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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold,<br>In slender Book his vast Design unfold,<br>Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree,<br>Rebelling Angels, the Forbidden Tree,<br>Heav'n, Hell, Earth, Chaos, All; the Argument<br>Held me a while misdoubting his Intent,<br>That he would ruine (for I saw him strong)<br>The sacred Truths to Fable and old Song,<br>(So Sampson groap'd the Temples Posts in spight)<br>The World o'rewhelming to revenge his Sight.<br>Yet as I read, soon growing less severe,<br>I lik'd his Project, the success did fear;<br>Through that wide Field how he his way should find<br>O're which lame Faith leads Understanding blind;<br>Lest he perplext the things he would explain,<br>And what was easie he should render vain.<br>Or if a Work so infinite he spann'd,<br>Jealous I was that some less skilful hand<br>(Such as disquiet alwayes what is well,<br>And by ill imitating would excell)<br>Might hence presume the whole Creations day<br>To change in Scenes, and show it in a Play.<br>Pardon me, Mighty Poet, nor despise<br>My causeless, yet not impious, surmise.<br>But I am now convinc'd, and none will dare<br>Within thy Labours to pretend a Share.<br>Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit,<br>And all that was improper dost omit:<br>So that no room is here for Writers left,<br>But to detect their Ignorance or Theft.<br>That Majesty which through thy Work doth Reign<br>Draws the Devout, deterring the Profane.<br>And things divine thou treats of in such state<br>As them preserves, and Thee in violate.<br>At once delight and horrour on us seize,<br>Thou singst with so much gravity and ease;<br>And above humane flight dost soar aloft,<br>With Plume so strong, so equal, and so soft.<br>The Bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing<br>So never Flags, but alwaies keeps on Wing.<br>Where couldst thou Words of such a compass find?<br>Whence furnish such a vast expense of Mind?<br>Just Heav'n Thee, like Tiresias, to requite,<br>Rewards with Prophesie thy loss of Sight.<br>Well might thou scorn thy Readers to allure<br>With tinkling Rhime, of thy own Sense secure;<br>While the Town-Bays writes all the while and spells,<br>And like a Pack-Horse tires without his Bells.<br>Their Fancies like our bushy Points appear,<br>The Poets tag them; we for fashion wear.<br>I too transported by the Mode offend,<br>And while I meant to Praise thee, must Commend.<br>Thy verse created like thy Theme sublime,<br>In Number, Weight, and Measure, needs not Rhime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a><div class=q>
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In slender Book his vast Design unfold,
Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree,
Rebelling Angels, the Forbidden Tree,
Heav'n, Hell, Earth, Chaos, All; the Argument
Held me a while misdoubting his Intent,
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