The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 39: what you’re looking at

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22 Satan. ADAMUS EXUL. And ever as the enlarging flood Sweeps thro’ the plain or vallies deep, Glad herds of cattle gather food, And glittering flocks of snow-white sheep ; There fruits and flowers perpetual bloom, And golden harvest, oil and wine, Rich store, whereby fell famine’s doom Is banished from this earthly line. All and each, through years untold, Shall flourish forth, and, flourishing, Add gift to gift, till time grows old, i When the tired ages fold their wing, And fade into the eternity, From whence fresh glories ever burst, Never exhausted ; for the first, Midmost, and last, all equally Praise forth the ineffable Deity. Satan comes to blast the ball, Shall he conquer, shall he fall ? ACT IIT. I see my foe approaching, with proud steps Haughty and self-collected. Now the hour Is ripe for my revenge—he comes alone, His heaven-descended guardian hath retired From his frail impotent charge, and now he falls, Unaided, undefended. With the cords Of errors quite inextricable [ Will fetter his doomed soul—the snare is laid-— Beneath the mask of well dissembled love Hatred lies coiled and basking. Even now, With greedy and insatiable thirst of blood, My teeth I grind, impatient to devour. Ah, but I ’ll watch the occasion—like the wolf, With fiery glistening eyes and lips of foam, , Watches the feeble sheep. Afar he stands, : Silent in keen resolve, and hesstating, Suspends the uplifted step till now he sees His prey more favourably exposed to fate, Then speeds his stealthy course exultingly, Bristles his ragged locks, and half reveals The grisly horror of his gory tusks.— So let me deal with man—and so disguise The immedicable wound with honied words. looks. corn COL @