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It from the body call’d all sleeping poisons out,
And to them added new;
A noisome spring of fores as thick as leaves did Sprout.

Heav'n itself is angry next;

190 Wo to man when Heav'n is vex'd; With fullen brow it frown'd, And murmur'd first in an imperfect found; Till Moses, lifting up his hand, Waves the expected signal of his wand,

195 And all the full-charg'd clouds in ranged squadrons And fill the spacious plains above ;

(move, Thro' which the rolling thunder first does play, And opens wide the tempeft's noisy way: And straight a stony fhower Of monstrous hail does downwards pour, Such as ne'er Winter yet brought forth, From all her stormy magazines of the North : It all the beasts and men abroad did slay, O'er the defaced corpse, like monuments, lay; 205 The houses and strong-body'd trees it broke, Nor ask'd aid from the thunder's stroke: The thunder but for terrour thro' it flew, The hail alone the work could do. The dismal lightnings all around, Some flying thro’the air, some running on the ground, Some swimming o'er the waters' face, Fill'd with bright horrour every place;

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One would have thought their dreadful day to have

The very hail and rain itself had kindled been. 215

The infant corn, which yet did scarce appear,
Escap'd this general massacre
Of every thing that grew,
And the well-stor'd Egyptian year
Began to clothe her fields and trees anew; 220
When lo! a scorching wind from the burnt countries
And endless legions with it drew

Of greedy locusts, who, where'er
With founding wings they few, kis
Left all the earch de populate and bare,

As it Winter itself had march'd by there,
Whate'er the Sun and Nile
Gave with large bounty to the thankful soil,
The wretched pillagers bore away,
And the whole Summer was their prey; 230
Till Moses, with a prayer,
Breath'd forth a violent western wind,
Which all these liviog clouds did headlong bear
(No ftragglers left behind)
Into the purple sea, and there bestow
On the luxurious fish a feast they ne'er did know.
With untaught joy Pharaoh the news does hear,
Aud little thinks their fate attends on him and his so




What blindness or what darkness did there e'er
Like this updocile king's appear?

Whate'er but that which now does represent
And paint the crime out in the punishment ?
From the deep baleful caves of hell below,
Where the old mother Night does grow,
Substantial Night, that does disclaim

245 Privation's empty name, Thro' secret conduits monstrous shapes arose, Such as the sun's whole force could not oppose; They with a solid cloud All heav'n's eclipfed face did shroud;

250 Seem'd with large wingsspreado'er the sea and earth, To brood up a new Chaos his deformed birth; And every lamp, and every fire, Did, at the dreadful fight, wink and expire, To ch'empyrean source all Atreams of light feem'd to retire.

255 The living men were in their standing houses buried; But the long night no flumber knows, But the short death finds no repose. Ten thousand terrours thro' the darkness fled, And ghosts complain'd, and spirits murmured, 26 And fancies multiplying fight View'd all the scenes invisible of night.

XIV. Of God's dreadful

these Were but the first light skirmishes;



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The shock and bloody battle now begins,
The plenteous harvest of full-ripen'd fins.
It was the time when the still moon
Was mounted softly to her noon,
And dewy sleep, which from Night's secret springs
Gently as Nile the land o'erflows;

When, lo! from the high countries of refined day, 271
The golden heaven without allay,
Whose drofs, in the creation purg'd away,
Made up the sun's adulterate say,
Michael, the warlike prince, does downwardsfly 275
Swift as the journies of the fight,
Swift as the race of Light,
And with his winged will cuts thro’the yielding sky;
He pass'd thro' many a llar, and as he pass’d
Shone (like a flar in them) more brightly there 280
Than they did in their sphere:
On a tall pyramid's pointed head he stopp'd at laft,
And a mild look of facred pity cast
Down on the sinful land where he was sent
T'inflict the tardy punishment.

" Ah! yet,” said he, " yet, stubborn King ! repent,
“ Whilst thus unarm'd I stand,
“ Ere the keen sword of God fill my commanded
“Suffer but yet thyself and thine to live; [hand;
“Who would, alas! helieve

290 " That it for man, said he, “So hard to be forgiv'n fhould be, " And yet for God so casy to forgive!"

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XV. He spoke, and downwards flew, And o'er his shining form a well-cut cloud he threw, Made of the blackest fleece of night,

296 And close-wrought to keep in the pow'rful light; Yet wrought fo fine it hinder'd not his flight, But thro' the keyholes and the chinks of doors, And thro’ the narrowest walks of crooked pores, 300 He pass’d more swift and free Than in wide air the wanton swallows flee: He took a pointed peftilence in his hand, The spirits of thousand mortal poisons made The strongly-temper'd blade,

305 The sharpest sword that e'er was laid Upin the magazines of God to scourge a wicked land; Thro’Egypt's wicked land his niarch he took, And as he march'd the sacred first-born strook Of every womb; none did he fpare;

310 None, from the meanest beast to Cenchre's purple XVI.

[heir. The swift approach of endless night Breaks ope the wounded sleepers' rolling eyes; They awake the rest with dying cries, And darkness doubles the affright.

315 The mixed sounds of scatter'd deaths they hear, And lose their parted souls 't wixt grief and fear. Louder than all the shrieking women's voice Pierces this chaos of confused noise ;

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