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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes a chain of events taking place in Heaven, where a rebellion led by a group of angels occurs. The rebels, led by Satan, are fighting against the loyal angels, led by Michael. The rebellion is a result of the angels' desire to overthrow God's authority. The Almighty Father, who is secure in his sanctuary in Heaven, has foreseen this tumult and has allowed it to happen as part of his plan to honor his anointed Son. The Son, who is the second Omnipotence and equal in creation to the rebel angels, has been given the task of ending the war and driving the rebels out of Heaven. The Son accepts this task and prepares for battle, with the Almighty Father bestowing his power and weapons upon him. The Son then ascends his chariot and sets out to defeat the rebels and drive them into the utter deep.\n\nIt's important to note that this passage is a part of the epic poem \"Paradise Lost\" by John Milton, which is a religious and mythological text, and it's not a historical or factual account.</s> \n[/INST]\n\ntheir load,  Rocks, waters, woods, and by the shaggy tops  Up-lifting bore them in their hands: Amaze,  Be sure, and terrour, seized the rebel host,  When coming towards them so dread they saw  The bottom of the mountains upward turned;  Till on those cursed engines’ triple-row  They saw them whelmed, and all their confidence  Under the weight of mountains buried deep;  Themselves invaded next, and on their heads  Main promontories flung, which in the air  Came shadowing, and oppressed whole legions armed;  Their armour helped their harm, crushed in and bruised  Into their substance pent, which wrought them pain  Implacable, and many a dolorous groan;  Long struggling underneath, ere they could wind  Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light,  Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown.  The rest, in imitation, to like arms  Betook them, and the neighbouring hills uptore:  So hills amid the air encountered hills,  Hurled to and fro with jaculation dire;  That under ground they fought in dismal shade;  Infernal noise! war seemed a civil game  To this uproar; horrid confusion heaped  Upon confusion rose: And now all Heaven  Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspread;  Had not the Almighty Father, where he sits  Shrined in his sanctuary of Heaven secure,  Consulting on the sum of things, foreseen  This tumult, and permitted all, advised:  That his great purpose he might so fulfil,  To honour his anointed Son avenged  Upon his enemies, and to declare  All power on him transferred: Whence to his Son,  The Assessour of his throne, he thus began.  Effulgence of my glory, Son beloved,  Son, in whose face invisible is beheld  Visibly, what by Deity I am;  And in whose hand what by decree I do,  Second Omnipotence! two days are past,  Two days, as we compute the days of Heaven,  Since Michael and his Powers went forth to tame  These disobedient: Sore hath been their fight,  As likeliest was, when two such foes met armed;  For to themselves I left them; and thou knowest,  Equal in their creation they were formed,  Save what sin hath impaired; which yet hath wrought  Insensibly, for I suspend their doom;  Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last  Endless, and no solution will be found:  War wearied hath performed what war can do,  And to disordered rage let loose the reins  With mountains, as with weapons, armed; which makes  Wild work in Heaven, and dangerous to the main.  Two days are therefore past, the third is thine;  For thee I have ordained it; and thus far  Have suffered, that the glory may be thine  Of ending this great war, since none but Thou  Can end it. Into thee such virtue and grace  Immense I have transfused, that all may know  In Heaven and Hell thy power above compare;  And, this perverse commotion governed thus,  To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir  Of all things; to be Heir, and to be King  By sacred unction, thy deserved right.  Go then, Thou Mightiest, in thy Father’s might;  Ascend my chariot, guide the rapid wheels  That shake Heaven’s basis, bring forth all my war,  My bow and thunder, my almighty arms  Gird on, and sword upon thy puissant thigh;  Pursue these sons of darkness, drive them out  From all Heaven’s bounds into the utter deep:  There let them learn, as likes them, to despise  God, and Messiah his anointed King.  He said, and on his Son with rays direct  Shone full; he all his Father full expressed  Ineffably into his face received;  And thus the Filial Godhead answering spake.  O Father, O Supreme of heavenly Thrones,  First, Highest, Holiest, Best; thou always seek’st  To glorify thy Son, I always thee,  As is most just: This I my glory account,  My exaltation, and my whole delight,  That thou, in me well pleased, declarest thy will  Fulfilled, which to fulfil is all my bliss.  Scepter and power, thy giving, I assume,  And gladlier shall resign, when in the end  Thou shalt be all in all, and I in thee  For ever; and in me all whom thou lovest:  But whom thou hatest, I hate, and can put"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Michael is explaining to Adam the chain of events that will lead to the downfall of Satan and the redemption of mankind.\n\n1. God declares that the Seed of the woman will bruise the Serpent's head, bringing about mankind's deliverance.\n2. The voice of God is too dreadful for mortal ears, so Moses is chosen to report God's will to the people and mediate between them and God.\n3. Moses is instructed to establish laws and rites to delight God and encourage obedience.\n4. A sanctuary is built, complete with an ark containing God's testimony and a mercy-seat of gold.\n5. Seven lamps are lit to represent the heavenly fires, and a cloud rests over the tent during the day and a fiery gleam at night.\n6. The Israelites, led by God's angel, journey to the land promised to Abraham and his descendants.\n7. Many battles are fought, kings are destroyed, and kingdoms are won.\n8. The sun stands still in mid-heaven for an entire day at the command of man's \n[/INST]\n\nshadows, of that destined Seed to bruise  The Serpent, by what means he shall achieve  Mankind’s deliverance. But the voice of God  To mortal ear is dreadful: They beseech  That Moses might report to them his will,  And terrour cease; he grants what they besought,  Instructed that to God is no access  Without Mediator, whose high office now  Moses in figure bears; to introduce  One greater, of whose day he shall foretel,  And all the Prophets in their age the times  Of great Messiah shall sing. Thus, laws and rites  Established, such delight hath God in Men  Obedient to his will, that he vouchsafes  Among them to set up his tabernacle;  The Holy One with mortal Men to dwell:  By his prescript a sanctuary is framed  Of cedar, overlaid with gold; therein  An ark, and in the ark his testimony,  The records of his covenant; over these  A mercy-seat of gold, between the wings  Of two bright Cherubim; before him burn  Seven lamps as in a zodiack representing  The heavenly fires; over the tent a cloud  Shall rest by day, a fiery gleam by night;  Save when they journey, and at length they come,  Conducted by his Angel, to the land  Promised to Abraham and his seed:—The rest  Were long to tell; how many battles fought  How many kings destroyed; and kingdoms won;  Or how the sun shall in mid Heaven stand still  A day entire, and night’s due course adjourn,  Man’s voice commanding, “Sun, in Gibeon stand,  And thou moon in the vale of Aialon,  Till Israel overcome!” so call the third  From Abraham, son of Isaac; and from him  His whole descent, who thus shall Canaan win.  Here Adam interposed. O sent from Heaven,  Enlightener of my darkness, gracious things  Thou hast revealed; those chiefly, which concern  Just Abraham and his seed: now first I find  Mine eyes true-opening, and my heart much eased;  Erewhile perplexed with thoughts, what would become  Of me and all mankind: But now I see  His day, in whom all nations shall be blest;  Favour unmerited by me, who sought  Forbidden knowledge by forbidden means.  This yet I apprehend not, why to those  Among whom God will deign to dwell on earth  So many and so various laws are given;  So many laws argue so many sins  Among them; how can God with such reside?  To whom thus Michael. Doubt not but that sin  Will reign among them, as of thee begot;  And therefore was law given them, to evince  Their natural pravity, by stirring up  Sin against law to fight: that when they see  Law can discover sin, but not remove,  Save by those shadowy expiations weak,  The blood of bulls and goats, they may conclude  Some blood more precious must be paid for Man;  Just for unjust; that, in such righteousness  To them by faith imputed, they may find  Justification towards God, and peace  Of conscience; which the law by ceremonies  Cannot appease; nor Man the mortal part  Perform; and, not performing, cannot live.  So law appears imperfect; and but given  With purpose to resign them, in full time,  Up to a better covenant; disciplined  From shadowy types to truth; from flesh to spirit;  From imposition of strict laws to free  Acceptance of large grace; from servile fear  To filial; works of law to works of faith.  And therefore shall not Moses, though of God  Highly beloved, being but the minister  Of law, his people into Canaan lead;  But Joshua, whom the Gentiles Jesus call,  His name and office bearing, who shall quell  The adversary-Serpent, and bring back  Through the world’s wilderness long-wandered Man  Safe to eternal Paradise of rest.  Mean while they, in their earthly Canaan placed,  Long time shall dwell and prosper, but when sins  National interrupt their publick peace,  Provoking God to raise them enemies;  From whom as oft he saves them penitent  By Judges first, then under Kings; of whom  The second, both for piety renowned  And puissant deeds, a promise shall receive  Irrevocable, that his regal throne  For ever shall endure; the like shall sing  All Prophecy, that of the royal stock  Of David"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The chain of events in the text describes Satan's journey from Hell to Earth. First, he gazes at the bright sea underneath the stairs of Heaven, made of jasper or liquid pearl. Then, he looks at the wide passage leading to Earth, wider than the future passage over mount Sion and the Promised Land. Satan then looks down at the sudden view of the world with wonder and envy. He surveys the world from the eastern point of Libra to the fleecy star that bears Andromeda. After that, he flies through the pure marble air and winds his oblique way amongst innumerable stars, which seemed like other worlds or happy isles. The Fiend then lands in a spot in the sun's orb, which is beyond expression bright compared to anything on Earth. The place is radiant with light, and parts of it seemed like gold, silver, carbuncle, chrysolite, ruby, or topaz. The text suggests that the fields and regions in this place breathe forth Elixir pure and rivers run with potable gold.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nsometimes  Viewless; and underneath a bright sea flowed  Of jasper, or of liquid pearl, whereon  Who after came from earth, failing arrived  Wafted by Angels, or flew o’er the lake  Rapt in a chariot drawn by fiery steeds.  The stairs were then let down, whether to dare  The Fiend by easy ascent, or aggravate  His sad exclusion from the doors of bliss:  Direct against which opened from beneath,  Just o’er the blissful seat of Paradise,  A passage down to the Earth, a passage wide,  Wider by far than that of after-times  Over mount Sion, and, though that were large,  Over the Promised Land to God so dear;  By which, to visit oft those happy tribes,  On high behests his angels to and fro  Passed frequent, and his eye with choice regard  From Paneas, the fount of Jordan’s flood,  To Beersaba, where the Holy Land  Borders on Egypt and the Arabian shore;  So wide the opening seemed, where bounds were set  To darkness, such as bound the ocean wave.  Satan from hence, now on the lower stair,  That scaled by steps of gold to Heaven-gate,  Looks down with wonder at the sudden view  Of all this world at once. As when a scout,  Through dark and desert ways with peril gone  All night; at last by break of cheerful dawn  Obtains the brow of some high-climbing hill,  Which to his eye discovers unaware  The goodly prospect of some foreign land  First seen, or some renowned metropolis  With glistering spires and pinnacles adorned,  Which now the rising sun gilds with his beams:  Such wonder seised, though after Heaven seen,  The Spirit malign, but much more envy seised,  At sight of all this world beheld so fair.  Round he surveys (and well might, where he stood  So high above the circling canopy  Of night’s extended shade,) from eastern point  Of Libra to the fleecy star that bears  Andromeda far off Atlantick seas  Beyond the horizon; then from pole to pole  He views in breadth, and without longer pause  Down right into the world’s first region throws  His flight precipitant, and winds with ease  Through the pure marble air his oblique way  Amongst innumerable stars, that shone  Stars distant, but nigh hand seemed other worlds;  Or other worlds they seemed, or happy isles,  Like those Hesperian gardens famed of old,  Fortunate fields, and groves, and flowery vales,  Thrice happy isles; but who dwelt happy there  He staid not to inquire: Above them all  The golden sun, in splendour likest Heaven,  Allured his eye; thither his course he bends  Through the calm firmament, (but up or down,  By center, or eccentrick, hard to tell,  Or longitude,) where the great luminary  Aloof the vulgar constellations thick,  That from his lordly eye keep distance due,  Dispenses light from far; they, as they move  Their starry dance in numbers that compute  Days, months, and years, towards his all-cheering lamp  Turn swift their various motions, or are turned  By his magnetick beam, that gently warms  The universe, and to each inward part  With gentle penetration, though unseen,  Shoots invisible virtue even to the deep;  So wonderously was set his station bright.  There lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps  Astronomer in the sun’s lucent orb  Through his glazed optick tube yet never saw.  The place he found beyond expression bright,  Compared with aught on earth, metal or stone;  Not all parts like, but all alike informed  With radiant light, as glowing iron with fire;  If metal, part seemed gold, part silver clear;  If stone, carbuncle most or chrysolite,  Ruby or topaz, to the twelve that shone  In Aaron’s breast-plate, and a stone besides  Imagined rather oft than elsewhere seen,  That stone, or like to that which here below  Philosophers in vain so long have sought,  In vain, though by their powerful art they bind  Volatile Hermes, and call up unbound  In various shapes old Proteus from the sea,  Drained through a limbeck to his native form.  What wonder then if fields and regions here  Breathe forth Elixir pure, and rivers run  Potable gold, when"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the story, the setting is in a western point where guards are stationed in a half-rounded formation. Gabriel, the chief of the guards, is with his team. They are waiting for their next command. Suddenly, Gabriel notices the sound of hurried footsteps approaching their direction. He then sees Ithuriel and Zephon coming with a third figure, who appears to be a prince of Hell. This prince is Satan, who has just broken the bounds of his transgressions and disturbed the charge of others. Gabriel and his team are surprised by Satan's unexpected arrival and confront him about his actions. Satan defends himself, saying that he only wants to change his torment with ease and soonest recompense dolor with delight. Gabriel then rebukes Satan for his scorn and warns him of the wrath that he will incur for flying from pain. Satan, in turn, answers back sternly, saying that he is the first in flight from pain and that he alone undertook to wing the desolate abyss and spy this new created world.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nOr all at once; more glory will be won,  Or less be lost. Thy fear, said Zephon bold,  Will save us trial what the least can do  Single against thee wicked, and thence weak.  The Fiend replied not, overcome with rage;  But, like a proud steed reined, went haughty on,  Champing his iron curb: To strive or fly  He held it vain; awe from above had quelled  His heart, not else dismayed. Now drew they nigh  The western point, where those half-rounding guards  Just met, and closing stood in squadron joined,  A waiting next command. To whom their Chief,  Gabriel, from the front thus called aloud.  O friends! I hear the tread of nimble feet  Hasting this way, and now by glimpse discern  Ithuriel and Zephon through the shade;  And with them comes a third of regal port,  But faded splendour wan; who by his gait  And fierce demeanour seems the Prince of Hell,  Not likely to part hence without contest;  Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours.  He scarce had ended, when those two approached,  And brief related whom they brought, where found,  How busied, in what form and posture couched.  To whom with stern regard thus Gabriel spake.  Why hast thou, Satan, broke the bounds prescribed  To thy transgressions, and disturbed the charge  Of others, who approve not to transgress  By thy example, but have power and right  To question thy bold entrance on this place;  Employed, it seems, to violate sleep, and those  Whose dwelling God hath planted here in bliss!  To whom thus Satan with contemptuous brow.  Gabriel? thou hadst in Heaven the esteem of wise,  And such I held thee; but this question asked  Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain!  Who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell,  Though thither doomed! Thou wouldst thyself, no doubt  And boldly venture to whatever place  Farthest from pain, where thou mightst hope to change  Torment with ease, and soonest recompense  Dole with delight, which in this place I sought;  To thee no reason, who knowest only good,  But evil hast not tried: and wilt object  His will who bounds us! Let him surer bar  His iron gates, if he intends our stay  In that dark durance: Thus much what was asked.  The rest is true, they found me where they say;  But that implies not violence or harm.  Thus he in scorn. The warlike Angel moved,  Disdainfully half smiling, thus replied.  O loss of one in Heaven to judge of wise  Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew,  And now returns him from his prison ’scaped,  Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise  Or not, who ask what boldness brought him hither  Unlicensed from his bounds in Hell prescribed;  So wise he judges it to fly from pain  However, and to ’scape his punishment!  So judge thou still, presumptuous! till the wrath,  Which thou incurrest by flying, meet thy flight  Sevenfold, and scourge that wisdom back to Hell,  Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain  Can equal anger infinite provoked.  But wherefore thou alone? wherefore with thee  Came not all hell broke loose? is pain to them  Less pain, less to be fled? or thou than they  Less hardy to endure? Courageous Chief!  The first in flight from pain! hadst thou alleged  To thy deserted host this cause of flight,  Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive.  To which the Fiend thus answered, frowning stern.  Not that I less endure, or shrink from pain,  Insulting Angel! well thou knowest I stood  Thy fiercest, when in battle to thy aid  The blasting vollied thunder made all speed,  And seconded thy else not dreaded spear.  But still thy words at random, as before,  Argue thy inexperience what behoves  From hard assays and ill successes past  A faithful leader, not to hazard all  Through ways of danger by himself untried:  I, therefore, I alone first undertook  To wing the desolate abyss, and spy  This new created world, whereof in Hell  Fame is not silent, here in hope to find  Better abode, and my afflicted Powers  To settle here on earth, or in mid air;  Though for possession put to try"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes a battle in Heaven between the angels loyal to God (led by Michael) and the rebellious angels led by Satan. The loyal angels have emerged victorious, and Satan has called his followers to a council to discuss their next steps.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. The rebellious angels, led by Satan, have been defeated in battle by the loyal angels led by Michael.