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Paradise Lost

If Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook that flowed Fast by the oracle of God, I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous. | Paradise Lost By John Miiton Book I Of Man s first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World and all our woe With loss of Eden till one greater Man Restore us and regain the blissful seat Sing Heavenly Muse that on the secret top Of Oreb or of Sinai didst inspire That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of Chaos or if Sion hill Delight thee more and Siloa s brook that flowed Fast by the oracle of God I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song That with no middle flight intends to soar Above th Aonian mount while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou O Spirit that dost prefer Before all temples th upright heart and pure Instruct me for thou know st thou from the first Wast present and with mighty wings outspread Dove-like sat st brooding on the vast Abyss And mad st it pregnant what in me is dark Illumine what is low raise and support That to the height of this great argument 2 Paradise Lost I may assert Eternal Providence And justify the ways of God to men. Say first for Heaven hides nothing from thy view Nor the deep tract of Hell say first what cause Moved our grand parents in that happy state Favoured of Heaven so highly to fall off From their Creator and transgress his will For one restraint lords of the World besides. Who first seduced them to that foul revolt Th infernal Serpent he it was whose guile Stirred up with envy and revenge deceived The mother of mankind what time his pride Had cast him out from Heaven with all his host Of rebel Angels by whose aid aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers He trusted to have equalled the Most High If he opposed and with ambitious aim Against the throne and monarchy of God Raised impious war in Heaven and battle proud With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from th ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition