Paradise Lost Ⅺ 精彩片段：
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He lookd, and saw the Ark hull on the floud, [ 840 ]
Which now abated, for the Clouds were fled,
Drivn by a keen North- winde, that blowing drie
Wrinkld the face of Deluge, as decaid;
And the cleer Sun on his wide watrie Glass
Gazd hot, and of the fresh Wave largely drew, [ 845 ]
As after thirst, which made thir flowing shrink
From standing lake to tripping ebbe, that stole
With soft foot towards the deep, who now had stopt
His Sluces, as the Heavn his windows shut.
The Ark no more now flotes, but seems on ground [ 850 ]
Fast on the top of som high mountain fixt.
And now the tops of Hills as Rocks appeer;
With clamor thence the rapid Currents drive