Heaven And Earth Essay Argumentative Essay Example For Students

Paradise And Earth Essay Argumentative Essay A monolog from the play by Lord Byron NOTE: This monolog is republished from Lord Byron: Six Plays. Master Byron. Los Angeles: Black Box Press, 2007. RAPHAEL: I returned to call ye to your fit sphere,In the incredible name and at the expression of God.Dear, dearest in themselves, and rare less dearThat which I came to do: till now we trodTogether the everlasting space; togetherLet us despite everything walk the stars. Valid, earth must die!Her race, returnd into her belly, must wither,And much which she acquires: yet goodness! whyCannot this world be made, or be destroyd,Without including ever some immense voidIn the undying positions? unfading stillIn their boundless forfeiture.Our sibling Satan fell; his consuming willRather than longer love challenged endure!But ye who despite everything are pure!Seraphs! less forceful than that mightiest one,Think how he was undone!And think if enticing man can compensateFor paradise wanted too late?Long have I warrd,Long must I warWith him who deemd it hardTo be made, and to recognize himWho middle the cherubimMade him as suns to a ward star,Leaving the lead celestial hosts at his correct han d dim.I adored himâ€beautiful he was: goodness, heaven!Save his who made, what excellence and what powerWas ever prefer to Satans! Would the hourIn which he fell would ever be forgiven!The wish is profane: in any case, goodness ye!Yet undestroyd, be warnd! EternityWith him, or with his God, is in your choice:He hath not enticed you; he can't temptThe holy messengers, from his further catches exempt:But man hath listend to his voice,And ye to womansâ€beautiful she is,The snakes voice more obvious than her kiss.The snake yet vanquishd dust; however she will drawA second host from paradise, to break sky law.Yet, yet, goodness fly!Ye can't die;But theyShall pass away,While ye will load up with screams the upper skyFor transitory clay,Whose memory in your immortalityShall long outlive the sun which gave them day.Think how your substance differeth from theirsIn everything except affliction! why partakeThe anguish to which they should be heirsâ€Born to be ploughd with years, and p lanted with cares,And reapd by Death, ruler of the human soil?Even had their days been left to drudge their pathThrough time to tidy, unshortend by Gods wrath,Still they are Evils prey, and Sorrows ruin.