\n2. The battlefield is described as \"scorched and blasted,\" with the ground covered in \"shivered armour\" and the bodies of chariots, charioteers, and horses.\n3. The loyal angels have emerged unscathed, thanks to their innocence and obedience, while the rebellious angels are described as \"over-wearied\" and \"faint\" from the battle.\n4. Night has fallen, and both sides have retired to rest and regroup.\n5. Satan, who was previously \"not liable to fear, or flight, or pain,\" has fled in ignominy and is now seeking the counsel of his followers.\n6. Satan's followers express their frustration at having to \n[/INST]\n\nscorched and blasted, overthrew.  I might relate of thousands, and their names  Eternize here on earth; but those elect  Angels, contented with their fame in Heaven,  Seek not the praise of men: The other sort,  In might though wonderous and in acts of war,  Nor of renown less eager, yet by doom  Cancelled from Heaven and sacred memory,  Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell.  For strength from truth divided, and from just,  Illaudable, nought merits but dispraise  And ignominy; yet to glory aspires  Vain-glorious, and through infamy seeks fame:  Therefore eternal silence be their doom.  And now, their mightiest quelled, the battle swerved,  With many an inroad gored; deformed rout  Entered, and foul disorder; all the ground  With shivered armour strown, and on a heap  Chariot and charioteer lay overturned,  And fiery-foaming steeds; what stood, recoiled  O’er-wearied, through the faint Satanick host  Defensive scarce, or with pale fear surprised,  Then first with fear surprised, and sense of pain,  Fled ignominious, to such evil brought  By sin of disobedience; till that hour  Not liable to fear, or flight, or pain.  Far otherwise the inviolable Saints,  In cubick phalanx firm, advanced entire,  Invulnerable, impenetrably armed;  Such high advantages their innocence  Gave them above their foes; not to have sinned,  Not to have disobeyed; in fight they stood  Unwearied, unobnoxious to be pained  By wound, though from their place by violence moved,  Now Night her course began, and, over Heaven  Inducing darkness, grateful truce imposed,  And silence on the odious din of war:  Under her cloudy covert both retired,  Victor and vanquished: On the foughten field  Michael and his Angels prevalent  Encamping, placed in guard their watches round,  Cherubick waving fires: On the other part,  Satan with his rebellious disappeared,  Far in the dark dislodged; and, void of rest,  His potentates to council called by night;  And in the midst thus undismayed began.  O now in danger tried, now known in arms  Not to be overpowered, Companions dear,  Found worthy not of liberty alone,  Too mean pretence! but what we more affect,  Honour, dominion, glory, and renown;  Who have sustained one day in doubtful fight,  (And if one day, why not eternal days?)  What Heaven’s Lord had powerfullest to send  Against us from about his throne, and judged  Sufficient to subdue us to his will,  But proves not so: Then fallible, it seems,  Of future we may deem him, though till now  Omniscient thought. True is, less firmly armed,  Some disadvantage we endured and pain,  Till now not known, but, known, as soon contemned;  Since now we find this our empyreal form  Incapable of mortal injury,  Imperishable, and, though pierced with wound,  Soon closing, and by native vigour healed.  Of evil then so small as easy think  The remedy; perhaps more valid arms,  Weapons more violent, when next we meet,  May serve to better us, and worse our foes,  Or equal what between us made the odds,  In nature none: If other hidden cause  Left them superiour, while we can preserve  Unhurt our minds, and understanding sound,  Due search and consultation will disclose.  He sat; and in the assembly next upstood  Nisroch, of Principalities the prime;  As one he stood escaped from cruel fight,  Sore toiled, his riven arms to havock hewn,  And cloudy in aspect thus answering spake.  Deliverer from new Lords, leader to free  Enjoyment of our right as Gods; yet hard  For Gods, and too unequal work we find,  Against unequal arms to fight in pain,  Against unpained, impassive; from which evil  Ruin must needs ensue; for what avails  Valour or strength, though matchless, quelled with pain  Which all subdues, and makes remiss the hands  Of mightiest? Sense of pleasure we may well  Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine,  But live content, which is the calmest life:  But pain is perfect misery, the worst  Of evils, and, excessive, overturns  All patience. He, who therefore can invent"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins with Uriel, an angel, traveling on a beam of light to investigate a figure lurking in the dark. By morning, he reports back to his charge that the figure is Adam, who is now resting with his companion, Eve. Adam and Eve are in the process of naming all the creatures of the earth and are enjoying each other's company as night falls. Adam suggests that they retire to rest, as they have work to do in the morning. Eve agrees, and the two of them go to sleep. As they sleep, Uriel explains that the stars continue to shine in the night sky to provide light and warmth to the earth, ensuring that life can continue to thrive. The story ends with the image of the stars shining down on Adam and Eve as they sleep.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nthe circuit of these walks,  In whatsoever shape he lurk, of whom  Thou tellest, by morrow dawning I shall know.  So promised he; and Uriel to his charge  Returned on that bright beam, whose point now raised  Bore him slope downward to the sun now fallen  Beneath the Azores; whether the prime orb,  Incredible how swift, had thither rolled  Diurnal, or this less volubil earth,  By shorter flight to the east, had left him there  Arraying with reflected purple and gold  The clouds that on his western throne attend.  Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray  Had in her sober livery all things clad;  Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,  They to their grassy couch, these to their nests  Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;  She all night long her amorous descant sung;  Silence was pleased: Now glowed the firmament  With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led  The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,  Rising in clouded majesty, at length  Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light,  And o’er the dark her silver mantle threw.  When Adam thus to Eve. Fair Consort, the hour  Of night, and all things now retired to rest,  Mind us of like repose; since God hath set  Labour and rest, as day and night, to men  Successive; and the timely dew of sleep,  Now falling with soft slumbrous weight, inclines  Our eye-lids: Other creatures all day long  Rove idle, unemployed, and less need rest;  Man hath his daily work of body or mind  Appointed, which declares his dignity,  And the regard of Heaven on all his ways;  While other animals unactive range,  And of their doings God takes no account.  To-morrow, ere fresh morning streak the east  With first approach of light, we must be risen,  And at our pleasant labour, to reform  Yon flowery arbours, yonder alleys green,  Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown,  That mock our scant manuring, and require  More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth:  Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums,  That lie bestrown, unsightly and unsmooth,  Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease;  Mean while, as Nature wills, night bids us rest.  To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorned  My Author and Disposer, what thou bidst  Unargued I obey: So God ordains;  God is thy law, thou mine: To know no more  Is woman’s happiest knowledge, and her praise.  With thee conversing I forget all time;  All seasons, and their change, all please alike.  Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet,  With charm of earliest birds: pleasant the sun,  When first on this delightful land he spreads  His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,  Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth  After soft showers; and sweet the coming on  Of grateful Evening mild; then silent Night,  With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,  And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train:  But neither breath of Morn, when she ascends  With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun  On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower,  Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers;  Nor grateful Evening mild; nor silent Night,  With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,  Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.  But wherefore all night long shine these? for whom  This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?  To whom our general ancestor replied.  Daughter of God and Man, accomplished Eve,  These have their course to finish round the earth,  By morrow evening, and from land to land  In order, though to nations yet unborn,  Ministring light prepared, they set and rise;  Lest total Darkness should by night regain  Her old possession, and extinguish life  In Nature and all things; which these soft fires  Not only enlighten, but with kindly heat  Of various influence foment and warm,  Temper or nourish, or in part shed down  Their stellar virtue on all kinds that grow  On earth, made hereby apter to receive  Perfection from the sun’s more potent ray.  These then, though unbeheld in deep of night,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins with a description of a wand-like object and a person using it to support their uneasy steps over burning marl. This person is enduring a hot climate and calls out to their legions of angel forms who are lying entranced like autumnal leaves. The person, who is revealed to be Satan, calls out to them to awaken and rise, which they do in a formation similar to soldiers responding to a command. Satan asks if they have chosen to rest after battle or if they have sworn to adore the conqueror. He urges them to awake, arise, or be forever fallen. The angels hear him and rise up upon the wing. They are described as numerous as a cloud of locusts and fill the plain. The angels form squadrons and bands and gather around their great commander, Satan. The narrator asks the Muse to name the angels who roused from the slumber at Satan's call, starting with the chief. The angels who fixed their seats on Earth next to the seat of God after the rebellion are named, but their names are not provided in the text.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nwere but a wand—  He walked with, to support uneasy steps  Over the burning marl, not like those steps  On Heaven’s azure; and the torrid clime  Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.  Nathless he so endured, till on the beach  Of that inflamed sea he stood, and called  His legions—Angel Forms, who lay entranced  Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks  In Vallombrosa, where th’ Etrurian shades  High over-arched embower; 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 carcases  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,  Warriors, the Flower of Heaven—once yours; now lost,  If such astonishment as this can seize  Eternal Spirits! Or have ye chosen this place  After the toil of battle to repose  Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find  To slumber here, as in the vales of Heaven?  Or in this abject posture have ye sworn  To adore the Conqueror, who now beholds  Cherub and Seraph rolling in the flood  With scattered arms and ensigns, till anon  His swift pursuers from Heaven-gates discern  Th’ advantage, and, descending, tread us down  Thus drooping, or with linked thunderbolts  Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf?  Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen!”      They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung  Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch  On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread,  Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.  Nor did they not perceive the evil plight  In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;  Yet to their General’s voice they soon obeyed  Innumerable. As when the potent rod  Of Amram’s son, in Egypt’s evil day,  Waved round the coast, up-called a pitchy cloud  Of locusts, warping on the eastern wind,  That o’er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung  Like Night, and darkened all the land of Nile;  So numberless were those bad Angels seen  Hovering on wing under the cope of Hell,  ’Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding fires;  Till, as a signal given, th’ uplifted spear  Of their great Sultan waving to direct  Their course, in even balance down they light  On the firm brimstone, and fill all the plain:  A multitude like which the populous North  Poured never from her frozen loins to pass  Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous sons  Came like a deluge on the South, and spread  Beneath Gibraltar to the Libyan sands.  Forthwith, form every squadron and each band,  The heads and leaders thither haste where stood  Their great Commander—godlike Shapes, and Forms  Excelling human; princely Dignities;  And Powers that erst in Heaven sat on thrones,  Though on their names in Heavenly records now  Be no memorial, blotted out and rased  By their rebellion from the Books of Life.  Nor had they yet among the sons of Eve  Got them new names, till, wandering o’er the earth,  Through God’s high sufferance for the trial of man,  By falsities and lies the greatest part  Of mankind they corrupted to forsake  God their Creator, and th’ invisible  Glory of him that made them to transform  Oft to the image of a brute, adorned  With gay religions full of pomp and gold,  And devils to adore for deities:  Then were they known to men by various names,  And various idols through the heathen world.      Say, Muse, their names then known, who first, who last,  Roused from the slumber on that fiery couch,  At their great Emperorr’s call, as next in worth  Came singly where he stood on the bare strand,  While the promiscuous crowd stood yet aloof?      The chief were those who, from the pit of Hell  Roaming to seek their prey on Earth, durst fix  Their seats, long after, next the seat of God,  Their altars by his"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The fallen angel Satan, after tempting and punishing mortals, approaches the Earth for the first time. Meanwhile, the narrator, who is an unnamed angel, praises the power of holy light and its role in the creation of the world. He also mentions his own blindness and isolation from the world of men. God, seated in Heaven, looks down upon both his own creations and the works of his angels.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. Satan, a fallen angel, approaches the Earth.\n2. The unnamed angel narrator praises the power of holy light and its role in the creation of the world.\n3. The narrator mentions his own blindness and isolation from the world of men.\n4. God, seated in Heaven, looks down upon both his own creations and the works of his angels.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nSpirits perverse  With easy intercourse pass to and fro  To tempt or punish mortals, except whom  God and good Angels guard by special grace.      But now at last the sacred influence  Of light appears, and from the walls of Heaven  Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night  A glimmering dawn. Here Nature first begins  Her farthest verge, and Chaos to retire,  As from her outmost works, a broken foe,  With tumult less and with less hostile din;  That Satan with less toil, and now with ease,  Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light,  And, like a weather-beaten vessel, holds  Gladly the port, though shrouds and tackle torn;  Or in the emptier waste, resembling air,  Weighs his spread wings, at leisure to behold  Far off th’ empyreal Heaven, extended wide  In circuit, undetermined square or round,  With opal towers and battlements adorned  Of living sapphire, once his native seat;  And, fast by, hanging in a golden chain,  This pendent World, in bigness as a star  Of smallest magnitude close by the moon.  Thither, full fraught with mischievous revenge,  Accursed, and in a cursed hour, he hies.          Book III      Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn,  Or of the Eternal coeternal beam  May I express thee unblam’d? since God is light,  And never but in unapproached light  Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee  Bright effluence of bright essence increate.  Or hear’st thou rather pure ethereal stream,  Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun,  Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice  Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest  The rising world of waters dark and deep,  Won from the void and formless infinite.  Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing,  Escap’d the Stygian pool, though long detain’d  In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight  Through utter and through middle darkness borne,  With other notes than to the Orphean lyre  I sung of Chaos and eternal Night;  Taught by the heavenly Muse to venture down  The dark descent, and up to re-ascend,  Though hard and rare: Thee I revisit safe,  And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou  Revisit’st not these eyes, that roll in vain  To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;  So thick a drop serene hath quench’d their orbs,  Or dim suffusion veil’d. Yet not the more  Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt,  Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill,  Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief  Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath,  That wash thy hallow’d feet, and warbling flow,  Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget  Those other two equaled with me in fate  So were I equall’d with them in renown,  Thy sovran command, that Man should find grace;  Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides,  And Tiresias, and Phineus, prophets old:  Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move  Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird  Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid  Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the year  Seasons return; but not to me returns  Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,  Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer’s rose,  Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;  But cloud instead, and ever-during dark  Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men  Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair  Presented with a universal blank  Of nature’s works to me expung’d and ras’d,  And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.  So much the rather thou, celestial Light,  Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers  Irradiate; there plant eyes, all mist from thence  Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell  Of things invisible to mortal sight.  Now had the Almighty Father from above,  From the pure empyrean where he sits  High thron’d above all highth, bent down his eye  His own works and their works at once to view:  About him all the Sanctities of Heaven  Stood thick as stars, and from his sight receiv’d  Beatitude past utterance; on his right  The radiant image of his glory sat,  His only son; on earth he first beheld  Our two first parents, yet the only"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The ministry of the first humans has been performed and their race run, but they have died. Their room is succeeded by \"grievous wolves\" who will turn the sacred mysteries of Heaven to their own vile advantages. These wolves will seek to join secular power with feigned spiritual authority, forcing spiritual laws on every conscience. This will lead to heavy persecution and the decline of true religion. However, the just will be resurrected to new Heavens and a new Earth, founded in righteousness, peace, and love. Adam, having learned these lessons, acknowledges the Angel as his Redeemer and is told by the Angel that he has attained the sum of wisdom. The Angel and Adam then descend from their speculation and go to wake Eve, who has been calmed with gentle dreams.