Milton - PR3550 .D77 1777 M1

154 PARADISE LOST, BooK Thy ternp'ring. With like fafety guided dowr., 15 Return me to my native elemeor Lett from this flying aced unrein'd (as once Bellerophon, though from a lower clime) Diftnounted, on th' Aleian field I fall, Erroneous there to wander, and forlorn. 2,0 Half yet remains unfung, but narrower bound Within the vifible diurnal fphere: Standing on earth, not rap'd above the Pole, More fafe I fing with Mortal voice ; unchang'd To hoarfe or mute, though Can't) on evil days, 25 On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues ; In darknefs, and with dangers compaft round, And folitude! Yet not alone, while thou Vifit'a my flumbers nightly ; or when mom Purples the eaft : ftill govern thou my tong, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous diffonance Of Bacchus, and his revellers ; the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears 35 To rapture, 'till the favage clamor drown'd Both harp and voice; nor could tie Mule defend Her fon. So fail not thou, who thee implores : For thou art heav'uly, the an empty dream. Say, Goddcfs, what enfu'd when Raphael, The affable Arch-Angel, hid forewarn'd Adam, by dire ex:maple to beware Apoftafy, by what bzfel iu heav'n To thole apotiates, lea the like befall In Paradiie to Adam or his race, (Charg'd not to touch the interdided Tree) if they tranfgrek, and flight that foie command ; So eafily obey'd, amid the choice 40 45 Of

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