Paradise Lost Ⅱ 精彩片段：
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Satan was now at hand, and from his seat
The Monster moving onward came as fast [ 675 ]
With horrid strides, Hell trembled as he strode.
Th undaunted Fiend what this might be admird,
Admird, not feard; God and his Son except,
Created thing naught valud he nor shund
And with disdainful look thus first began. [ 680 ]
Whence and what art thou, execrable shape,
That darst, though grim and terrible, advance
Thy miscreated Front athwart my way
To yonder Gates? through them I mean to pass,
That be assured, without leave askt of thee: [ 685 ]
Retire, or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,
Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heavn.