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! “ In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades, 303 High over-arched, imbower; or scattered sedge Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion armed Hath vexed the Red-Sea coast, whose waves o'erthrew While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld Of Hell resounded! Princes, Potentates, Eternal Spirits; or have ye chosen this place After the toil of battle to repose 311 Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find 320 To slumber here, as in the vales of Heaven? 328 |