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类别:文学名著 作者:约翰·弥尔顿 本章:7

    Nor terious parts hen conceald,

    t guiltie s shame

    Of natures works, honor dishonorable,

    Sin-bred, roubld all mankind [ 315 ]

    itead, meer shews of seeming pure,

    And banis life,

    Simplicitie and spotless innocence.

    So passd t

    Of God or Angel, for t no ill: [ 320 ]

    So  pair

    t ever since in loves imbraces met,

    Adam t man of men since borne

    of ers Eve.

    Under a tuft of s on a green [ 325 ]

    Stood w, by a fresain side

    t ter no more toil

    Of t Gardning labour then sufficd

    to recommend coole Zephyr, and made ease

    More easie, ite [ 330 ]

    More grateful, to ts they fell,

    Nectarine Fruits w boughes

    Yielded t recline

    On t do h flours:

    the rinde [ 335 ]

    Still as ted scoop tream;

    Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles

    anted, nor youthful dalliance as beseems

    Fair couple, linkt in ial League,

    Alone as t them frisking playd [ 340 ]

    All Beasts of th, since wilde, and of all chase

    In ood or ilderness, Forrest or Den;

    Sporting the Lion rampd, and in his paw

    Dandld tygers, Ounces, Pards

    Gambold before t [ 345 ]

    to make t, and hd

    sly

    Insinuating, wine

    rain, and of al guile

    Gave proof unhe grass [ 350 ]

    Coucure gazing sat,

    Or Beding: for the Sun

    Declind h prone carreer

    to th ascending Scale

    Of arrs t usher Evening rose: [ 355 ]

    an still in gaze, as first ood,

    Scarce t length faild speech recoverd sad.

    O  doe mine eyes h grief behold,

    Into our room of bliss t

    Creatures of oth-born perhaps, [ 360 ]

    Not Spirits, yet to s bright

    Little inferior; ws pursue

    ith wonder, and could love, so lively shines

    In them Divine resemblance, and such grace

    t formd th pourd. [ 365 ]

    Ale pair, yee little think how nigh

    Your cs

    ill vaniso woe,

    More aste is now of joy;

    for so happie ill securd [ 370 ]

    Long to continue, and t your heavn

    Ill fenct for o keep out such a foe

    As noerd; yet no purposd foe

    to you hus forlorne

    ttied: League h you I seek, [ 375 ]

    And mutual amitie so streight, so close,

    t I  dh me

    please

    Like t such

    Accept your Makers work;  me, [ 380 ]

    hich I as freely give; hell shall unfold,

    to entertain you tes,

    And send forthere will be room,

    Not like ts, to receive

    Your numerous ofspring; if no better place, [ 385 ]

    ts me loato this revenge

    On you w for him who wrongd.


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