Paradise Lost/Book I

Nerxenwong Forlorn/Book I
Of Man's first overhearness and the blede

Of that forbidden tree whose wale-esmedge

Brought death into the World, and all our woe,

With loss of Eden, oth one greater Man

Ednew us, and edstrean the blissful seld,

Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the dighel-top

Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inbreird

That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed

In the beginning how the heavens and earth

Rose out of Dwolmen: or, if Sion hill

Alist thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed,

Yare-gangand by the God-espeech, I thence

Aclepe thy fultom to my daring song,

That with no middle flight mints high to stigh

Above th' Aonish barrow, while it hents

Things not yet undergun in spell or leeth.

And foremost thou, lo Gost, that dost foretee

Before all herries th' upright heart and clean,

Elere me, for thou know'st; thou from the first

Wast andward, and, with mighty fithren spread

Dove-like sat'st brooding on the Offgrind yen,

And mad'st it eken: what in me is dark

Inlighten, what is low aheave and bear;

That, to the upness of this redelse great,

God's eche Foreglueness may I now eseethe,

And rightwise yet the ways of God to men.

Say first—for Heaven hides nothing from thy sean,

Nor Hell's deep broadness—say first what orsake

Drove our great elders, in that blithe tostand,

So highly blessed of Heaven, down to afall

From their Eshippand, and forgey his will

For one ethwing, lords of the World besides.

Who first bedrew them to that frate uproar?

The hellcund Nadder; he it was whose braid,

Stirred up with nithe and bitter wrake, beswoke

The mother of mankind, what time his yelp

Had thrown him out from Heaven, with all his heap

Of Ores withfightand, founding, by whose filst,

To set himself in ore above his like,

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