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Che Argument. Morning approach'd, Eve relates to Adam her troublesome dream;

he likes it not, yet comforts her ; they come forth to their day la. bors: their morning hymn at the door of their bower. God te render Man inexcusable sends Raphael to admonish him of his obedience, of his frce estate, of his enemy near at hand, who he is, and why his enemy, and whatever else may avaiAdam to know. Raphael comes down to Paradise, his appearance describ'd, his coming discern'd by Adam afar off fitting at the door of his bower; he goes out to meet him, brings him to his lodge, entertains him with the choicest fruits of Paradise got together by Evo; their discourse at table ; Raphael performs his message, minds Adam of his state and of his enemy; relates at Adam's request who that enemy is, and how he came to be so, beginning froin his first revolt in heaven, and the occasion thereof; how he drew his legions after him to the parts of the North, and there incited them to rebel with him, persuading all but only Abdiel a seraph, who in argument diffuades and opposes him, then forsakes him.


Morn her rosy steps in th'eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the Earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd, for his sleep Was aery light from pure digestion bred, And temp'rate vapors bland, which th' only found 5 Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill matin fong Of birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwaken'd Eve With tresses discompos'd, and glowing cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side


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Leaning half rais’d, with looks of cordial love
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld
Beauty, which whether waking or asleep,
Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice IS
Mild, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes,
Her hand soft touching, whisper'd thus. Awake
My fairelt, my espous’d, my latest found,
Heav'n's last best gift, my ever new delight,
Awake; the morning shines, and the fresh field 20
Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring
Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove,
What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy rced,
How Nature paints her colors, how the bee
Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.

Such whisp'ring wak'd her, but with startled eye,
On Adam, whom embracing, thus she spake.

O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose,
My glory, my perfection, glad I see
Thy face, and morn return'd; for I this night 30
(Such night till this I never pass’d) have dream'd,
If dream'd, not as I oft am wont, of thee,
Works of day pass’d, or morrow's next design,
But of offense and trouble, which my mind
Knew never till this irksome night: Methought 35
Clofe at mine ear one call'd me forth to walk
With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said,
Why sleep'lt thou Eve? now is the pleasant time,
The cool, the silent, save where silence yields

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To the night-warbling bird, that now awake

Tunes sweetest his love-labor'd fong; now reigns
Full orb’d the moon, and with more pleafing light
Shadowy fets off the face of things, in rain,
If none regard ; Heav'n wakes with all his eyes,
Whom to behold, but thee, Nature's defipe? 43
In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment
Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.
I rose as at thy call, but found thee not;
To find theç ! directed then my walk;
And on, methought, alone ! pass’d through ways 50
That brought me on a sudden to the tree
Of interdicted Knowledge : fair it seem'd,
Much fairer to my fancy than by day:
And as I wondring look?d, beside it food
One Ihap'd and wing'd like one of those from Hear'a
By us oft feen; his dewy locks distillid

Ambrosia; on that tree be also gaz'd;
And O fair plant, faid he, with fruit surcharg'd,
Deigns none to cafe thy load and taste thy sweet,
Nor God, nor Man? is knowledge fo despis'd? 60
Or enpy', or what referve forbids to taste?
Forbid who will, none thall from me with-hold
Longer thy offer'd good, why elfe fet here?
This said, he paus'd not, but with ventrous arm
He pluck:d, he tasted; me damp borror chill'd 65
At such bold words vouch'd with a deed fo bold:
But he thus overjoy'd, Q fruit divine,

Sweet of thy felf, but much more Sweet thus cropt,
Forbidden here, it seems, as only fit
For gods, yet able to make gods of men ; 70
And why not gods of men, since good, the more
Communicated more abundant grows,
The Author not impair'd, but honor'd more?
Here, happy creature, fair angelic Eve,
Partake thou also; happy though thon art, 75
Happier thou may ft be, worthier canft pot be :
Taste this, and be henceforth among the gods
Thyself a goddefs, not to earth confin'd,
But sometimes in the air, as we, sometimes
Ascend to Hear'n, by merit shine, and fee

What life the gods live there, and such live thou.
So saying, he drew nigh, and to me held,
Ev'n to my mouth of that fame fruit held part
Which he had pluck'd; the pleasant favory smelt
So quicken'd appetite, that I, methought, 85
Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the clouds
With him I flew, and underneath beheld
The earth qut ftretch'd immense, a prospect wide
And various : wond'ring at my fight and change
To this high exaltation ; fuddenly

My guide was gone, and I, methought, funk down,
And fell asleep; but O how glad I wak'd
To find this but a dream! Thus Eye her night
Related, and thus Adam anfwer'd fad.
Best image of myfelf and dearer half,



The trouble of thy thoughts this night in Neep
Affects me equally; nor can I like
This uncouth dream, of evil sprung I fear;
Yet evil whence? in thee can harbour none,
Created pure. But know that in the soul

Are many lesser faculties, that serve
Reason as chief; among these Fancy next
Her office holds; of all external things,
Which the five watchful fenses represent,
She forms imaginations, aery hapes,

IOS Which Reason joining or disjoining, frames All what we' affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion; then retires Into her private cell when Nature rests. Oft in her absence mimic Fancy wakes To imitate her ; but misjoining shapes, Wild works produces oft, and most in dreams, Il matching words and deeds long past or late. Some such resemblances methinks I find Of our last evening's talk, in this thy dream, IIS But with addition (trange; yet be not fad. Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, fo unapprov'd, and leave No spot or blame behind : which gives me hope That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream, 120 Waking thou never wilt consent to do. Be not dishearten'd then, nor cloud those looks, That wont to be more cheerful and serene,


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