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IN

PARADISUM

AMISSAM

SUMMI POETÆ

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YOHANNIS MILTON I.
U I legis Amissam Paradifum, grandia magni

Carmina Miltoni, quid nisi cuncta legis?
Res cunctas, & cunctarum primordia rerum,

Et fata, & fines continet iste liber. Intima panduntur magni penetralia mundi,

Scribitur & toto quicquid in orbe latet : Terræque, tractusque maris, cælumque profundum,

Sulphureumque Erebi, flammivomumque fpecus : Quæque colunt terras, pontumque, & Tartara cæcpy

Quæque colunt summi lucila regna poli :
Et quodcunque ullis conclusum est finibus usquam,

Et sine fine Chaos, & fine fine Deus :
Et fine fine magis, fi quid magis est fine fine,

In Chrifto erga homines conciliatus amor.
Hæc qui fperaret quis crederet efle futura ?

Et tamen hæc hodie terra Britanna legit.
O quantos in bella duces! quæ protulit arma!

Quæ canit, & quanta prælia dira tuba !
Cæleftes acies! atque in certamine cælum!

Et que cælestes pugna deceret agros ! Quantus in æthereis tollit se Lucifer armis !

Atque ipfo graditur vix Michaële minor! Quantis, & quam funestis concurritur iris, Dum'ferus hic ftellas protegit, ille rapit ! Vol. I,

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Dum vulsos montes ceu tela reciproca torquent,

Et non mortali desuper igne pluunt:
Stat dubius cui se parti concedat Olympus,

Et metuit pugnæ non superesse fuæ.
At fimul in cælis Messiæ insignia fulgent,

Et currus animes, armaque digna Deo,
Horrendumque rotæ strident, et fæva rotarum

Erumpunt torvis fulgura luminibus,
Et flammæ vibrant, & vera tonitrua rauco

Admistis flammis infonuere polo :
Excidit attonitis mens omnis, & impetus omnis,

Et cassis dextris irrita tela cadunt;
Ad pænas fugiunt, & ceu foret Orcus asylum,

Infernis certant condere se tenebris.
Cedite Romani Scriptoreś, cedite Graii,

Et quos fama recens vel celebravit anus. Hæc quicunque leget tantùm cecinisse putabit Mæonidem ranas, Virgilium culices.

SAMUEL BARROW, M. D,

ON PARADISE LOS T.

WHEN I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold,

In slender book his vast design unfold,
Messiah crown'd, God's reconcil'd decree,
Rebelling Angels, the forbidden tree,
Heaven, Hell, Earth, Chaos, all ; the argument
Held me a while misdoubting his intent,
That he would ruin (for I saw him strong)
The sacred truths to fáble and old song,
(So Sampson grop'd the temple's posts in spite)
The world o'erwhelming to revenge his fight,

Yet

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