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nTheir ministry performed, and race well run,  Their doctrine and their story written left,  They die; but in their room, as they forewarn,  Wolves shall succeed for teachers, grievous wolves,  Who all the sacred mysteries of Heaven  To their own vile advantages shall turn  Of lucre and ambition; and the truth  With superstitions and traditions taint,  Left only in those written records pure,  Though not but by the Spirit understood.  Then shall they seek to avail themselves of names,  Places, and titles, and with these to join  Secular power; though feigning still to act  By spiritual, to themselves appropriating  The Spirit of God, promised alike and given  To all believers; and, from that pretence,  Spiritual laws by carnal power shall force  On every conscience; laws which none shall find  Left them inrolled, or what the Spirit within  Shall on the heart engrave. What will they then  But force the Spirit of Grace itself, and bind  His consort Liberty? what, but unbuild  His living temples, built by faith to stand,  Their own faith, not another’s? for, on earth,  Who against faith and conscience can be heard  Infallible? yet many will presume:  Whence heavy persecution shall arise  On all, who in the worship persevere  Of spirit and truth; the rest, far greater part,  Will deem in outward rites and specious forms  Religion satisfied; Truth shall retire  Bestuck with slanderous darts, and works of faith  Rarely be found: So shall the world go on,  To good malignant, to bad men benign;  Under her own weight groaning; till the day  Appear of respiration to the just,  And vengeance to the wicked, at return  Of him so lately promised to thy aid,  The Woman’s Seed; obscurely then foretold,  Now ampler known thy Saviour and thy Lord;  Last, in the clouds, from Heaven to be revealed  In glory of the Father, to dissolve  Satan with his perverted world; then raise  From the conflagrant mass, purged and refined,  New Heavens, new Earth, ages of endless date,  Founded in righteousness, and peace, and love;  To bring forth fruits, joy and eternal bliss.  He ended; and thus Adam last replied.  How soon hath thy prediction, Seer blest,  Measured this transient world, the race of time,  Till time stand fixed! Beyond is all abyss,  Eternity, whose end no eye can reach.  Greatly-instructed I shall hence depart;  Greatly in peace of thought; and have my fill  Of knowledge, what this vessel can contain;  Beyond which was my folly to aspire.  Henceforth I learn, that to obey is best,  And love with fear the only God; to walk  As in his presence; ever to observe  His providence; and on him sole depend,  Merciful over all his works, with good  Still overcoming evil, and by small  Accomplishing great things, by things deemed weak  Subverting worldly strong, and worldly wise  By simply meek: that suffering for truth’s sake  Is fortitude to highest victory,  And, to the faithful, death the gate of life;  Taught this by his example, whom I now  Acknowledge my Redeemer ever blest.  To whom thus also the Angel last replied.  This having learned, thou hast attained the sum  Of wisdom; hope no higher, though all the stars  Thou knewest by name, and all the ethereal powers,  All secrets of the deep, all Nature’s works,  Or works of God in Heaven, air, earth, or sea,  And all the riches of this world enjoyedst,  And all the rule, one empire; only add  Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith,  Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love,  By name to come called charity, the soul  Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loth  To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess  A Paradise within thee, happier far.—  Let us descend now therefore from this top  Of speculation; for the hour precise  Exacts our parting hence; and see the guards,  By me encamped on yonder hill, expect  Their motion; at whose front a flaming sword,  In signal of remove, waves fiercely round:  We may no longer stay: go, waken Eve;  Her also I with gentle dreams have calmed  Portending"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Raphael is recounting the story of the creation of the world to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Adam has asked Raphael to explain how the world was created, and Raphael begins his story by describing the creation of the heavens and the earth. He explains that the Creator, moved by an unknown cause, decided to build the world in the chaos that existed before. The creation of the world was swiftly accomplished, and the heavens, filled with moving fires, and the ambient air were formed. Raphael then goes on to describe the creation of the sun, moon, and stars, and the formation of the earth and the seas. He also explains that the earth was originally barren, but that the Creator caused plants and herbs to grow, and filled the earth with living creatures. Finally, he describes the creation of Adam, the first man, and explains that the Creator gave him a companion, Eve, so that he would not be alone.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nabove the Olympian hill I soar,  Above the flight of Pegasean wing!  The meaning, not the name, I call: for thou  Nor of the Muses nine, nor on the top  Of old Olympus dwellest; but, heavenly-born,  Before the hills appeared, or fountain flowed,  Thou with eternal Wisdom didst converse,  Wisdom thy sister, and with her didst play  In presence of the Almighty Father, pleased  With thy celestial song. Up led by thee  Into the Heaven of Heavens I have presumed,  An earthly guest, and drawn empyreal air,  Thy tempering: with like safety guided down  Return me to my native element:  Lest from this flying steed unreined, (as once  Bellerophon, though from a lower clime,)  Dismounted, on the Aleian field I fall,  Erroneous there to wander, and forlorn.  Half yet remains unsung, but narrower bound  Within the visible diurnal sphere;  Standing on earth, not rapt above the pole,  More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged  To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days,  On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues;  In darkness, and with dangers compassed round,  And solitude; yet not alone, while thou  Visitest my slumbers nightly, or when morn  Purples the east: still govern thou my song,  Urania, and fit audience find, though few.  But drive far off the barbarous dissonance  Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race  Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard  In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears  To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned  Both harp and voice; nor could the Muse defend  Her son. So fail not thou, who thee implores:  For thou art heavenly, she an empty dream.  Say, Goddess, what ensued when Raphael,  The affable Arch-Angel, had forewarned  Adam, by dire example, to beware  Apostasy, by what befel in Heaven  To those apostates; lest the like befall  In Paradise to Adam or his race,  Charged not to touch the interdicted tree,  If they transgress, and slight that sole command,  So easily obeyed amid the choice  Of all tastes else to please their appetite,  Though wandering. He, with his consorted Eve,  The story heard attentive, and was filled  With admiration and deep muse, to hear  Of things so high and strange; things, to their thought  So unimaginable, as hate in Heaven,  And war so near the peace of God in bliss,  With such confusion: but the evil, soon  Driven back, redounded as a flood on those  From whom it sprung; impossible to mix  With blessedness. Whence Adam soon repealed  The doubts that in his heart arose: and now  Led on, yet sinless, with desire to know  What nearer might concern him, how this world  Of Heaven and Earth conspicuous first began;  When, and whereof created; for what cause;  What within Eden, or without, was done  Before his memory; as one whose drouth  Yet scarce allayed still eyes the current stream,  Whose liquid murmur heard new thirst excites,  Proceeded thus to ask his heavenly guest.  Great things, and full of wonder in our ears,  Far differing from this world, thou hast revealed,  Divine interpreter! by favour sent  Down from the empyrean, to forewarn  Us timely of what might else have been our loss,  Unknown, which human knowledge could not reach;  For which to the infinitely Good we owe  Immortal thanks, and his admonishment  Receive, with solemn purpose to observe  Immutably his sovran will, the end  Of what we are. But since thou hast vouchsafed  Gently, for our instruction, to impart  Things above earthly thought, which yet concerned  Our knowing, as to highest wisdom seemed,  Deign to descend now lower, and relate  What may no less perhaps avail us known,  How first began this Heaven which we behold  Distant so high, with moving fires adorned  Innumerable; and this which yields or fills  All space, the ambient air wide interfused  Embracing round this floried Earth; what cause  Moved the Creator, in his holy rest  Through all eternity, so late to build  In Chaos; and the work begun, how soon  Absolved; if unforbid thou mayest unfold  What we, not to explore the"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The great Creator and his son are discussing the fate of mankind after the fall of Adam and Eve. The son expresses concern about the Adversary (Satan) and the corruption of man. The Creator reassures his son that man will not be completely lost, and that he will renew man's \"lapsed powers\" and uphold them with grace. The Creator also mentions that he has chosen certain individuals for \"peculiar grace\" and that the rest will be warned and given the opportunity to repent. However, mankind must still face the consequences of their disobedience and sin, which is death. The Creator asks if any in Heaven are willing to die for mankind and redeem their mortal crime, but all are silent. The Son of God then offers to mediate and take on the debt of mankind's sin, and die in their place.\n\nNote: The text is a passage from John Milton's \"Paradise Lost\" where the Son of God offers to be the redeemer of mankind after the fall.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nOf all things made, and judgest only right.  Or shall the Adversary thus obtain  His end, and frustrate thine? shall he fulfill  His malice, and thy goodness bring to nought,  Or proud return, though to his heavier doom,  Yet with revenge accomplish’d, and to Hell  Draw after him the whole race of mankind,  By him corrupted? or wilt thou thyself  Abolish thy creation, and unmake  For him, what for thy glory thou hast made?  So should thy goodness and thy greatness both  Be question’d and blasphem’d without defence.  To whom the great Creator thus replied.  O son, in whom my soul hath chief delight,  Son of my bosom, Son who art alone.  My word, my wisdom, and effectual might,  All hast thou spoken as my thoughts are, all  As my eternal purpose hath decreed;  Man shall not quite be lost, but sav’d who will;  Yet not of will in him, but grace in me  Freely vouchsaf’d; once more I will renew  His lapsed powers, though forfeit; and enthrall’d  By sin to foul exorbitant desires;  Upheld by me, yet once more he shall stand  On even ground against his mortal foe;  By me upheld, that he may know how frail  His fallen condition is, and to me owe  All his deliverance, and to none but me.  Some I have chosen of peculiar grace,  Elect above the rest; so is my will:  The rest shall hear me call, and oft be warn’d  Their sinful state, and to appease betimes  The incensed Deity, while offer’d grace  Invites; for I will clear their senses dark,  What may suffice, and soften stony hearts  To pray, repent, and bring obedience due.  To prayer, repentance, and obedience due,  Though but endeavour’d with sincere intent,  Mine ear shall not be slow, mine eye not shut.  And I will place within them as a guide,  My umpire Conscience; whom if they will hear,  Light after light, well us’d, they shall attain,  And to the end, persisting, safe arrive.  This my long sufferance, and my day of grace,  They who neglect and scorn, shall never taste;  But hard be harden’d, blind be blinded more,  That they may stumble on, and deeper fall;  And none but such from mercy I exclude.  But yet all is not done; Man disobeying,  Disloyal, breaks his fealty, and sins  Against the high supremacy of Heaven,  Affecting God-head, and, so losing all,  To expiate his treason hath nought left,  But to destruction sacred and devote,  He, with his whole posterity, must die,  Die he or justice must; unless for him  Some other able, and as willing, pay  The rigid satisfaction, death for death.  Say, heavenly Powers, where shall we find such love?  Which of you will be mortal, to redeem  Man’s mortal crime, and just the unjust to save?  Dwells in all Heaven charity so dear?  He ask’d, but all the heavenly quire stood mute,  And silence was in Heaven: on Man’s behalf  Patron or intercessour none appear’d,  Much less that durst upon his own head draw  The deadly forfeiture, and ransom set.  And now without redemption all mankind  Must have been lost, adjudg’d to Death and Hell  By doom severe, had not the Son of God,  In whom the fulness dwells of love divine,  His dearest mediation thus renew’d.  Father, thy word is past, Man shall find grace;  And shall grace not find means, that finds her way,  The speediest of thy winged messengers,  To visit all thy creatures, and to all  Comes unprevented, unimplor’d, unsought?  Happy for Man, so coming; he her aid  Can never seek, once dead in sins, and lost;  Atonement for himself, or offering meet,  Indebted and undone, hath none to bring;  Behold me then: me for him, life for life  I offer: on me let thine anger fall;  Account me Man; I for his sake will leave  Thy bosom, and this glory next to thee  Freely put off, and for him lastly die  Well pleased; on me let Death wreak all his rage.  Under his gloomy power I shall not long  Lie vanquished. Thou hast given me to possess  Life in myself for ever; by thee I live;  Though now to Death I yield, and am his due,  All that of me can die, yet, that debt paid,  Thou wilt not leave me in the"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins with Reigns, who is not interested in the shallow pleasures of harlots or court-amours. Instead, he finds joy in nature and in sleep. Night has fallen, and the Cherubim are preparing for their night watches. Gabriel instructs two of the Cherubim, Ithuriel and Zephon, to search the garden for an infernal Spirit who has escaped from Hell. Ithuriel and Zephon find the Spirit, Satan, crouching near Eve and attempting to corrupt her thoughts. When touched by Ithuriel's spear, Satan is revealed in his true form and is rebuked by Zephon for his appearance and actions. Satan, though ashamed, still attempts to assert his power and challenges the Cherubim to contend with him.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nReigns here and revels; not in the bought smile  Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendeared,  Casual fruition; nor in court-amours,  Mixed dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball,  Or serenate, which the starved lover sings  To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain.  These, lulled by nightingales, embracing slept,  And on their naked limbs the flowery roof  Showered roses, which the morn repaired. Sleep on,  Blest pair; and O! yet happiest, if ye seek  No happier state, and know to know no more.  Now had night measured with her shadowy cone  Half way up hill this vast sublunar vault,  And from their ivory port the Cherubim,  Forth issuing at the accustomed hour, stood armed  To their night watches in warlike parade;  When Gabriel to his next in power thus spake.  Uzziel, half these draw off, and coast the south  With strictest watch; these other wheel the north;  Our circuit meets full west. As flame they part,  Half wheeling to the shield, half to the spear.  From these, two strong and subtle Spirits he called  That near him stood, and gave them thus in charge.  Ithuriel and Zephon, with winged speed  Search through this garden, leave unsearched no nook;  But chiefly where those two fair creatures lodge,  Now laid perhaps asleep, secure of harm.  This evening from the sun’s decline arrived,  Who tells of some infernal Spirit seen  Hitherward bent (who could have thought?) escaped  The bars of Hell, on errand bad no doubt:  Such, where ye find, seise fast, and hither bring.  So saying, on he led his radiant files,  Dazzling the moon; these to the bower direct  In search of whom they sought: Him there they found  Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve,  Assaying by his devilish art to reach  The organs of her fancy, and with them forge  Illusions, as he list, phantasms and dreams;  Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint  The animal spirits, that from pure blood arise  Like gentle breaths from rivers pure, thence raise  At least distempered, discontented thoughts,  Vain hopes, vain aims, inordinate desires,  Blown up with high conceits ingendering pride.  Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear  Touched lightly; for no falshood can endure  Touch of celestial temper, but returns  Of force to its own likeness: Up he starts  Discovered and surprised. As when a spark  Lights on a heap of nitrous powder, laid  Fit for the tun some magazine to store  Against a rumoured war, the smutty grain,  With sudden blaze diffused, inflames the air;  So started up in his own shape the Fiend.  Back stept those two fair Angels, half amazed  So sudden to behold the grisly king;  Yet thus, unmoved with fear, accost him soon.  Which of those rebel Spirits adjudged to Hell  Comest thou, escaped thy prison? and, transformed,  Why sat’st thou like an enemy in wait,  Here watching at the head of these that sleep?  Know ye not then said Satan, filled with scorn,  Know ye not me? ye knew me once no mate  For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar:  Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,  The lowest of your throng; or, if ye know,  Why ask ye, and superfluous begin  Your message, like to end as much in vain?  To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn.  Think not, revolted Spirit, thy shape the same,  Or undiminished brightness to be known,  As when thou stoodest in Heaven upright and pure;  That glory then, when thou no more wast good,  Departed from thee; and thou resemblest now  Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foul.  But come, for thou, be sure, shalt give account  To him who sent us, whose charge is to keep  This place inviolable, and these from harm.  So spake the Cherub; and his grave rebuke,  Severe in youthful beauty, added grace  Invincible: Abashed the Devil stood,  And felt how awful goodness is, and saw  Virtue in her shape how lovely; saw, and pined  His loss; but chiefly to find here observed  His lustre visibly impaired; yet seemed  Undaunted. If I must contend, said he,  Best with the best, the sender, not the sent,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Raphael visits Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden and informs them that they must leave Paradise as a consequence of their transgression. Adam and Eve are heartbroken at the news, but Raphael consoles them and reminds them that they will be able to continue their lives together in the world outside of Eden.\n\n* Raphael ends his speech to Adam\n* The arch-angel Raphael approaches Adam and Eve\n* Raphael is dressed in a military vest of purple and carries Satan's sword and spear\n* Adam bows low in reverence\n* Raphael informs Adam that he must leave Paradise and till the ground from which he was taken\n* Adam is heart-struck with sorrow upon hearing the news\n* Eve, who has been listening unseen, laments the loss of her home and the garden\n* The angel interrupts Eve and consoles her, reminding her that she will be with her husband as they leave Eden\n* Adam, recovering from his initial shock, submits to the will of God and expresses his sorrow at being separated from the divine presence in the garden.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nfear; nor sociably mild,  As Raphael, that I should much confide;  But solemn and sublime; whom not to offend,  With reverence I must meet, and thou retire.  He ended: and the Arch-Angel soon drew nigh,  Not in his shape celestial, but as man  Clad to meet man; over his lucid arms  A military vest of purple flowed,  Livelier than Meliboean, or the grain  Of Sarra, worn by kings and heroes old  In time of truce; Iris had dipt the woof;  His starry helm unbuckled showed him prime  In manhood where youth ended; by his side,  As in a glistering zodiack, hung the sword,  Satan’s dire dread; and in his hand the spear.  