The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 36: what you’re looking at

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Adam. Angel. A TRAGEDY.—ACT II. 19 Their once angelic attributes, he placed In pleasant places, Gardens of Paradise, Whether ethereal, or with matter mixed, Like this thy earthly Eden. But the rest, Satan, and those his diabolic fiends, Stung by intenser guilt, these worse chastised In air, and sea, and subterranean gloom, Rage, but repent not. Oh of these beware, For their sole aim is to seduce to ill Returning souls aspiring after heaven ; Nor fraud nor force are spared how to ensnare The unwary pilgrim, and his hope destroy. Methinks I understand thee, how the vast And gorgeous constellations we behold At midnight, and their filial families, Rose into being. Now, O seraph, say Whence our peculiar system, whence our sun, Our planets, earths, comets, and satellites, Sprung in their order, like-the hosts above. When the ethereal universe of stars Had full four times revolved, the fiery source, The vital flame and principle of things Gathered itself towards thy solar sphere, - . And stirred the floating atmosphere, and all Aerial fluid elements around To swiftest vortices. From hence the birth Of all your system sprung. Your glittering sun, Your planet earths, on fixed harmonic scale Revolving, and their satellites, and those Mysterious cometary bands which sweep The purple hollowness of heaven, and plunge Through fierce extremes of blistering heat and cold Alternately, and with tumultuous fears Perplex the peaceful denizens of heaven ; All these, with spiritual agencies, And elemental powers invincible, Are furnished, and no less with living souls In various forms invested, masked, disguised, And carcerated in matter, which to learn, And their strange destinies, thy restless thought Shall ever seek and ever hope to find. . O my immortal spouse, my best delight, My solace, I have sought thee far and near— Among our bowers of bliss; I cannot live But in thy presence; with thee I inhale The element of living love, but torn From thee I faint, my feeble pulse forgets Its joyous dance, I languish, and I die. Adam. Soul of my soul, life of my life, my Eve, COL @ DOO <S (c@