Yielded them, sidelong as they sat recline Nectarine fruits, which the compliant boughs More grateful, to their supper fruits they fell, Of their sweet gardening labor than sufficed They sat them down and, after no more toil Stood whispering soft, by a fresh fountain-side, Satan’s first sight of Adam and Eve his wonder at their excellent form and happy state, but with resolution to work their fall Gustave Doré (1832–1883), The Savoury Pulp They Chew, and in the Rind Still as They Thirsted, Scoop the Brimming Stream (Book 4, 335-336) (1866), engraving for ‘Paradise Lost’, John Milton, Cassell, Petter and Galpin, further details not known. Of some irriguous valley spread her store,įlowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
Grazing the tender herb, where interposed, If true, here only - and of delicious taste.īetwixt them lawns, or level downs, and flocks Others whose fruit, burnished with golden rind, Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm, The garden described Gustave Doré (1832–1883), A Happy Rural Seat of Various Views (Book 4, 247) (1866), engraving for ‘Paradise Lost’, John Milton, Cassell, Petter and Galpin, further details not known.
sits in the shape of a cormorant on the Tree of Life, as highest in the garden, to look about him. Leaps o’er the fence with ease into the fold Watching where shepherds pen their flocks at eve, Whom hunger drives to seek new haunt for prey, Of hill or highest wall, and sheer within Which when the Arch-felon saw,ĭue entrance he disdained, and, in contempt,Īt one slight bound high overleaped all bound One gate there only was, and that looked east Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplexedĪll path of man or beast that passed that way: Satan had journeyed on, pensive and slow īut further way found none, so thick entwined, Now to the ascent of that steep savage hill To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.īut at length confirms himself in evil, journeys on to Paradise, whose outward prospect and situation is described, overleaps the bounds, Gustave Doré (1832–1883), Now to the Ascent of That Steep Savage Hill Satan Hath Journey’d on, Pensive and Slow (Book 4, 172-173) (1866), engraving for ‘Paradise Lost’, John Milton, Cassell, Petter and Galpin, further details not known. Still threatening to devour me opens wide, Nay, cursed be thou since against his thy willĬhose freely what it now so justly rues. Wikimedia Commons.īe then his love accursed, since, love or hate, Satan now in prospect of Eden, and nigh the place where he must now attempt the bold enterprise which he undertook alone against God and Man, falls into many doubts with himself, and many passions, fear, envy, and despair Gustave Doré (1832–1883), Me Miserable! Which Way Shall I Fly Infinite Wrath, and Infinite Despair? (Book 4, 73-74) (1866), engraving for ‘Paradise Lost’, John Milton, Cassell, Petter and Galpin, further details not known. In the third book: comes to the gate of Heaven, described ascending by stairs, and the waters above the firmament that flow about it: his passage thence to the orb of the sun he finds there Uriel the regent of that orb, but first changes himself into the shape of a meaner angel and pretending a zealous desire to behold the new creation, and Man whom God had placed here, inquires of him the place of his habitation, and is directed alights first on mount Niphates.
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