Adam bowed low; he, kingly, from his state  Inclined not, but his coming thus declared.  Adam, Heaven’s high behest no preface needs:  Sufficient that thy prayers are heard; and Death,  Then due by sentence when thou didst transgress,  Defeated of his seisure many days  Given thee of grace; wherein thou mayest repent,  And one bad act with many deeds well done  Mayest cover: Well may then thy Lord, appeased,  Redeem thee quite from Death’s rapacious claim;  But longer in this Paradise to dwell  Permits not: to remove thee I am come,  And send thee from the garden forth to till  The ground whence thou wast taken, fitter soil.  He added not; for Adam at the news  Heart-struck with chilling gripe of sorrow stood,  That all his senses bound; Eve, who unseen  Yet all had heard, with audible lament  Discovered soon the place of her retire.  O unexpected stroke, worse than of Death!  Must I thus leave thee Paradise? thus leave  Thee, native soil! these happy walks and shades,  Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend,  Quiet though sad, the respite of that day  That must be mortal to us both. O flowers,  That never will in other climate grow,  My early visitation, and my last  At even, which I bred up with tender hand  From the first opening bud, and gave ye names,  Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank  Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount?  Thee lastly, nuptial bower! by me adorned  With what to sight or smell was sweet! from thee  How shall I part, and whither wander down  Into a lower world; to this obscure  And wild, how shall we breathe in other air  Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits?  Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild.  Lament not, Eve, but patiently resign  What justly thou hast lost, nor set thy heart,  Thus over-fond, on that which is not thine:  Thy going is not lonely; with thee goes  Thy husband; whom to follow thou art bound;  Where he abides, think there thy native soil.  Adam, by this from the cold sudden damp  Recovering, and his scattered spirits returned,  To Michael thus his humble words addressed.  Celestial, whether among the Thrones, or named  Of them the highest; for such of shape may seem  Prince above princes! gently hast thou told  Thy message, which might else in telling wound,  And in performing end us; what besides  Of sorrow, and dejection, and despair,  Our frailty can sustain, thy tidings bring,  Departure from this happy place, our sweet  Recess, and only consolation left  Familiar to our eyes! all places else  Inhospitable appear, and desolate;  Nor knowing us, nor known: And, if by prayer  Incessant I could hope to change the will  Of Him who all things can, I would not cease  To weary him with my assiduous cries:  But prayer against his absolute decree  No more avails than breath against the wind,  Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth:  Therefore to his great bidding I submit.  This most afflicts me, that, departing hence,  As from his face I shall be hid, deprived  His blessed countenance: Here I could frequent  With worship place by place where he vouchsafed  Presence Divine; and to my sons relate,  On this mount he appeared; under this tree  Stood visible; among these pines his voice  I heard; here with him at this fountain talked:  So many grateful altars I would rear  Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone  Of lustre from the brook, in"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve, the first man and woman, live in harmony with nature and each other. However, a malicious enemy, referred to as \"our foe,\" threatens their peaceful existence.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Adam expresses his concern that their enemy is watching them, hoping to find a way to cause discord between them.\n2. Adam worries that the enemy's goal is to either turn them against God or disturb their marital love.\n3. Eve reveals that she overheard the parting angel mention their enemy and his intentions.\n4. Adam clarifies that he is not questioning Eve's loyalty but is trying to prevent the enemy's attempt to tempt them.\n5. Adam explains that even an unsuccessful temptation would still harm their reputation.\n6. Eve argues that they should not live in fear and that they can gain honor from the enemy's false accusations.\n7. Eve questions the value of faith, love, and virtue if they are not tested.\n8. Eve wonders if their happiness is secure and argues that Eden would not be Eden if it were so exposed. \n[/INST]\n\nto work us woe and shame  By sly assault; and somewhere nigh at hand  Watches, no doubt, with greedy hope to find  His wish and best advantage, us asunder;  Hopeless to circumvent us joined, where each  To other speedy aid might lend at need:  Whether his first design be to withdraw  Our fealty from God, or to disturb  Conjugal love, than which perhaps no bliss  Enjoyed by us excites his envy more;  Or this, or worse, leave not the faithful side  That gave thee being, still shades thee, and protects.  The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,  Safest and seemliest by her husband stays,  Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.  To whom the virgin majesty of Eve,  As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,  With sweet austere composure thus replied.  Offspring of Heaven and Earth, and all Earth’s Lord!  That such an enemy we have, who seeks  Our ruin, both by thee informed I learn,  And from the parting Angel over-heard,  As in a shady nook I stood behind,  Just then returned at shut of evening flowers.  But, that thou shouldst my firmness therefore doubt  To God or thee, because we have a foe  May tempt it, I expected not to hear.  His violence thou fearest not, being such  As we, not capable of death or pain,  Can either not receive, or can repel.  His fraud is then thy fear; which plain infers  Thy equal fear, that my firm faith and love  Can by his fraud be shaken or seduced;  Thoughts, which how found they harbour in thy breast,  Adam, mis-thought of her to thee so dear?  To whom with healing words Adam replied.  Daughter of God and Man, immortal Eve!  For such thou art; from sin and blame entire:  Not diffident of thee do I dissuade  Thy absence from my sight, but to avoid  The attempt itself, intended by our foe.  For he who tempts, though in vain, at least asperses  The tempted with dishonour foul; supposed  Not incorruptible of faith, not proof  Against temptation: Thou thyself with scorn  And anger wouldst resent the offered wrong,  Though ineffectual found: misdeem not then,  If such affront I labour to avert  From thee alone, which on us both at once  The enemy, though bold, will hardly dare;  Or daring, first on me the assault shall light.  Nor thou his malice and false guile contemn;  Subtle he needs must be, who could seduce  Angels; nor think superfluous other’s aid.  I, from the influence of thy looks, receive  Access in every virtue; in thy sight  More wise, more watchful, stronger, if need were  Of outward strength; while shame, thou looking on,  Shame to be overcome or over-reached,  Would utmost vigour raise, and raised unite.  Why shouldst not thou like sense within thee feel  When I am present, and thy trial choose  With me, best witness of thy virtue tried?  So spake domestick Adam in his care  And matrimonial love; but Eve, who thought  Less attributed to her faith sincere,  Thus her reply with accent sweet renewed.  If this be our condition, thus to dwell  In narrow circuit straitened by a foe,  Subtle or violent, we not endued  Single with like defence, wherever met;  How are we happy, still in fear of harm?  But harm precedes not sin: only our foe,  Tempting, affronts us with his foul esteem  Of our integrity: his foul esteem  Sticks no dishonour on our front, but turns  Foul on himself; then wherefore shunned or feared  By us? who rather double honour gain  From his surmise proved false; find peace within,  Favour from Heaven, our witness, from the event.  And what is faith, love, virtue, unassayed  Alone, without exteriour help sustained?  Let us not then suspect our happy state  Left so imperfect by the Maker wise,  As not secure to single or combined.  Frail is our happiness, if this be so,  And Eden were no Eden, thus exposed.  To whom thus Adam fervently replied.  O Woman, best are all things as the will  Of God ordained them: His creating hand  Nothing imperfect or deficient left  Of all that he created, much less Man,  Or aught that might his happy state secure,  Secure from outward"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Michael is speaking to Adam about the events that have led to his fall from grace in the Garden of Eden. He reminds Adam of how Satan, in the form of a serpent, tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit, and how Adam himself also succumbed to the temptation. The angelic guards in Heaven have learned of this transgression and are displeased, but the Most High Eternal Father is not surprised, as He had foretold that Satan would attempt to seduce Man. The Father declares that it is the Son's responsibility to judge Man and that He will serve as both ransom and redeemer for humanity.\n\nIn this passage, the chain of events includes Satan's temptation of Eve, Eve's subsequent temptation of Adam, and the fall of both from grace in the Garden of Eden. The angelic guards in Heaven learn of this transgression and are displeased, and the Most High Eternal Father declares that the Son will serve as judge, ransom, and redeemer for humanity.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nnow upbraided as the cause  Of thy transgressing? Not enough severe,  It seems, in thy restraint: What could I more  I warned thee, I admonished thee, foretold  The danger, and the lurking enemy  That lay in wait; beyond this, had been force;  And force upon free will hath here no place.  But confidence then bore thee on; secure  Either to meet no danger, or to find  Matter of glorious trial; and perhaps  I also erred, in overmuch admiring  What seemed in thee so perfect, that I thought  No evil durst attempt thee; but I rue  The errour now, which is become my crime,  And thou the accuser. Thus it shall befall  Him, who, to worth in women overtrusting,  Lets her will rule: restraint she will not brook;  And, left to herself, if evil thence ensue,  She first his weak indulgence will accuse.  Thus they in mutual accusation spent  The fruitless hours, but neither self-condemning;  And of their vain contest appeared no end.          Book X      Mean while the heinous and despiteful act  Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how  He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve,  Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit,  Was known in Heaven; for what can ’scape the eye  Of God all-seeing, or deceive his heart  Omniscient? who, in all things wise and just,  Hindered not Satan to attempt the mind  Of Man, with strength entire and free will armed,  Complete to have discovered and repulsed  Whatever wiles of foe or seeming friend.  For still they knew, and ought to have still remembered,  The high injunction, not to taste that fruit,  Whoever tempted; which they not obeying,  (Incurred what could they less?) the penalty;  And, manifold in sin, deserved to fall.  Up into Heaven from Paradise in haste  The angelick guards ascended, mute, and sad,  For Man; for of his state by this they knew,  Much wondering how the subtle Fiend had stolen  Entrance unseen. Soon as the unwelcome news  From Earth arrived at Heaven-gate, displeased  All were who heard; dim sadness did not spare  That time celestial visages, yet, mixed  With pity, violated not their bliss.  About the new-arrived, in multitudes  The ethereal people ran, to hear and know  How all befel: They towards the throne supreme,  Accountable, made haste, to make appear,  With righteous plea, their utmost vigilance  And easily approved; when the Most High  Eternal Father, from his secret cloud,  Amidst in thunder uttered thus his voice.  Assembled Angels, and ye Powers returned  From unsuccessful charge; be not dismayed,  Nor troubled at these tidings from the earth,  Which your sincerest care could not prevent;  Foretold so lately what would come to pass,  When first this tempter crossed the gulf from Hell.  I told ye then he should prevail, and speed  On his bad errand; Man should be seduced,  And flattered out of all, believing lies  Against his Maker; no decree of mine  Concurring to necessitate his fall,  Or touch with lightest moment of impulse  His free will, to her own inclining left  In even scale. But fallen he is; and now  What rests, but that the mortal sentence pass  On his transgression,—death denounced that day?  Which he presumes already vain and void,  Because not yet inflicted, as he feared,  By some immediate stroke; but soon shall find  Forbearance no acquittance, ere day end.  Justice shall not return as bounty scorned.  But whom send I to judge them? whom but thee,  Vicegerent Son? To thee I have transferred  All judgement, whether in Heaven, or Earth, or Hell.  Easy it may be seen that I intend  Mercy colleague with justice, sending thee  Man’s friend, his Mediator, his designed  Both ransom and Redeemer voluntary,  And destined Man himself to judge Man fallen.  So spake the Father; and, unfolding bright  Toward the right hand his glory, on the Son  Blazed forth unclouded Deity: He full  Resplendent all his Father manifest  Expressed, and thus divinely answered mild.  Father Eternal, thine is to decree;  Mine, both in Heaven and Earth, to do thy will  Supreme; that thou in me,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: Adam, the first man, is on guard, watching out for any danger. He hears Eve, the first woman, speaking and turns to listen to her. Eve expresses her gratitude to Adam, who was created first and is her partner. She remembers the day she first woke up and saw her reflection in a lake. She was attracted to it, but a voice told her that it was her own image. She followed the voice and found Adam. Adam claimed her as his other half, and they became one. Eve and Adam are now standing together, with Eve leaning on Adam.\n\nIn this passage, the chain of events includes Adam being on guard, hearing Eve speak, and turning to listen to her. Eve then expresses her gratitude to Adam and remembers the day she first saw her reflection in a lake. She was attracted to her reflection, but a voice told her that it was her own image. She followed the voice and found Adam, who claimed her as his other half. The passage ends with Eve leaning on Adam.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nchanges oft  His couchant watch, as one who chose his ground,  Whence rushing, he might surest seize them both,  Griped in each paw: when, Adam first of men  To first of women Eve thus moving speech,  Turned him, all ear to hear new utterance flow.  Sole partner, and sole part, of all these joys,  Dearer thyself than all; needs must the Power  That made us, and for us this ample world,  Be infinitely good, and of his good  As liberal and free as infinite;  That raised us from the dust, and placed us here  In all this happiness, who at his hand  Have nothing merited, nor can perform  Aught whereof he hath need; he who requires  From us no other service than to keep  This one, this easy charge, of all the trees  In Paradise that bear delicious fruit  So various, not to taste that only tree  Of knowledge, planted by the tree of life;  So near grows death to life, whate’er death is,  Some dreadful thing no doubt; for well thou knowest  God hath pronounced it death to taste that tree,  The only sign of our obedience left,  Among so many signs of power and rule  Conferred upon us, and dominion given  Over all other creatures that possess  Earth, air, and sea. Then let us not think hard  One easy prohibition, who enjoy  Free leave so large to all things else, and choice  Unlimited of manifold delights:  But let us ever praise him, and extol  His bounty, following our delightful task,  To prune these growing plants, and tend these flowers,  Which were it toilsome, yet with thee were sweet.  To whom thus Eve replied. O thou for whom  And from whom I was formed, flesh of thy flesh,  And without whom am to no end, my guide  And head! what thou hast said is just and right.  For we to him indeed all praises owe,  And daily thanks; I chiefly, who enjoy  So far the happier lot, enjoying thee  Pre-eminent by so much odds, while thou  Like consort to thyself canst no where find.  That day I oft remember, when from sleep  I first awaked, and found myself reposed  Under a shade on flowers, much wondering where  And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.  Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound  Of waters issued from a cave, and spread  Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved  Pure as the expanse of Heaven; I thither went  With unexperienced thought, and laid me down  On the green bank, to look into the clear  Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky.  As I bent down to look, just opposite  A shape within the watery gleam appeared,  Bending to look on me: I started back,  It started back; but pleased I soon returned,  Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks  Of sympathy and love: There I had fixed  Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire,  Had not a voice thus warned me; “What thou seest,  What there thou seest, fair Creature, is thyself;  With thee it came and goes: but follow me,  And I will bring thee where no shadow stays  Thy coming, and thy soft embraces, he  Whose image thou art; him thou shalt enjoy  Inseparably thine, to him shalt bear  Multitudes like thyself, and thence be called  Mother of human race.” What could I do,  But follow straight, invisibly thus led?  Till I espied thee, fair indeed and tall,  Under a platane; yet methought less fair,  Less winning soft, less amiably mild,  Than that smooth watery image: Back I turned;  Thou following cryedst aloud, “Return, fair Eve;  Whom flyest thou? whom thou flyest, of him thou art,  His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent  Out of my side to thee, nearest my heart,  Substantial life, to have thee by my side  Henceforth an individual solace dear;  Part of my soul I seek thee, and thee claim  My other half:” With that thy gentle hand  Seised mine: I yielded; and from that time see  How beauty is excelled by manly grace,  And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.  So spake our general mother, and with eyes  Of conjugal attraction unreproved,  And meek surrender, half-embracing leaned  On our first father; half her swelling breast  Naked met his, under the"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes the creation of Eve, the first woman, by God from Adam's rib. The events in the text are as follows:\n\n1. Adam is in a deep sleep and has a vision of a celestial colloquy between his earthly self and God's heavenly self.\n2. Adam's earthly self is overwhelmed by the vision and sinks down, seeking repair through sleep.\n3. As Adam sleeps, God forms Eve from one of his ribs, using cordial spirits and life-blood streaming fresh.\n4. God forms and fashions the rib into a creature that is man-like but of a different sex.\n5. Eve is lovely and fair, and her appearance infuses sweetness into Adam's heart and inspires love and amorous delight in all things.\n6. Eve disappears, and Adam wakes up, seeking to find her or forever deplore her loss.\n7. Adam sees Eve again, led by her heavenly Maker and guided by his voice.\n8. Eve is modest and virtuous, and she turns away from Adam when he sees her.\n9. Adam follows Eve and leads her \n[/INST]\n\nended, or I heard no more; for now  My earthly by his heavenly overpowered,  Which it had long stood under, strained to the highth  In that celestial colloquy sublime,  As with an object that excels the sense  Dazzled and spent, sunk down; and sought repair  Of sleep, which instantly fell on me, called  By Nature as in aid, and closed mine eyes.  Mine eyes he closed, but open left the cell  Of fancy, my internal sight; by which,  Abstract as in a trance, methought I saw,  Though sleeping, where I lay, and saw the shape  Still glorious before whom awake I stood:  Who stooping opened my left side, and took  From thence a rib, with cordial spirits warm,  And life-blood streaming fresh; wide was the wound,  But suddenly with flesh filled up and healed:  The rib he formed and fashioned with his hands;  Under his forming hands a creature grew,  Man-like, but different sex; so lovely fair,  That what seemed fair in all the world, seemed now  Mean, or in her summed up, in her contained  And in her looks; which from that time infused  Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,  And into all things from her air inspired  The spirit of love and amorous delight.  