To sinaer hore, as a the vales of B. ven 2

6. in this abject posta & have ye sworn

To adore the Co queiour? who now bobel's

Cherob and Sorphiring in the foe!

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In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades,

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High over-arched, imbower; or scattered sedge

Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion armed

Hath vexed the Red-Sea coast, whose waves o'erthrew
Busiris and his Memphian chivalry,

While with perfidious hatred they pursued

The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
From the safe shore their floating carcasses
And broken chariot wheels: so thick bestrown,
Abject and lost lay these, covering the flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He called so loud, that all the hollow deep

Of Hell resounded! Princes, Potentates,
Warriours, the flower of Heaven! once yours, now lost,
If such astonishment as this can seise

Eternal Spirits; or have ye chosen this place

After the toil of battle to repose

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Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find

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To slumber here, as in the vales of Heaven?
Or in this abject posture have ye sworn
To adore the Conquerour? who now beholds
Cherub and Seraph rolling in the flood
With scattered arms and ensigns; till anon
His swift pursuers from Heaven-gates discern
The advantage, and, descending, tread us down
Thus drooping, or with linked thunderbolts

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