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    Paradise Regained
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    Paradise Regained

    By John Milton

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    Paradise Regained John Milton - Paradise Regained is a poem by English poet John Milton, first published in 1671.The volume in which it appeared also contained the poet's closetDramaSamson Agonistes. Paradise Regained is connected by name to his earlier and more famous epic poem Paradise Lost, with which it shares similar theological themes; indeed, its title, its use of blank verse, and its progression through ChristianHistoryrecall the earlier work. However, this effort deals primarily with the temptation of Christ as recounted in the Gospel of Luke.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPhoemixx Classics Ebooks
    Release dateNov 14, 2021
    ISBN9783985512492
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    John Milton

    John Milton was an English poet and intellectual, who was employed as a civil servant for the Commonwealth of England under its Council of State, and later under Oliver Cromwell. Milton wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost, written In blank verse.

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      The First Book

      I, WHO erewhile the happy Garden sung

        By one man's disobedience lost, now sing

        Recovered Paradise to all mankind,

        By one man's firm obedience fully tried

        Through all temptation, and the Tempter foiled

        In all his wiles, defeated and repulsed,

        And Eden raised in the waste Wilderness.

          Thou Spirit, who led'st this glorious Eremite

        Into the desert, his victorious field

        Against the spiritual foe, and brought'st him thence

        By proof the undoubted Son of God, inspire,

        As thou art wont, my prompted song, else mute,

        And bear through highth or depth of Nature's bounds,

        With prosperous wing full summed, to tell of deeds

        Above heroic, though in secret done,

        And unrecorded left through many an age:

        Worthy to have not remained so long unsung.

          Now had the great Proclaimer, with a voice

        More awful than the sound of trumpet, cried

        Repentance, and Heaven's kingdom nigh at hand

        To all baptized. To his great baptism flocked

        With awe the regions round, and with them came

        From Nazareth the son of Joseph deemed

        To the flood Jordan—came as then obscure,

        Unmarked, unknown. But him the Baptist soon

        Descried, divinely warned, and witness bore

        As to his worthier, and would have resigned

        To him his heavenly office. Nor was long

        His witness unconfirmed: on him baptized

        Heaven opened, and in likeness of a Dove

        The Spirit descended, while the Father's voice

        From Heaven pronounced him his beloved Son.

        That heard the Adversary, who, roving still

        About the world, at that assembly famed

        Would not be last, and, with the voice divine

        Nigh thunder-struck, the exalted man to whom

        Such high attest was given a while surveyed

        With wonder; then, with envy fraught and rage,

        Flies to his place, nor rests, but in mid air

        To council summons all his mighty Peers,

        Within thick clouds and dark tenfold involved,

        A gloomy consistory; and them amidst,

        With looks aghast and sad, he thus bespake:—

          "O ancient Powers of Air and this wide World

        (For much more willingly I mention Air,

        This our old conquest, than remember Hell,

        Our hated habitation), well ye know

        How many ages, as the years of men,

        This Universe we have possessed, and ruled

        In manner at our will the affairs of Earth,

        Since Adam and his facile consort Eve

        Lost Paradise, deceived by me, though since

        With dread attending when that fatal wound

        Shall be inflicted by the seed of Eve

        Upon my head. Long the decrees of Heaven

        Delay, for longest time to Him is short;

        And now, too soon for us, the circling hours

        This dreaded time have compassed, wherein we

        Must bide the stroke of that long-threatened wound

        (At least, if so we can, and by the head

        Broken be not intended all our power

        To be infringed, our freedom and our being

        In this fair empire won of Earth and Air)—

        For this ill news I bring: The Woman's Seed,

        Destined to this, is late of woman born.

        His birth to our just fear gave no small cause;

        But his growth now to youth's full flower, displaying

        All virtue, grace and wisdom to achieve

        Things highest, greatest, multiplies my fear.

        Before him a great Prophet, to proclaim

        His coming, is sent harbinger, who all

        Invites, and in the consecrated stream

        Pretends to wash off sin, and fit them so

        Purified to receive him pure, or rather

        To do him honour as their King. All come,

        And he himself among them was baptized—

        Not thence to be more pure, but to receive

        The testimony of Heaven, that who he is

        Thenceforth the nations may not doubt. I saw

        The Prophet do him reverence; on him, rising

        Out of the water, Heaven above the clouds

        Unfold her crystal doors; thence on his head

        A perfet Dove descend (whate'er it meant);

        And out of Heaven the sovraign voice I heard,

        'This is my Son beloved,—in him am pleased.'

        His mother, than, is mortal, but his Sire

        He who obtains the monarchy of Heaven;

        And what will He not do to advance his Son?

        His first-begot we know, and sore have felt,

        When his fierce thunder drove us to the Deep;

        Who this is we must learn, for Man he seems

        In all his lineaments, though in his face

        The glimpses of his Father's glory shine.

        Ye see our danger on the utmost edge

        Of hazard, which admits no long debate,

        But must with something sudden be opposed

        (Not force, but well-couched fraud, well-woven snares),

        Ere in the head of nations he appear,

        Their king, their leader, and supreme on Earth.

        I, when

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