She disappeared, and left me dark; I waked  To find her, or for ever to deplore  Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure:  When out of hope, behold her, not far off,  Such as I saw her in my dream, adorned  With what all Earth or Heaven could bestow  To make her amiable: On she came,  Led by her heavenly Maker, though unseen,  And guided by his voice; nor uninformed  Of nuptial sanctity, and marriage rites:  Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye,  In every gesture dignity and love.  I, overjoyed, could not forbear aloud.  This turn hath made amends; thou hast fulfilled  Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign,  Giver of all things fair! but fairest this  Of all thy gifts! nor enviest. I now see  Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself  Before me: Woman is her name; of Man  Extracted: for this cause he shall forego  Father and mother, and to his wife adhere;  And they shall be one flesh, one heart, one soul.  She heard me thus; and though divinely brought,  Yet innocence, and virgin modesty,  Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth,  That would be wooed, and not unsought be won,  Not obvious, not obtrusive, but, retired,  The more desirable; or, to say all,  Nature herself, though pure of sinful thought,  Wrought in her so, that, seeing me, she turned:  I followed her; she what was honour knew,  And with obsequious majesty approved  My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower  I led her blushing like the morn: All Heaven,  And happy constellations, on that hour  Shed their selectest influence; the Earth  Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;  Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs  Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings  Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub,  Disporting, till the amorous bird of night  Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening-star  On his hill top, to light the bridal lamp.  Thus have I told thee all my state, and brought  My story to the sum of earthly bliss,  Which I enjoy; and must confess to find  In all things else delight indeed, but such  As, used or not, works in the mind no change,  Nor vehement desire; these delicacies  I mean of taste, sight, smell, herbs, fruits, and flowers,  Walks, and the melody of birds: but here  Far otherwise, transported I behold,  Transported touch; here passion first I felt,  Commotion strange! in all enjoyments else  Superiour and unmoved; here only weak  Against the charm of Beauty’s powerful glance.  Or Nature failed in me, and left some part  Not proof enough such object to sustain;  Or, from my side subducting, took perhaps  More than enough; at least on her bestowed  Too much of ornament, in outward show  Elaborate, of inward less exact.  For well I understand in the prime end  Of Nature her the inferiour, in the mind  And inward faculties, which most excel;  In outward also her"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the Garden of Eden, the archangel Michael is speaking to Adam after the fall of Man. He advises Adam to beware of passion and to stand firm in his resolve. After the archangel departs, Adam reflects on the change from the familiar conversations between God, angels, and Man to the current state of mistrust and disobedience. He laments the introduction of sin and death into the world. The sun sets and the archangel Gabriel, who had previously driven Satan out of Eden, is now keeping watch at the entrance. However, Satan, who is determined to destroy Man, evades the Cherubim and finds an unsuspected way into Eden.\n\nSETTING: Satan, who has taken the form of a mistletoe, finds Eve sleeping under a tree. He tempts her by playing on her curiosity and vanity, and eventually convinces her to eat the forbidden fruit. Eve then goes to Adam and convinces him to eat the fruit as well, despite his initial reluctance.\n\nSETTING: After eating the fruit, Adam and Eve become aware of their nakedness and sew fig leaves together to cover themselves. They then hear the voice of \n[/INST]\n\nkeep  His great command; take heed lest passion sway  Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will  Would not admit: thine, and of all thy sons,  The weal or woe in thee is placed; beware!  I in thy persevering shall rejoice,  And all the Blest: Stand fast; to stand or fall  Free in thine own arbitrement it lies.  Perfect within, no outward aid require;  And all temptation to transgress repel.  So saying, he arose; whom Adam thus  Followed with benediction. Since to part,  Go, heavenly guest, ethereal Messenger,  Sent from whose sovran goodness I adore!  Gentle to me and affable hath been  Thy condescension, and shall be honoured ever  With grateful memory: Thou to mankind  Be good and friendly still, and oft return!  So parted they; the Angel up to Heaven  From the thick shade, and Adam to his bower.          Book IX      No more of talk where God or Angel guest  With Man, as with his friend, familiar us’d,  To sit indulgent, and with him partake  Rural repast; permitting him the while  Venial discourse unblam’d. I now must change  Those notes to tragick; foul distrust, and breach  Disloyal on the part of Man, revolt,  And disobedience: on the part of Heaven  Now alienated, distance and distaste,  Anger and just rebuke, and judgement given,  That brought into this world a world of woe,  Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery  Death’s harbinger: Sad task! yet argument  Not less but more heroick than the wrath  Of stern Achilles on his foe pursued  Thrice fugitive about Troy wall; or rage  Of Turnus for Lavinia disespous’d;  Or Neptune’s ire, or Juno’s, that so long  Perplexed the Greek, and Cytherea’s son:  If answerable style I can obtain  Of my celestial patroness, who deigns  Her nightly visitation unimplor’d,  And dictates to me slumbering; or inspires  Easy my unpremeditated verse:  Since first this subject for heroick song  Pleas’d me long choosing, and beginning late;  Not sedulous by nature to indite  Wars, hitherto the only argument  Heroick deem’d chief mastery to dissect  With long and tedious havock fabled knights  In battles feign’d; the better fortitude  Of patience and heroick martyrdom  Unsung; or to describe races and games,  Or tilting furniture, imblazon’d shields,  Impresses quaint, caparisons and steeds,  Bases and tinsel trappings, gorgeous knights  At joust and tournament; then marshall’d feast  Serv’d up in hall with sewers and seneshals;  The skill of artifice or office mean,  Not that which justly gives heroick name  To person, or to poem. Me, of these  Nor skill’d nor studious, higher argument  Remains; sufficient of itself to raise  That name, unless an age too late, or cold  Climate, or years, damp my intended wing  Depress’d; and much they may, if all be mine,  Not hers, who brings it nightly to my ear.  The sun was sunk, and after him the star  Of Hesperus, whose office is to bring  Twilight upon the earth, short arbiter  ’Twixt day and night, and now from end to end  Night’s hemisphere had veil’d the horizon round:  When satan, who late fled before the threats  Of Gabriel out of Eden, now improv’d  In meditated fraud and malice, bent  On Man’s destruction, maugre what might hap  Of heavier on himself, fearless returned  By night he fled, and at midnight returned  From compassing the earth; cautious of day,  Since Uriel, regent of the sun, descried  His entrance, and foreworned the Cherubim  That kept their watch; thence full of anguish driven,  The space of seven continued nights he rode  With darkness; thrice the equinoctial line  He circled; four times crossed the car of night  From pole to pole, traversing each colure;  On the eighth returned; and, on the coast averse  From entrance or Cherubick watch, by stealth  Found unsuspected way. There was a place,  Now not, though sin, not time, first wrought the change,  Where Tigris, at the foot of Paradise,  Into a gulf shot under ground, till part  Rose up a fountain by the tree of life:  In with the river sunk, and with it rose  Satan, involved"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning of the epic poem Paradise Lost by John Milton, the angel Abdiel confronts Satan, who has just led a rebellion against God and has been cast out of Heaven. Abdiel, who remained loyal to God, decides to challenge Satan's power and authority.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Satan, who has been cast out of Heaven, sits on his throne and prepares for battle.\n2. Abdiel, who is among the mightiest of the angels, decides to confront Satan.\n3. Abdiel reflects on the fact that Satan still bears a resemblance to the Highest, despite his rebellion against God.\n4. Abdiel decides to test Satan's strength and might, trusting in the aid of the Almighty.\n5. Abdiel steps forward and meets Satan halfway.\n6. Satan is incensed by Abdiel's prevention and defies him.\n7. Abdiel rebukes Satan for his pride and vanity, and reminds him of the power of the Almighty.\n8. Satan scorns Abdiel and accuses him of being a \n[/INST]\n\nlighted from his gorgeous throne, for now  ’Twixt host and host but narrow space was left,  A dreadful interval, and front to front  Presented stood in terrible array  Of hideous length: Before the cloudy van,  On the rough edge of battle ere it joined,  Satan, with vast and haughty strides advanced,  Came towering, armed in adamant and gold;  Abdiel that sight endured not, where he stood  Among the mightiest, bent on highest deeds,  And thus his own undaunted heart explores.  O Heaven! that such resemblance of the Highest  Should yet remain, where faith and realty  Remain not: Wherefore should not strength and might  There fail where virtue fails, or weakest prove  Where boldest, though to fight unconquerable?  His puissance, trusting in the Almighty’s aid,  I mean to try, whose reason I have tried  Unsound and false; nor is it aught but just,  That he, who in debate of truth hath won,  Should win in arms, in both disputes alike  Victor; though brutish that contest and foul,  When reason hath to deal with force, yet so  Most reason is that reason overcome.  So pondering, and from his armed peers  Forth stepping opposite, half-way he met  His daring foe, at this prevention more  Incensed, and thus securely him defied.  Proud, art thou met? thy hope was to have reached  The highth of thy aspiring unopposed,  The throne of God unguarded, and his side  Abandoned, at the terrour of thy power  Or potent tongue: Fool! not to think how vain  Against the Omnipotent to rise in arms;  Who out of smallest things could, without end,  Have raised incessant armies to defeat  Thy folly; or with solitary hand  Reaching beyond all limit, at one blow,  Unaided, could have finished thee, and whelmed  Thy legions under darkness: But thou seest  All are not of thy train; there be, who faith  Prefer, and piety to God, though then  To thee not visible, when I alone  Seemed in thy world erroneous to dissent  From all: My sect thou seest; now learn too late  How few sometimes may know, when thousands err.  Whom the grand foe, with scornful eye askance,  Thus answered. Ill for thee, but in wished hour  Of my revenge, first sought for, thou returnest  From flight, seditious Angel! to receive  Thy merited reward, the first assay  Of this right hand provoked, since first that tongue,  Inspired with contradiction, durst oppose  A third part of the Gods, in synod met  Their deities to assert; who, while they feel  Vigour divine within them, can allow  Omnipotence to none. But well thou comest  Before thy fellows, ambitious to win  From me some plume, that thy success may show  Destruction to the rest: This pause between,  (Unanswered lest thou boast) to let thee know,  At first I thought that Liberty and Heaven  To heavenly souls had been all one; but now  I see that most through sloth had rather serve,  Ministring Spirits, trained up in feast and song!  Such hast thou armed, the minstrelsy of Heaven,  Servility with freedom to contend,  As both their deeds compared this day shall prove.  To whom in brief thus Abdiel stern replied.  Apostate! still thou errest, nor end wilt find  Of erring, from the path of truth remote:  Unjustly thou depravest it with the name  Of servitude, to serve whom God ordains,  Or Nature: God and Nature bid the same,  When he who rules is worthiest, and excels  Them whom he governs. This is servitude,  To serve the unwise, or him who hath rebelled  Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee,  Thyself not free, but to thyself enthralled;  Yet lewdly darest our ministring upbraid.  Reign thou in Hell, thy kingdom; let me serve  In Heaven God ever blest, and his divine  Behests obey, worthiest to be obeyed;  Yet chains in Hell, not realms, expect: Mean while  From me returned, as erst thou saidst, from flight,  This greeting on thy impious crest receive.  So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high,  Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell  On the proud crest of Satan, that no sight,  Nor motion of swift thought, less could"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes a chain of events that takes place in a fictional world. The events are as follows:\n\n1. Giants, who are men of high renown, are born from the mixing of good and bad elements.\n2. These giants are admired for their valor and heroic virtues, which are shown through their ability to overcome in battle and subdue nations.\n3. A righteous man, who is the seventh generation from the speaker, is hated and beset with foes for daring to be just and uttering truth.\n4. The Most High receives this righteous man in a balmy cloud with winged steeds and exempts him from death.\n5. The speaker looks and sees that the face of things has changed - war has ceased and been replaced with jollity, game, luxury, and riot.\n6. A reverend sire comes among the people and declares his dislike for their ways, preaching conversion and repentance to them.\n7. The sire builds a vessel of huge bulk and provisions it for man and beast.\n8. Beasts, birds, insects, the sire and his three sons, and \n[/INST]\n\nwith bad were matched, who of themselves  Abhor to join; and, by imprudence mixed,  Produce prodigious births of body or mind.  Such were these giants, men of high renown;  For in those days might only shall be admired,  And valour and heroick virtue called;  To overcome in battle, and subdue  Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite  Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch  Of human glory; and for glory done  Of triumph, to be styled great conquerours  Patrons of mankind, Gods, and sons of Gods;  Destroyers rightlier called, and plagues of men.  Thus fame shall be achieved, renown on earth;  And what most merits fame, in silence hid.  But he, the seventh from thee, whom thou beheldst  The only righteous in a world preverse,  And therefore hated, therefore so beset  With foes, for daring single to be just,  And utter odious truth, that God would come  To judge them with his Saints; him the Most High  Rapt in a balmy cloud with winged steeds  Did, as thou sawest, receive, to walk with God  High in salvation and the climes of bliss,  Exempt from death; to show thee what reward  Awaits the good; the rest what punishment;  Which now direct thine eyes and soon behold.  He looked, and saw the face of things quite changed;  The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar;  All now was turned to jollity and game,  To luxury and riot, feast and dance;  Marrying or prostituting, as befel,  Rape or adultery, where passing fair  Allured them; thence from cups to civil broils.  At length a reverend sire among them came,  And of their doings great dislike declared,  And testified against their ways; he oft  Frequented their assemblies, whereso met,  Triumphs or festivals; and to them preached  Conversion and repentance, as to souls  In prison, under judgements imminent:  But all in vain: which when he saw, he ceased  Contending, and removed his tents far off;  Then, from the mountain hewing timber tall,  Began to build a vessel of huge bulk;  Measured by cubit, length, and breadth, and highth;  Smeared round with pitch; and in the side a door  Contrived; and of provisions laid in large,  For man and beast: when lo, a wonder strange!  Of every beast, and bird, and insect small,  Came sevens, and pairs; and entered in as taught  Their order: last the sire and his three sons,  With their four wives; and God made fast the door.  Mean while the south-wind rose, and, with black wings  Wide-hovering, all the clouds together drove  From under Heaven; the hills to their supply  Vapour, and exhalation dusk and moist,  Sent up amain; and now the thickened sky  Like a dark ceiling stood; down rushed the rain  Impetuous; and continued, till the earth  No more was seen: the floating vessel swum  Uplifted, and secure with beaked prow  Rode tilting o’er the waves; all dwellings else  Flood overwhelmed, and them with all their pomp  Deep under water rolled; sea covered sea,  Sea without shore; and in their palaces,  Where luxury late reigned, sea-monsters whelped  And stabled; of mankind, so numerous late,  All left, in one small bottom swum imbarked.  How didst thou grieve then, Adam, to behold  The end of all thy offspring, end so sad,  Depopulation! Thee another flood,  Of tears and sorrow a flood, thee also drowned,  And sunk thee as thy sons; till, gently reared  By the Angel, on thy feet thou stoodest at last,  Though comfortless; as when a father mourns  His children, all in view destroyed at once;  And scarce to the Angel utter’dst thus thy plaint.  O visions ill foreseen! Better had I  Lived ignorant of future! so had borne  My part of evil only, each day’s lot  Enough to bear; those now, that were dispensed  The burden of many ages, on me light  At once, by my foreknowledge gaining birth  Abortive, to torment me ere their being,  With thought that they must be. Let no man seek  Henceforth to be foretold, what shall befall  Him or his children; evil he may be sure,  Which neither his foreknowing can prevent;  And he the future evil shall no"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes a debate among fallen angels in Hell, discussing their options in the face of their defeat by the hands of the \"Almighty Victor\" (God). The chain of events is as follows:\n\n1. The fallen angels consider two options: to encamp their legions and scout the realm of Night, or to try to break through Heaven's defenses by force.\n2. They reflect on the futility of these options, acknowledging that even if they succeed in breaking through, their enemy, God, would remain unharmed and ultimately victorious.\n3. The fallen angels realize their only hope is to exhaust God's patience and force Him to unleash His full wrath, which would ultimately lead to their annihilation.\n4. They ponder the consequences of this \"sad cure,\" questioning whether it is preferable to lose their intellectual being and be swallowed up by the \"uncreated Night\" rather than suffer eternal torment.\n5. They consider the possibility that God may not be able or willing to destroy them, and that He may be hesitant to end their suffering out of a desire to punish them eternally.\n6. The \n[/INST]\n\nDeep  Encamp their legions, or with obscure wing  Scout far and wide into the realm of Night,  Scorning surprise. Or, could we break our way  By force, and at our heels all Hell should rise  With blackest insurrection to confound  Heaven’s purest light, yet our great Enemy,  All incorruptible, would on his throne  Sit unpolluted, and th’ ethereal mould,  Incapable of stain, would soon expel  Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire,  Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope  Is flat despair: we must exasperate  Th’ Almighty Victor to spend all his rage;  And that must end us; that must be our cure—  To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose,  Though full of pain, this intellectual being,  Those thoughts that wander through eternity,  To perish rather, swallowed up and lost  In the wide womb of uncreated Night,  Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows,  Let this be good, whether our angry Foe  Can give it, or will ever? How he can  Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.  Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire,  Belike through impotence or unaware,  To give his enemies their wish, and end  Them in his anger whom his anger saves  To punish endless? “Wherefore cease we, then?”  