Milton - PR3550 .D77 1777 M1

424 PARADISE LOST. BooK. V. As through unquiet reit : he on his fide Leaning half rais'd, with looks of cordial love Hung over her enamor'd, and beheld Beauty, which whether waking or afleep, Shot forth peculiar graces then, with voice is Mild as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes, lier hand loft touching, whifper'd thus : Awake My faireft, my efpous'd, my lateft found, Heav'n's laff beft gift, my ever new delight I Awake : the morning fhines, and the frefh field 20 CAS us, we lofe the prime, to mark how tpring Cur tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colors, how the bee Sits on the bloom extrading liquid tweet. 25 Such whifpering waled her, but with ftartl'd eye On Adam, whom embracing, thus the fpake. 0 foie in whom my thoughts find all repofe, My glory, my perfe6tion ! glad I fee Thy face, and morn return'd ; for I this night, 30 Such night till this I never pafs'd, have dream'd, (If drearn'd) not, as I oft amwont, of thee, Works of day pafs'd, or morrow's next defign ; But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irkfome night. Methought 35 Clofe at mine ear one call'd me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine ; it Paid, Why flea-pit thou Eve ? now is the pleafant time, The cool, the lilt nt, lave where filence yields To the niyht-warbling bird, that now awake 21.° Tunes iwteteft his love-lobor'd long ; now reigns Full orbit, the moon, and with more pleafant light shadowy lets off the face of things ; in vain,