Paradise Lost Ⅺ 精彩片段：
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But say, what mean those colourd streaks in Heavn,
Distended as the Brow of God appeasd, [ 880 ]
Or serve they as a flourie verge to binde
The fluid skirts of that same watrie Cloud,
Least it again dissolve and showr the Earth?
To whom th Archangel. Dextrously thou aimst;
So willingly doth God remit his Ire, [ 885 ]
Though late repenting him of Man depravd,
Grievd at his heart, when looking down he saw
The whole Earth filld with violence, and all flesh
Corrupting each thir way; yet those remoovd,
Such grace shall one just Man find in his sight, [ 890 ]
That he relents, not to blot out mankind,
And makes a Covenant never to destroy