Say they who counsel war; “we are decreed,  Reserved, and destined to eternal woe;  Whatever doing, what can we suffer more,  What can we suffer worse?” Is this, then, worst—  Thus sitting, thus consulting, thus in arms?  What when we fled amain, pursued and struck  With Heaven’s afflicting thunder, and besought  The Deep to shelter us? This Hell then seemed  A refuge from those wounds. Or when we lay  Chained on the burning lake? That sure was worse.  What if the breath that kindled those grim fires,  Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage,  And plunge us in the flames; or from above  Should intermitted vengeance arm again  His red right hand to plague us? What if all  Her stores were opened, and this firmament  Of Hell should spout her cataracts of fire,  Impendent horrors, threatening hideous fall  One day upon our heads; while we perhaps,  Designing or exhorting glorious war,  Caught in a fiery tempest, shall be hurled,  Each on his rock transfixed, the sport and prey  Or racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk  Under yon boiling ocean, wrapt in chains,  There to converse with everlasting groans,  Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved,  Ages of hopeless end? This would be worse.  War, therefore, open or concealed, alike  My voice dissuades; for what can force or guile  With him, or who deceive his mind, whose eye  Views all things at one view? He from Heaven’s height  All these our motions vain sees and derides,  Not more almighty to resist our might  Than wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles.  Shall we, then, live thus vile—the race of Heaven  Thus trampled, thus expelled, to suffer here  Chains and these torments? Better these than worse,  By my advice; since fate inevitable  Subdues us, and omnipotent decree,  The Victor’s will. To suffer, as to do,  Our strength is equal; nor the law unjust  That so ordains. This was at first resolved,  If we were wise, against so great a foe  Contending, and so doubtful what might fall.  I laugh when those who at the spear are bold  And venturous, if that fail them, shrink, and fear  What yet they know must follow—to endure  Exile, or ignominy, or bonds, or pain,  The sentence of their Conqueror. This is now  Our doom; which if we can sustain and bear,  Our Supreme Foe in time may much remit  His anger, and perhaps, thus far removed,  Not mind us not offending, satisfied  With what is punished; whence these raging fires  Will slacken, if his breath stir not their flames.  Our purer essence then will overcome  Their noxious vapour; or, inured, not feel;  Or, changed at length, and to the place conformed  In temper and in nature, will receive  Familiar the fierce heat; and, void of pain,  This horror will grow mild, this darkness light;  Besides what hope the never-ending flight  Of future days may"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The monster, who is later revealed to be Satan, is moving quickly towards the gates of Hell. He comes across another figure, who is revealed to be the Goblin, or Sin, his daughter. The two begin to argue about who has the right to pass through the gates. As they argue, they grow more threatening and assume more terrifying forms. Just as they are about to fight, Sin's mother, Death, interrupts them and reminds them that they are both condemned to live in Hell and serve the one who sits above. Satan, still unaware of who Sin and Death are, demands an explanation. Death then reveals that she is his wife and Sin is their offspring. She explains that she was born from Satan's head during a rebellion in Heaven. Satan is shocked and horrified by this revelation.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nwas now at hand, and from his seat  The monster moving onward came as fast  With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.  Th’ undaunted Fiend what this might be admired—  Admired, not feared (God and his Son except,  Created thing naught valued he nor shunned),  And with disdainful look thus first began:—      “Whence and what art thou, execrable Shape,  That dar’st, 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 asked of thee.  Retire; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,  Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.”      To whom the Goblin, full of wrath, replied:—  “Art thou that traitor Angel? art thou he,  Who first broke peace in Heaven and faith, till then  Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms  Drew after him the third part of Heaven’s sons,  Conjured against the Highest—for which both thou  And they, outcast from God, are here condemned  To waste eternal days in woe and pain?  And reckon’st thou thyself with Spirits of Heaven  Hell-doomed, and breath’st defiance here and scorn,  Where I reign king, and, to enrage thee more,  Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment,  False fugitive; and to thy speed add wings,  Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue  Thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart  Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before.”      So spake the grisly Terror, and in shape,  So speaking and so threatening, grew tenfold,  More dreadful and deform. On th’ other side,  Incensed with indignation, Satan stood  Unterrified, and like a comet burned,  That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge  In th’ arctic sky, and from his horrid hair  Shakes pestilence and war. Each at the head  Levelled his deadly aim; their fatal hands  No second stroke intend; and such a frown  Each cast at th’ other as when two black clouds,  With heaven’s artillery fraught, came rattling on  Over the Caspian,—then stand front to front  Hovering a space, till winds the signal blow  To join their dark encounter in mid-air.  So frowned the mighty combatants that Hell  Grew darker at their frown; so matched they stood;  For never but once more was wither like  To meet so great a foe. And now great deeds  Had been achieved, whereof all Hell had rung,  Had not the snaky Sorceress, that sat  Fast by Hell-gate and kept the fatal key,  Risen, and with hideous outcry rushed between.      “O father, what intends thy hand,” she cried,  “Against thy only son? What fury, O son,  Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart  Against thy father’s head? And know’st for whom?  For him who sits above, and laughs the while  At thee, ordained his drudge to execute  Whate’er his wrath, which he calls justice, bids—  His wrath, which one day will destroy ye both!”      She spake, and at her words the hellish Pest  Forbore: then these to her Satan returned:—      “So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange  Thou interposest, that my sudden hand,  Prevented, spares to tell thee yet by deeds  What it intends, till first I know of thee  What thing thou art, thus double-formed, and why,  In this infernal vale first met, thou call’st  Me father, and that phantasm call’st my son.  I know thee not, nor ever saw till now  Sight more detestable than him and thee.”      T’ whom thus the Portress of Hell-gate replied:—  “Hast thou forgot me, then; and do I seem  Now in thine eye so foul?—once deemed so fair  In Heaven, when at th’ assembly, and in sight  Of all the Seraphim with thee combined  In bold conspiracy against Heaven’s King,  All on a sudden miserable pain  Surprised thee, dim thine eyes and dizzy swum  In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast  Threw forth, till on the left side opening wide,  Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright,  Then shining heavenly fair, a goddess armed,  Out of thy head I sprung. Amazement seized  All th’ host of Heaven; back they recoiled afraid  At first, and called me Sin, and for a sign"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Michael has been ordered by God to expel Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden. Before they leave, Michael is instructed to reveal to Adam the future of mankind and to hide all terror as the couple will be sad about the sentence. God explains that man has become like one of them, knowing good and evil, but should have been happy with knowing good alone. To prevent man from eating from the tree of life and living forever, God orders that they be removed from the garden and sent to till the soil. Michael is to hide all terror as Adam and Eve are softened and bewailing their excess. Adam and Eve have finished their prayers and found strength and new hope.\n\nThe text does not provide a clear chain of events as it jumps between different points in time and different perspectives. The main events are:\n\n1. God orders Michael to expel Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden and reveal future events to Adam.\n2. God explains the reason for their expulsion.\n3. Adam and Eve finish their prayers and find strength and new hope.\n4. Michael prepares for his descent to carry out God's orders.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nnow; and purge him off,  As a distemper, gross, to air as gross,  And mortal food; as may dispose him best  For dissolution wrought by sin, that first  Distempered all things, and of incorrupt  Corrupted. I, at first, with two fair gifts  Created him endowed; with happiness,  And immortality: that fondly lost,  This other served but to eternize woe;  Till I provided death: so death becomes  His final remedy; and, after life,  Tried in sharp tribulation, and refined  By faith and faithful works, to second life,  Waked in the renovation of the just,  Resigns him up with Heaven and Earth renewed.  But let us call to synod all the Blest,  Through Heaven’s wide bounds: from them I will not hide  My judgements; how with mankind I proceed,  As how with peccant Angels late they saw,  And in their state, though firm, stood more confirmed.  He ended, and the Son gave signal high  To the bright minister that watched; he blew  His trumpet, heard in Oreb since perhaps  When God descended, and perhaps once more  To sound at general doom. The angelick blast  Filled all the regions: from their blisful bowers  Of amarantine shade, fountain or spring,  By the waters of life, where’er they sat  In fellowships of joy, the sons of light  Hasted, resorting to the summons high;  And took their seats; till from his throne supreme  The Almighty thus pronounced his sovran will.  O Sons, like one of us Man is become  To know both good and evil, since his taste  Of that defended fruit; but let him boast  His knowledge of good lost, and evil got;  Happier! had it sufficed him to have known  Good by itself, and evil not at all.  He sorrows now, repents, and prays contrite,  My motions in him; longer than they move,  His heart I know, how variable and vain,  Self-left. Lest therefore his now bolder hand  Reach also of the tree of life, and eat,  And live for ever, dream at least to live  For ever, to remove him I decree,  And send him from the garden forth to till  The ground whence he was taken, fitter soil.  Michael, this my behest have thou in charge;  Take to thee from among the Cherubim  Thy choice of flaming warriours, lest the Fiend,  Or in behalf of Man, or to invade  Vacant possession, some new trouble raise:  Haste thee, and from the Paradise of God  Without remorse drive out the sinful pair;  From hallowed ground the unholy; and denounce  To them, and to their progeny, from thence  Perpetual banishment. Yet, lest they faint  At the sad sentence rigorously urged,  (For I behold them softened, and with tears  Bewailing their excess,) all terrour hide.  If patiently thy bidding they obey,  Dismiss them not disconsolate; reveal  To Adam what shall come in future days,  As I shall thee enlighten; intermix  My covenant in the Woman’s seed renewed;  So send them forth, though sorrowing, yet in peace:  And on the east side of the garden place,  Where entrance up from Eden easiest climbs,  Cherubick watch; and of a sword the flame  Wide-waving; all approach far off to fright,  And guard all passage to the tree of life:  Lest Paradise a receptacle prove  To Spirits foul, and all my trees their prey;  With whose stolen fruit Man once more to delude.  He ceased; and the arch-angelick Power prepared  For swift descent; with him the cohort bright  Of watchful Cherubim: four faces each  Had, like a double Janus; all their shape  Spangled with eyes more numerous than those  Of Argus, and more wakeful than to drouse,  Charmed with Arcadian pipe, the pastoral reed  Of Hermes, or his opiate rod. Mean while,  To re-salute the world with sacred light,  Leucothea waked; and with fresh dews imbalmed  The earth; when Adam and first matron Eve  Had ended now their orisons, and found  Strength added from above; new hope to spring  Out of despair; joy, but with fear yet linked;  Which thus to Eve his welcome words renewed.  Eve, easily my faith admit, that all  The good which we enjoy from Heaven descends;  But, that from us aught should ascend to Heaven  So prevalent as"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning, Heaven's appearance changes from brightness to a grateful twilight as night comes. The angelic host, numbering in the millions, rests in their celestial tabernacles, except for those who continuously sing hymns around God's throne. Satan, now called by his new name, cannot sleep due to his deep malice and envy against God's Son, who was honored and proclaimed Messiah King. Driven by pride, Satan resolves to leave Heaven with his legions and prepare a rebellion in the north. He convinces a third of Heaven's host to join him. Meanwhile, God, observing the rebellion from His holy mount, discusses the situation with His Son and plans to defend their high place in Heaven.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nshade  Spring both, the face of brightest Heaven had changed  To grateful twilight, (for night comes not there  In darker veil) and roseate dews disposed  All but the unsleeping eyes of God to rest;  Wide over all the plain, and wider far  Than all this globous earth in plain outspread,  (Such are the courts of God) the angelick throng,  Dispersed in bands and files, their camp extend  By living streams among the trees of life,  Pavilions numberless, and sudden reared,  Celestial tabernacles, where they slept  Fanned with cool winds; save those, who, in their course,  Melodious hymns about the sovran throne  Alternate all night long: but not so waked  Satan; so call him now, his former name  Is heard no more in Heaven; he of the first,  If not the first Arch-Angel, great in power,  In favour and pre-eminence, yet fraught  With envy against the Son of God, that day  Honoured by his great Father, and proclaimed  Messiah King anointed, could not bear  Through pride that sight, and thought himself impaired.  Deep malice thence conceiving and disdain,  Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour  Friendliest to sleep and silence, he resolved  With all his legions to dislodge, and leave  Unworshipt, unobeyed, the throne supreme,  Contemptuous; and his next subordinate  Awakening, thus to him in secret spake.  Sleepest thou, Companion dear? What sleep can close  Thy eye-lids? and rememberest what decree  Of yesterday, so late hath passed the lips  Of Heaven’s Almighty. Thou to me thy thoughts  Wast wont, I mine to thee was wont to impart;  Both waking we were one; how then can now  Thy sleep dissent? New laws thou seest imposed;  New laws from him who reigns, new minds may raise  In us who serve, new counsels to debate  What doubtful may ensue: More in this place  To utter is not safe. Assemble thou  Of all those myriads which we lead the chief;  Tell them, that by command, ere yet dim night  Her shadowy cloud withdraws, I am to haste,  And all who under me their banners wave,  Homeward, with flying march, where we possess  The quarters of the north; there to prepare  Fit entertainment to receive our King,  The great Messiah, and his new commands,  Who speedily through all the hierarchies  Intends to pass triumphant, and give laws.  So spake the false Arch-Angel, and infused  Bad influence into the unwary breast  Of his associate: He together calls,  Or several one by one, the regent Powers,  Under him Regent; tells, as he was taught,  That the Most High commanding, now ere night,  Now ere dim night had disincumbered Heaven,  The great hierarchal standard was to move;  Tells the suggested cause, and casts between  Ambiguous words and jealousies, to sound  Or taint integrity: But all obeyed  The wonted signal, and superiour voice  Of their great Potentate; for great indeed  His name, and high was his degree in Heaven;  His countenance, as the morning-star that guides  The starry flock, allured them, and with lies  Drew after him the third part of Heaven’s host.  Mean while the Eternal eye, whose sight discerns  Abstrusest thoughts, from forth his holy mount,  And from within the golden lamps that burn  Nightly before him, saw without their light  Rebellion rising; saw in whom, how spread  Among the sons of morn, what multitudes  Were banded to oppose his high decree;  And, smiling, to his only Son thus said.  Son, thou in whom my glory I behold  In full resplendence, Heir of all my might,  Nearly it now concerns us to be sure  Of our Omnipotence, and with what arms  We mean to hold what anciently we claim  Of deity or empire: Such a foe  Is rising, who intends to erect his throne  Equal to ours, throughout the spacious north;  Nor so content, hath in his thought to try  In battle, what our power is, or our right.  Let us advise, and to this hazard draw  With speed what force is left, and all employ  In our defence; lest unawares we lose  This our high place, our sanctuary, our hill.  To whom the Son with calm aspect and clear,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the story, the setting is not explicitly described, but it is clear that it takes place in a religious or spiritual realm. The characters are praying and making offerings to a higher power, referred to as the \"Father\" and the \"glad Son.\" The characters are seeking forgiveness and mercy for their misdeeds.\n\nThe chain of events in the story is as follows:\n\n1. The characters express a desire to find warmth and light to replace the fading light of the \"diurnal star\" (the sun).\n2. They consider the possibility of using fire to create warmth, either by reflecting sunlight with matter or by creating a spark through the collision of two bodies.\n3. They reflect on the power of prayer and seek guidance from a higher power.\n4. The characters pray for forgiveness and mercy, and confess their faults.\n5. Their prayers are presented to the Father by the Son, who intercedes on their behalf.\n6. The Father accepts the Son's request and grants forgiveness to the characters.\n7. The characters are allowed to live out their days in a state of grace, and are eventually reunited with the Son in a state of \n[/INST]\n\nseek  Some better shroud, some better warmth to cherish  Our limbs benummed, ere this diurnal star  Leave cold the night, how we his gathered beams  Reflected may with matter sere foment;  Or, by collision of two bodies, grind  The air attrite to fire; as late the clouds  Justling, or pushed with winds, rude in their shock,  Tine the slant lightning; whose thwart flame, driven down  Kindles the gummy bark of fir or pine;  And sends a comfortable heat from far,  Which might supply the sun: Such fire to use,  And what may else be remedy or cure  To evils which our own misdeeds have wrought,  He will instruct us praying, and of grace  Beseeching him; so as we need not fear  To pass commodiously this life, sustained  By him with many comforts, till we end  In dust, our final rest and native home.  What better can we do, than, to the place  Repairing where he judged us, prostrate fall  Before him reverent; and there confess  Humbly our faults, and pardon beg; with tears  Watering the ground, and with our sighs the air  Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign  Of sorrow unfeigned, and humiliation meek.  Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn  From his displeasure; in whose look serene,  When angry most he seemed and most severe,  What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone?  So spake our father penitent; nor Eve  Felt less remorse: they, forthwith to the place  Repairing where he judged them, prostrate fell  Before him reverent; and both confessed  Humbly their faults, and pardon begged; with tears  Watering the ground, and with their sighs the air  Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign  Of sorrow unfeigned, and humiliation meek.          