Paradise Lost in The Dusty Bookshelf

Feb 29, 2012 هدى يحيى rated it really liked it

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No Idea why this part gets me every damn time!

O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw‏ ‏
The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud‏, ‏
Then when the Dragon, put to second rout‏, ‏
Came furious down to be revenged on men‏, ‏
Woe to the inhabitants on earth! that now‏, ‏
While time was, our first parents had been warned‏ ‏
The coming of their secret foe, and 'scaped‏, ‏
Haply so 'scaped his mortal snare: For now‏ ‏
Satan, now first inflamed with rage, came down‏, ‏
The tempter ere the accuser of manki No Idea why this part gets me every damn time!

O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw‏ ‏
The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud‏, ‏
Then when the Dragon, put to second rout‏, ‏
Came furious down to be revenged on men‏, ‏
Woe to the inhabitants on earth! that now‏, ‏
While time was, our first parents had been warned‏ ‏
The coming of their secret foe, and 'scaped‏, ‏
Haply so 'scaped his mortal snare: For now‏ ‏
Satan, now first inflamed with rage, came down‏, ‏
The tempter ere the accuser of mankind‏, ‏
To wreak on innocent frail Man his loss‏ ‏
Of that first battle, and his flight to Hell‏: ‏
Yet, not rejoicing in his speed, though bold‏ ‏
Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast‏, ‏
Begins his dire attempt; which nigh the birth‏ ‏
Now rolling boils in his tumultuous breast‏, ‏
And like a devilish engine back recoils‏ ‏
Upon himself; horrour and doubt distract‏ ‏
His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir‏ ‏
The Hell within him; for within him Hell‏ ‏
He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell‏ ‏
One step, no more than from himself, can fly‏ ‏
By change of place: Now conscience wakes despair‏, ‏
That slumbered; wakes the bitter memory‏ ‏
Of what he was, what is, and what must be‏ ‏
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue‏. ‏
Sometimes towards Eden, which now in his view‎‏ ‏
Lay pleasant, his grieved look he fixes sad‏; ‏
Sometimes towards Heaven, and the full-blazing sun‏, ‏
Which now sat high in his meridian tower‏: ‏
Then, much revolving, thus in sighs began‏. ‏
O thou, that, with surpassing glory crowned‏, ‏
Lookest from thy sole dominion like the God‏ ‏
Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars‏ ‏
Hide their diminished heads; to thee I call‏, ‏
But with no friendly voice, and add thy name‏, ‏
Of Sun! to tell thee how I hate thy beams‏, ‏
That bring to my remembrance from what state‏ ‏
I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere‏; ‏
Till pride and worse ambition threw me down‏ ‏
Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King‏: ‏
Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return‏ ‏
From me, whom he created what I was‏ ‏
In that bright eminence, and with his good‏ ‏
Upbraided none; nor was his service hard‏.‏

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