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  ½Ç³«¿ø- ßíãÌ¿¡¼­              Paradise Lost(from Book 1)

  ½º¹° ¼¼ »ì ¶§¿¡                 At The Age Of Twenty-Three

  ´«ÀÌ ¸Ö°í¼­                     On His Blindness
                                              

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Paradise Lost. - from Book 1 in Twelve Books

                   - John Milton


OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit

Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast

Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,

With loss of Eden, till one greater Man

Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,

Sing Heav'nly Muse,that on the secret top

Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire

That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed,

In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth

 
Rose out of Chaos: Or if Sion Hill

Delight thee more, and Siloa's Brook that flow'd

Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence

Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,

That with no middle flight intends to soar

 
Above th' Aonian Mount, while it pursues

Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.

And chiefly Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer

Before all Temples th'upright heart and pure,

Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first

 
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread

Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss

And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark

Illumin, what is low raise and support;

That to the highth of this great Argument

 
I may assert Eternal Providence,

And justifie the wayes of God to men.



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               - ÁÔ ¹ÐÅÏ


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At the Age of Twenty-Three

                           - John Milton


How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,

Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth yeat!

My hasting days fly on with full career,

But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.

Perhaps the semblance might deceive the truth

That I to manhood am arrived so near;

And inward ripeness doth much less appear,

That some more timely-happy sprits indu'th.

Yet it be still in strictest measure even

To that same lot, however means or high,

Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven-

All is, if I have grace to use it so,

As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.



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                 - ÁÔ ¹ÐÅÏ


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On His Blindness

                     - John Milton


When I consider how my light spent

Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,

And that one talent which is death to hide

Lodged with me uselrss, though my soul more bent

To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest He returning chide,-

Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?

I fondly ask: - But patience, to prevent

That murmur, soon replies; God doth not need

Either man's work, or His own gifts: who best

Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best: His state

Is kingly; thousands at His bidding speed

And post o'er land and ocean without rest;-

They also serve who only stand and wait.


 
 

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