Book XI      Thus they, in lowliest plight, repentant stood  Praying; for from the mercy-seat above  Prevenient grace descending had removed  The stony from their hearts, and made new flesh  Regenerate grow instead; that sighs now breathed  Unutterable; which the Spirit of prayer  Inspired, and winged for Heaven with speedier flight  Than loudest oratory: Yet their port  Not of mean suitors; nor important less  Seemed their petition, than when the ancient pair  In fables old, less ancient yet than these,  Deucalion and chaste Pyrrha, to restore  The race of mankind drowned, before the shrine  Of Themis stood devout. To Heaven their prayers  Flew up, nor missed the way, by envious winds  Blown vagabond or frustrate: in they passed  Dimensionless through heavenly doors; then clad  With incense, where the golden altar fumed,  By their great intercessour, came in sight  Before the Father’s throne: them the glad Son  Presenting, thus to intercede began.  See Father, what first-fruits on earth are sprung  From thy implanted grace in Man; these sighs  And prayers, which in this golden censer mixed  With incense, I thy priest before thee bring;  Fruits of more pleasing savour, from thy seed  Sown with contrition in his heart, than those  Which, his own hand manuring, all the trees  Of Paradise could have produced, ere fallen  From innocence. Now therefore, bend thine ear  To supplication; hear his sighs, though mute;  Unskilful with what words to pray, let me  Interpret for him; me, his advocate  And propitiation; all his works on me,  Good, or not good, ingraft; my merit those  Shall perfect, and for these my death shall pay.  Accept me; and, in me, from these receive  The smell of peace toward mankind: let him live  Before thee reconciled, at least his days  Numbered, though sad; till death, his doom, (which I  To mitigate thus plead, not to reverse,)  To better life shall yield him: where with me  All my redeemed may dwell in joy and bliss;  Made one with me, as I with thee am one.  To whom the Father, without cloud, serene.  All thy request for Man, accepted Son,  Obtain; all thy request was my decree:  But, longer in that Paradise to dwell,  The law I gave to Nature him forbids:  Those pure immortal elements, that know,  No gross, no unharmonious mixture foul,  Eject him, tainted"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins with the character of Adam looking at a rib that has been drawn out of his body. He wonders why God created women, as they will only cause trouble and distress in the world. He turns away from Eve, who falls at his feet and begs him not to abandon her. She explains that she loves him and has offended him unintentionally. She pleads with him to not withdraw his help, counsel, and gentle looks, as she depends on him for strength and support. Eve acknowledges that she has sinned against both God and Adam, and is willing to bear the punishment for her actions. Her lowly plight moves Adam, and he relents towards her. He tells her that she should bear the punishment for her own sins, and that he will try to lighten her burden in their shared woe. Eve, grateful for Adam's forgiveness, tells him that she has a plan to relieve their extremes. The story takes place in the Garden of Eden.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. Adam looks at a rib that has been drawn out of his body.\n2. He wonders why God created women, and \n[/INST]\n\na rib  Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears,  More to the part sinister, from me drawn;  Well if thrown out, as supernumerary  To my just number found. O! why did God,  Creator wise, that peopled highest Heaven  With Spirits masculine, create at last  This novelty on earth, this fair defect  Of nature, and not fill the world at once  With Men, as Angels, without feminine;  Or find some other way to generate  Mankind? This mischief had not been befallen,  And more that shall befall; innumerable  Disturbances on earth through female snares,  And strait conjunction with this sex: for either  He never shall find out fit mate, but such  As some misfortune brings him, or mistake;  Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain  Through her perverseness, but shall see her gained  By a far worse; or, if she love, withheld  By parents; or his happiest choice too late  Shall meet, already linked and wedlock-bound  To a fell adversary, his hate or shame:  Which infinite calamity shall cause  To human life, and houshold peace confound.  He added not, and from her turned; but Eve,  Not so repulsed, with tears that ceased not flowing  And tresses all disordered, at his feet  Fell humble; and, embracing them, besought  His peace, and thus proceeded in her plaint.  Forsake me not thus, Adam! witness Heaven  What love sincere, and reverence in my heart  I bear thee, and unweeting have offended,  Unhappily deceived! Thy suppliant  I beg, and clasp thy knees; bereave me not,  Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid,  Thy counsel, in this uttermost distress,  My only strength and stay: Forlorn of thee,  Whither shall I betake me, where subsist?  While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps,  Between us two let there be peace; both joining,  As joined in injuries, one enmity  Against a foe by doom express assigned us,  That cruel Serpent: On me exercise not  Thy hatred for this misery befallen;  On me already lost, me than thyself  More miserable! Both have sinned; but thou  Against God only; I against God and thee;  And to the place of judgement will return,  There with my cries importune Heaven; that all  The sentence, from thy head removed, may light  On me, sole cause to thee of all this woe;  Me, me only, just object of his ire!  She ended weeping; and her lowly plight,  Immoveable, till peace obtained from fault  Acknowledged and deplored, in Adam wrought  Commiseration: Soon his heart relented  Towards her, his life so late, and sole delight,  Now at his feet submissive in distress;  Creature so fair his reconcilement seeking,  His counsel, whom she had displeased, his aid:  As one disarmed, his anger all he lost,  And thus with peaceful words upraised her soon.  Unwary, and too desirous, as before,  So now of what thou knowest not, who desirest  The punishment all on thyself; alas!  Bear thine own first, ill able to sustain  His full wrath, whose thou feelest as yet least part,  And my displeasure bearest so ill. If prayers  Could alter high decrees, I to that place  Would speed before thee, and be louder heard,  That on my head all might be visited;  Thy frailty and infirmer sex forgiven,  To me committed, and by me exposed.  But rise;—let us no more contend, nor blame  Each other, blamed enough elsewhere; but strive  In offices of love, how we may lighten  Each other’s burden, in our share of woe;  Since this day’s death denounced, if aught I see,  Will prove no sudden, but a slow-paced evil;  A long day’s dying, to augment our pain;  And to our seed (O hapless seed!) derived.  To whom thus Eve, recovering heart, replied.  Adam, by sad experiment I know  How little weight my words with thee can find,  Found so erroneous; thence by just event  Found so unfortunate: Nevertheless,  Restored by thee, vile as I am, to place  Of new acceptance, hopeful to regain  Thy love, the sole contentment of my heart  Living or dying, from thee I will not hide  What thoughts in my unquiet breast are risen,  Tending to some relief of our extremes,  Or"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins in the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve live. The angelic virtue, who is later revealed to be the archangel Raphael, comes to visit Adam and Eve. They all go to a bower that is adorned with flowers and fragrant smells. Eve, who is more lovely than any wood-nymph or goddess, stands to welcome their guest. The angel greets Eve as the Mother of Mankind and praises her fruitful womb. They sit down to eat a meal of fruits and vegetables that the earth has yielded. The angel and Adam discuss the nature of food and how everything that is created needs to be sustained and fed. The angel explains that the food that God gives to humans is spiritual and can be found to be no ingrateful food to pure spirits. The angel and Adam eat the food with real hunger and concoctive heat. Eve ministers to them naked and they drink pleasant liquors. After they finish eating, Adam's mind suddenly arises to learn more about the things above his world and the beings who dwell in Heaven. The archangel Raphael begins to tell Adam about the creation of the world and the fall of the ang \n[/INST]\n\nwhat the garden choicest bears  To sit and taste, till this meridian heat  Be over, and the sun more cool decline.  Whom thus the angelick Virtue answered mild.  Adam, I therefore came; nor art thou such  Created, or such place hast here to dwell,  As may not oft invite, though Spirits of Heaven,  To visit thee; lead on then where thy bower  O’ershades; for these mid-hours, till evening rise,  I have at will. So to the sylvan lodge  They came, that like Pomona’s arbour smiled,  With flowerets decked, and fragrant smells; but Eve,  Undecked save with herself, more lovely fair  Than Wood-Nymph, or the fairest Goddess feigned  Of three that in mount Ida naked strove,  Stood to entertain her guest from Heaven; no veil  She needed, virtue-proof; no thought infirm  Altered her cheek. On whom the Angel Hail  Bestowed, the holy salutation used  Long after to blest Mary, second Eve.  Hail, Mother of Mankind, whose fruitful womb  Shall fill the world more numerous with thy sons,  Than with these various fruits the trees of God  Have heaped this table!—Raised of grassy turf  Their table was, and mossy seats had round,  And on her ample square from side to side  All autumn piled, though spring and autumn here  Danced hand in hand. A while discourse they hold;  No fear lest dinner cool; when thus began  Our author. Heavenly stranger, please to taste  These bounties, which our Nourisher, from whom  All perfect good, unmeasured out, descends,  To us for food and for delight hath caused  The earth to yield; unsavoury food perhaps  To spiritual natures; only this I know,  That one celestial Father gives to all.  To whom the Angel. Therefore what he gives  (Whose praise be ever sung) to Man in part  Spiritual, may of purest Spirits be found  No ingrateful food: And food alike those pure  Intelligential substances require,  As doth your rational; and both contain  Within them every lower faculty  Of sense, whereby they hear, see, smell, touch, taste,  Tasting concoct, digest, assimilate,  And corporeal to incorporeal turn.  For know, whatever was created, needs  To be sustained and fed: Of elements  The grosser feeds the purer, earth the sea,  Earth and the sea feed air, the air those fires  Ethereal, and as lowest first the moon;  Whence in her visage round those spots, unpurged  Vapours not yet into her substance turned.  Nor doth the moon no nourishment exhale  From her moist continent to higher orbs.  The sun that light imparts to all, receives  From all his alimental recompence  In humid exhalations, and at even  Sups with the ocean. Though in Heaven the trees  Of life ambrosial fruitage bear, and vines  Yield nectar; though from off the boughs each morn  We brush mellifluous dews, and find the ground  Covered with pearly grain: Yet God hath here  Varied his bounty so with new delights,  As may compare with Heaven; and to taste  Think not I shall be nice. So down they sat,  And to their viands fell; nor seemingly  The Angel, nor in mist, the common gloss  Of Theologians; but with keen dispatch  Of real hunger, and concoctive heat  To transubstantiate: What redounds, transpires  Through Spirits with ease; nor wonder; if by fire  Of sooty coal the empirick alchemist  Can turn, or holds it possible to turn,  Metals of drossiest ore to perfect gold,  As from the mine. Mean while at table Eve  Ministered naked, and their flowing cups  With pleasant liquours crowned: O innocence  Deserving Paradise! if ever, then,  Then had the sons of God excuse to have been  Enamoured at that sight; but in those hearts  Love unlibidinous reigned, nor jealousy  Was understood, the injured lover’s hell.  Thus when with meats and drinks they had sufficed,  Not burdened nature, sudden mind arose  In Adam, not to let the occasion pass  Given him by this great conference to know  Of things above his world, and of their being  Who dwell in Heaven, whose excellence he saw  Transcend his own so far; whose radiant forms,  Divine effulgence, whose high power, so far"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning of the text, God's spirit is described as being composed and submissive. God speaks to Adam about the future deliverance of mankind by the Woman's seed. Afterward, Adam and God descend the hill and find Eve awake. Eve speaks about her dream and consoles Adam, who is banished from Paradise because of her wilful crime. However, she is still hopeful that the Promised Seed will restore all that was lost. The Arch-Angel and Cherubim then appear with a flaming sword, driving Adam and Eve out of Paradise and to the eastern gate. The text ends with Adam and Eve looking back at their former home and setting off to find a new place of rest with Providence as their guide.</s> \n[/INST]\n\ngood, and all her spirits composed  To meek submission: thou, at season fit,  Let her with thee partake what thou hast heard;  Chiefly what may concern her faith to know,  The great deliverance by her seed to come  (For by the Woman’s seed) on all mankind:  That ye may live, which will be many days,  Both in one faith unanimous, though sad,  With cause, for evils past; yet much more cheered  With meditation on the happy end.  He ended, and they both descend the hill;  Descended, Adam to the bower, where Eve  Lay sleeping, ran before; but found her waked;  And thus with words not sad she him received.  Whence thou returnest, and whither wentest, I know;  For God is also in sleep; and dreams advise,  Which he hath sent propitious, some great good  Presaging, since with sorrow and heart’s distress  Wearied I fell asleep: But now lead on;  In me is no delay; with thee to go,  Is to stay here; without thee here to stay,  Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me  Art all things under Heaven, all places thou,  Who for my wilful crime art banished hence.  This further consolation yet secure  I carry hence; though all by me is lost,  Such favour I unworthy am vouchsafed,  By me the Promised Seed shall all restore.  So spake our mother Eve; and Adam heard  Well pleased, but answered not: For now, too nigh  The Arch-Angel stood; and, from the other hill  To their fixed station, all in bright array  The Cherubim descended; on the ground  Gliding meteorous, as evening-mist  Risen from a river o’er the marish glides,  And gathers ground fast at the labourer’s heel  Homeward returning. High in front advanced,  The brandished sword of God before them blazed,  Fierce as a comet; which with torrid heat,  And vapour as the Libyan air adust,  Began to parch that temperate clime; whereat  In either hand the hastening Angel caught  Our lingering parents, and to the eastern gate  Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast  To the subjected plain; then disappeared.  They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld  Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,  Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate  With dreadful faces thronged, and fiery arms:  Some natural tears they dropt, but wiped them soon;  The world was all before them, where to choose  Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:  They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,  Through Eden took their solitary way."
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes the creation of the world and all living creatures, followed by the creation of Adam, the first man.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. The world is created, and living creatures, including cattle, wild beasts, insects, and worms, emerge from the earth.\n2. The river-horse and crocodile appear, occupying the space between sea and land.\n3. God decides to create a creature in his own image, endowed with reason and the ability to govern the rest of creation.\n4. God creates Adam, the first man, from the dust of the ground and breathes the breath of life into him.\n5. God creates Eve, Adam's consort, for the purpose of procreation.\n6. God blesses mankind and commands them to be fruitful, multiply, and fill the earth.\n7. God grants Adam and Eve dominion over all living things on earth.\n8. Adam and Eve are placed in the Garden of Eden, a paradise filled with trees bearing delicious and delectable fruit.\n9. God forbids Adam and Eve from eating the fruit of a specific tree in the garden. \n[/INST]\n\nand straight  Opening her fertile womb teemed at a birth  Innumerous living creatures, perfect forms,  Limbed and full grown: Out of the ground up rose,  As from his lair, the wild beast where he wons  In forest wild, in thicket, brake, or den;  Among the trees in pairs they rose, they walked:  The cattle in the fields and meadows green:  Those rare and solitary, these in flocks  Pasturing at once, and in broad herds upsprung.  The grassy clods now calved; now half appeared  The tawny lion, pawing to get free  His hinder parts, then springs as broke from bonds,  And rampant shakes his brinded mane; the ounce,  The libbard, and the tiger, as the mole  Rising, the crumbled earth above them threw  In hillocks: The swift stag from under ground  Bore up his branching head: Scarce from his mould  Behemoth biggest born of earth upheaved  His vastness: Fleeced the flocks and bleating rose,  As plants: Ambiguous between sea and land  The river-horse, and scaly crocodile.  At once came forth whatever creeps the ground,  Insect or worm: those waved their limber fans  For wings, and smallest lineaments exact  In all the liveries decked of summer’s pride  With spots of gold and purple, azure and green:  These, as a line, their long dimension drew,  Streaking the ground with sinuous trace; not all  Minims of nature; some of serpent-kind,  Wonderous in length and corpulence, involved  Their snaky folds, and added wings. First crept  The parsimonious emmet, provident  Of future; in small room large heart enclosed;  Pattern of just equality perhaps  Hereafter, joined in her popular tribes  Of commonalty: Swarming next appeared  The female bee, that feeds her husband drone  Deliciously, and builds her waxen cells  With honey stored: The rest are numberless,  And thou their natures knowest, and gavest them names,  Needless to thee repeated; nor unknown  The serpent, subtlest beast of all the field,  Of huge extent sometimes, with brazen eyes  And hairy mane terrifick, though to thee  Not noxious, but obedient at thy call.  Now Heaven in all her glory shone, and rolled  Her motions, as the great first Mover’s hand  First wheeled their course: Earth in her rich attire  Consummate lovely smiled; air, water, earth,  By fowl, fish, beast, was flown, was swum, was walked,  Frequent; and of the sixth day yet remained:  There wanted yet the master-work, the end  Of all yet done; a creature, who, not prone  And brute as other creatures, but endued  With sanctity of reason, might erect  His stature, and upright with front serene  Govern the rest, self-knowing; and from thence  Magnanimous to correspond with Heaven,  But grateful to acknowledge whence his good  Descends, thither with heart, and voice, and eyes  Directed in devotion, to adore  And worship God Supreme, who made him chief  Of all his works: therefore the Omnipotent  Eternal Father (for where is not he  Present?) thus to his Son audibly spake.  Let us make now Man in our image, Man  In our similitude, and let them rule  Over the fish and fowl of sea and air,  Beast of the field, and over all the Earth,  And every creeping thing that creeps the ground.  This said, he formed thee, Adam, thee, O Man,  Dust of the ground, and in thy nostrils breathed  The breath of life; in his own image he  Created thee, in the image of God  Express; and thou becamest a living soul.  Male he created thee; but thy consort  Female, for race; then blessed mankind, and said,  Be fruitful, multiply, and fill the Earth;  Subdue it, and throughout dominion hold  Over fish of the sea, and fowl of the air,  And every living thing that moves on the Earth.  Wherever thus created, for no place  Is yet distinct by name, thence, as thou knowest,  He brought thee into this delicious grove,  This garden, planted with the trees of God,  Delectable both to behold and taste;  And freely all their pleasant fruit for food  Gave thee; all sorts are here that all the Earth yields,  Variety without end; but of the tree,  Which, tasted,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve live in harmony with nature and all of God's creatures. The tempter, in the form of a serpent, approaches Eve and begins to speak to her in a language she can understand.