke

Adam, Heavns high behest no Preface needs:

Givn thee of Grace, wherein thou mayst repent, [ 255 ]

Inclind not, but his coming thus declard. [ 250 ]

His starrie Helme unbuckld shewd him prime [ 245 ]

Heart-strook with chilling gripe of sorrow stood,

In time of Truce; Iris had dipt the wooff;

He ended; and th Arch-Angel soo九-九-藏-書n drew nigh,

Less pure, accustomd to immortal Fruits? [ 285 ]

Mayst cover: well may then thy Lord appeasd

He added not, for Adam at the newes

My early visitation, and my last [ 275 ]

That must be mortal to us both. O flours,

How shall I part, and whither wander down

Yet all had heard, with audible lament

But longer in this Paradise to dwell

Of Sarraread.99csw.com, worn by Kings and Heros old

And one bad act with many deeds well done

That all his senses bound; Eve, who unseen [ 265 ]

Thee Native Soile, these happie Walks and Shades, [ 270 ]

Thee lastly nuptial Bowre, by mee adornd [ 280 ]

Permits not; to remove thee I am come, [ 260 ]

Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend,

Discoverd soon the place of her rreａd•９9cｓw•ｃoｍetire.

Redeem thee quite from Deaths rapacious claime;

Clad to meet Man; over his lucid Armes [ 240 ]

Into a lower World, to this obscure

As in a glistering Zodiac hung the Sword,

Livelier then Melibœan, or the graine

O unexpected stroke, worse then of Death!

And wilde, how shall we breath in other Aire

Defeated of his seisure many dayes

Then due by sentence whe九-九-藏-書n thou didst transgress,

And send thee from the Garden forth to till

In Manhood where Youth ended; by his side

The ground whence thou wast takn, fitter Soile.

At Eevn, which I bred up with tender hand

Sufficient that thy Prayers are heard, and Death,

Not in his shape Celestial, but as Man

Quiet though sad, the respit of that day

Must I thus leave thee Paradise? thus leave