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. The tempter, in the form of a serpent, approaches Eve and begins to speak to her in a language she can understand.\n2. Eve is surprised and marvels at the fact that the serpent can speak and express human sense.\n3. The tempter tells Eve that he was once a mere beast, but after eating the fruit from a certain tree, he gained the ability to reason and speak.\n4. Eve becomes even more amazed and asks the serpent how he came to be so friendly and how he learned to speak.\n5. The tempter describes the tree that he ate from and how he was able to reach the fruit despite its height.\n6. He then tells Eve that after eating the fruit, he gained reason and the ability to speak, and that he has since contemplated all things visible in Heaven, Earth, and the Middle.\n7. \n[/INST]\n\nair,  His fraudulent temptation thus began.  Wonder not, sovran Mistress, if perhaps  Thou canst, who art sole wonder! much less arm  Thy looks, the Heaven of mildness, with disdain,  Displeased that I approach thee thus, and gaze  Insatiate; I thus single; nor have feared  Thy awful brow, more awful thus retired.  Fairest resemblance of thy Maker fair,  Thee all things living gaze on, all things thine  By gift, and thy celestial beauty adore  With ravishment beheld! there best beheld,  Where universally admired; but here  In this enclosure wild, these beasts among,  Beholders rude, and shallow to discern  Half what in thee is fair, one man except,  Who sees thee? and what is one? who should be seen  A Goddess among Gods, adored and served  By Angels numberless, thy daily train.  So glozed the Tempter, and his proem tuned:  Into the heart of Eve his words made way,  Though at the voice much marvelling; at length,  Not unamazed, she thus in answer spake.  What may this mean? language of man pronounced  By tongue of brute, and human sense expressed?  The first, at least, of these I thought denied  To beasts; whom God, on their creation-day,  Created mute to all articulate sound:  The latter I demur; for in their looks  Much reason, and in their actions, oft appears.  Thee, Serpent, subtlest beast of all the field  I knew, but not with human voice endued;  Redouble then this miracle, and say,  How camest thou speakable of mute, and how  To me so friendly grown above the rest  Of brutal kind, that daily are in sight?  Say, for such wonder claims attention due.  To whom the guileful Tempter thus replied.  Empress of this fair world, resplendent Eve!  Easy to me it is to tell thee all  What thou commandest; and right thou shouldst be obeyed:  I was at first as other beasts that graze  The trodden herb, of abject thoughts and low,  As was my food; nor aught but food discerned  Or sex, and apprehended nothing high:  Till, on a day roving the field, I chanced  A goodly tree far distant to behold  Loaden with fruit of fairest colours mixed,  Ruddy and gold: I nearer drew to gaze;  When from the boughs a savoury odour blown,  Grateful to appetite, more pleased my sense  Than smell of sweetest fennel, or the teats  Of ewe or goat dropping with milk at even,  Unsucked of lamb or kid, that tend their play.  To satisfy the sharp desire I had  Of tasting those fair apples, I resolved  Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once,  Powerful persuaders, quickened at the scent  Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.  About the mossy trunk I wound me soon;  For, high from ground, the branches would require  Thy utmost reach or Adam’s: Round the tree  All other beasts that saw, with like desire  Longing and envying stood, but could not reach.  Amid the tree now got, where plenty hung  Tempting so nigh, to pluck and eat my fill  I spared not; for, such pleasure till that hour,  At feed or fountain, never had I found.  Sated at length, ere long I might perceive  Strange alteration in me, to degree  Of reason in my inward powers; and speech  Wanted not long; though to this shape retained.  Thenceforth to speculations high or deep  I turned my thoughts, and with capacious mind  Considered all things visible in Heaven,  Or Earth, or Middle; all things fair and good:  But all that fair and good in thy divine  Semblance, and in thy beauty’s heavenly ray,  United I beheld; no fair to thine  Equivalent or second! which compelled  Me thus, though importune perhaps, to come  And gaze, and worship thee of right declared  Sovran of creatures, universal Dame!  So talked the spirited sly Snake; and Eve,  Yet more amazed, unwary thus replied.  Serpent, thy overpraising leaves in doubt  The virtue of that fruit, in thee first proved:  But say, where grows the tree? from hence how far?  For many are the trees of God that grow  In Paradise, and various, yet unknown  To us; in such abundance lies our choice,  As leaves a greater store of fruit untouched,  Still hanging"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is the Garden of Eden, where Eve is spending her time alone, admiring the beauty of the place. She comes across a beautiful flowery plot, which she finds very appealing. Suddenly, she notices a serpent, who is actually Satan in a serpent's form. The serpent approaches Eve, admiring her beauty and trying to lure her. Initially, Eve is not aware of the serpent's presence and is busy with her thoughts. However, when she finally notices the serpent, she is not afraid as she is used to the presence of animals in the garden. The serpent, taking advantage of Eve's attention, starts to fawn over her, bowing its head, licking the ground where she walks, and trying to engage her in conversation.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nthose gardens feigned  Or of revived Adonis, or renowned  Alcinous, host of old Laertes’ son;  Or that, not mystick, where the sapient king  Held dalliance with his fair Egyptian spouse.  Much he the place admired, the person more.  As one who long in populous city pent,  Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air,  Forth issuing on a summer’s morn, to breathe  Among the pleasant villages and farms  Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight;  The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine,  Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound;  If chance, with nymph-like step, fair virgin pass,  What pleasing seemed, for her now pleases more;  She most, and in her look sums all delight:  Such pleasure took the Serpent to behold  This flowery plat, the sweet recess of Eve  Thus early, thus alone: Her heavenly form  Angelick, but more soft, and feminine,  Her graceful innocence, her every air  Of gesture, or least action, overawed  His malice, and with rapine sweet bereaved  His fierceness of the fierce intent it brought:  That space the Evil-one abstracted stood  From his own evil, and for the time remained  Stupidly good; of enmity disarmed,  Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge:  But the hot Hell that always in him burns,  Though in mid Heaven, soon ended his delight,  And tortures him now more, the more he sees  Of pleasure, not for him ordained: then soon  Fierce hate he recollects, and all his thoughts  Of mischief, gratulating, thus excites.  Thoughts, whither have ye led me! with what sweet  Compulsion thus transported, to forget  What hither brought us! hate, not love; nor hope  Of Paradise for Hell, hope here to taste  Of pleasure; but all pleasure to destroy,  Save what is in destroying; other joy  To me is lost. Then, let me not let pass  Occasion which now smiles; behold alone  The woman, opportune to all attempts,  Her husband, for I view far round, not nigh,  Whose higher intellectual more I shun,  And strength, of courage haughty, and of limb  Heroick built, though of terrestrial mould;  Foe not informidable! exempt from wound,  I not; so much hath Hell debased, and pain  Enfeebled me, to what I was in Heaven.  She fair, divinely fair, fit love for Gods!  Not terrible, though terrour be in love  And beauty, not approached by stronger hate,  Hate stronger, under show of love well feigned;  The way which to her ruin now I tend.  So spake the enemy of mankind, enclosed  In serpent, inmate bad! and toward Eve  Addressed his way: not with indented wave,  Prone on the ground, as since; but on his rear,  Circular base of rising folds, that towered  Fold above fold, a surging maze! his head  Crested aloft, and carbuncle his eyes;  With burnished neck of verdant gold, erect  Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass  Floated redundant: pleasing was his shape  And lovely; never since of serpent-kind  Lovelier, not those that in Illyria changed,  Hermione and Cadmus, or the god  In Epidaurus; nor to which transformed  Ammonian Jove, or Capitoline, was seen;  He with Olympias; this with her who bore  Scipio, the highth of Rome. With tract oblique  At first, as one who sought access, but feared  To interrupt, side-long he works his way.  As when a ship, by skilful steersmen wrought  Nigh river’s mouth or foreland, where the wind  Veers oft, as oft so steers, and shifts her sail:  So varied he, and of his tortuous train  Curled many a wanton wreath in sight of Eve,  To lure her eye; she, busied, heard the sound  Of rusling leaves, but minded not, as used  To such disport before her through the field,  From every beast; more duteous at her call,  Than at Circean call the herd disguised.  He, bolder now, uncalled before her stood,  But as in gaze admiring: oft he bowed  His turret crest, and sleek enamelled neck,  Fawning; and licked the ground whereon she trod.  His gentle dumb expression turned at length  The eye of Eve to mark his play; he, glad  Of her attention gained, with serpent-tongue  Organick, or impulse of vocal"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In Hell, a grand council is called at Pandemonium, the capital of Satan and his peers, after the fall of Satan and his crew from Heaven. The winged heralds announce the council by command of a sovereign power with a solemn ceremony and trumpet sound. The worthy spirits from every band and regiment attend the council. They throng the gates, porches, and the spacious hall, which resembles a covered field where champions ride in armed. The airy crowd swarms and is reduced to smallest forms, like a pygmean race or faery elves. Inside the hall, in their own dimensions, the great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim sit in close recess and secret conclave. Satan, exalted on a throne, displays his proud imaginations and speaks of recovering from the loss and claiming their just inheritance of old in Hell.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nhave built in Heaven high towers; nor did he scape  By all his engines, but was headlong sent,  With his industrious crew, to build in Hell.      Meanwhile the winged Heralds, by command  Of sovereign power, with awful ceremony  And trumpet’s sound, throughout the host proclaim  A solemn council forthwith to be held  At Pandemonium, the high capital  Of Satan and his peers. Their summons called  From every band and squared regiment  By place or choice the worthiest: they anon  With hundreds and with thousands trooping came  Attended. All access was thronged; the gates  And porches wide, but chief the spacious hall  (Though like a covered field, where champions bold  Wont ride in armed, and at the Soldan’s chair  Defied the best of Paynim chivalry  To mortal combat, or career with lance),  Thick swarmed, both on the ground and in the air,  Brushed with the hiss of rustling wings. As bees  In spring-time, when the Sun with Taurus rides.  Pour forth their populous youth about the hive  In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers  Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank,  The suburb of their straw-built citadel,  New rubbed with balm, expatiate, and confer  Their state-affairs: so thick the airy crowd  Swarmed and were straitened; till, the signal given,  Behold a wonder! They but now who seemed  In bigness to surpass Earth’s giant sons,  Now less than smallest dwarfs, in narrow room  Throng numberless—like that pygmean race  Beyond the Indian mount; or faery elves,  Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side  Or fountain, some belated peasant sees,  Or dreams he sees, while overhead the Moon  Sits arbitress, and nearer to the Earth  Wheels her pale course: they, on their mirth and dance  Intent, with jocund music charm his ear;  At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.  Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms  Reduced their shapes immense, and were at large,  Though without number still, amidst the hall  Of that infernal court. But far within,  And in their own dimensions like themselves,  The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim  In close recess and secret conclave sat,  A thousand demi-gods on golden seats,  Frequent and full. After short silence then,  And summons read, the great consult began.          Book II      High on a throne of royal state, which far  Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,  Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand  Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,  Satan exalted sat, by merit raised  To that bad eminence; and, from despair  Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires  Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue  Vain war with Heaven; and, by success untaught,  His proud imaginations thus displayed:—      “Powers and Dominions, Deities of Heaven!—  For, since no deep within her gulf can hold  Immortal vigour, though oppressed and fallen,  I give not Heaven for lost: from this descent  Celestial Virtues rising will appear  More glorious and more dread than from no fall,  And trust themselves to fear no second fate!—  Me though just right, and the fixed laws of Heaven,  Did first create your leader—next, free choice  With what besides in council or in fight  Hath been achieved of merit—yet this loss,  Thus far at least recovered, hath much more  Established in a safe, unenvied throne,  Yielded with full consent. The happier state  In Heaven, which follows dignity, might draw  Envy from each inferior; but who here  Will envy whom the highest place exposes  Foremost to stand against the Thunderer’s aim  Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share  Of endless pain? Where there is, then, no good  For which to strive, no strife can grow up there  From faction: for none sure will claim in Hell  Precedence; none whose portion is so small  Of present pain that with ambitious mind  Will covet more! With this advantage, then,  To union, and firm faith, and firm accord,  More than can be in Heaven, we now return  To claim our just inheritance of old,  Surer to prosper than prosperity  Could have"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins with the description of Mount Carmel and the river Jordan, which flows into the sea with seven mouths. Abraham's descendants, including his son and grandson, settle in Canaan and later migrate to Egypt due to a famine. The grandson has twelve sons, who grow into a nation in Egypt. However, the Egyptians enslave them and kill their infant males. God sends Moses and Aaron to free the Israelites from slavery, and Pharaoh, the Egyptian king, refuses to let them go despite facing several plagues. Eventually, the Pharaoh lets them go, but he pursues them to the Red Sea, where God intervenes and the sea swallows the Egyptian army. The Israelites then journey through the wilderness to Mount Sinai, where God gives them laws through Moses.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. Description of Mount Carmel and the river Jordan.\n2. Abraham's descendants settle in Canaan and later migrate to Egypt.\n3. The Israelites grow into a nation in Egypt.\n4. The Egyptians enslave the Israelites and kill their infant males.\n \n[/INST]\n\nshore  Mount Carmel; here, the double-founted stream,  Jordan, true limit eastward; but his sons  Shall dwell to Senir, that long ridge of hills.  This ponder, that all nations of the earth  Shall in his seed be blessed: By that seed  Is meant thy great Deliverer, who shall bruise  The Serpent’s head; whereof to thee anon  Plainlier shall be revealed. This patriarch blest,  Whom faithful Abraham due time shall call,  A son, and of his son a grand-child, leaves;  Like him in faith, in wisdom, and renown:  The grandchild, with twelve sons increased, departs  From Canaan to a land hereafter called  Egypt, divided by the river Nile  See where it flows, disgorging at seven mouths  Into the sea. To sojourn in that land  He comes, invited by a younger son  In time of dearth, a son whose worthy deeds  Raise him to be the second in that realm  Of Pharaoh. There he dies, and leaves his race  Growing into a nation, and now grown  Suspected to a sequent king, who seeks  To stop their overgrowth, as inmate guests  Too numerous; whence of guests he makes them slaves  Inhospitably, and kills their infant males:  Till by two brethren (these two brethren call  Moses and Aaron) sent from God to claim  His people from enthralment, they return,  With glory and spoil, back to their promised land.  But first, the lawless tyrant, who denies  To know their God, or message to regard,  Must be compelled by signs and judgements dire;  To blood unshed the rivers must be turned;  Frogs, lice, and flies, must all his palace fill  With loathed intrusion, and fill all the land;  His cattle must of rot and murren die;  Botches and blains must all his flesh emboss,  And all his people; thunder mixed with hail,  Hail mixed with fire, must rend the Egyptians sky,  And wheel on the earth, devouring where it rolls;  What it devours not, herb, or fruit, or grain,  A darksome cloud of locusts swarming down  Must eat, and on the ground leave nothing green;  Darkness must overshadow all his bounds,  Palpable darkness, and blot out three days;  Last, with one midnight stroke, all the first-born  Of Egypt must lie dead. Thus with ten wounds  The river-dragon tamed at length submits  To let his sojourners depart, and oft  Humbles his stubborn heart; but still, as ice  More hardened after thaw; till, in his rage  Pursuing whom he late dismissed, the sea  Swallows him with his host; but them lets pass,  As on dry land, between two crystal walls;  Awed by the rod of Moses so to stand  Divided, till his rescued gain their shore:  Such wondrous power God to his saint will lend,  Though present in his Angel; who shall go  Before them in a cloud, and pillar of fire;  By day a cloud, by night a pillar of fire;  To guide them in their journey, and remove  Behind them, while the obdurate king pursues:  All night he will pursue; but his approach  Darkness defends between till morning watch;  Then through the fiery pillar, and the cloud,  God looking forth will trouble all his host,  And craze their chariot-wheels: when by command  Moses once more his potent rod extends  Over the sea; the sea his rod obeys;  On their embattled ranks the waves return,  And overwhelm their war: The race elect  Safe toward Canaan from the shore advance  Through the wild Desart, not the readiest way;  Lest, entering on the Canaanite alarmed,  War terrify them inexpert, and fear  Return them back to Egypt, choosing rather  Inglorious life with servitude; for life  To noble and ignoble is more sweet  Untrained in arms, where rashness leads not on.  This also shall they gain by their delay  In the wide wilderness; there they shall found  Their government, and their great senate choose  Through the twelve tribes, to rule by laws ordained:  God from the mount of Sinai, whose gray top  Shall tremble, he descending, will himself  In thunder, lightning, and loud trumpets’ sound,  Ordain them laws; part, such as appertain  To civil justice; part, religious rites  Of sacrifice; informing them, by types  And"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes a chain of events that take place in a dream experienced by Eve, the first woman in the biblical story of creation. The events in the dream are as follows:\n\n1. Eve wakes up from her sleep with a start.\n2. She sees Adam, the first man, and embraces him.\n3. She tells Adam that she had a dream that night, which she found disturbing.\n4. In her dream, she heard a gentle voice calling her to walk with him.\n5. She followed the voice and found herself standing near the tree of interdicted knowledge.\n6. Beside the tree, she saw a figure shaped and winged like one of the angels they had often seen.\n7. The figure plucked fruit from the tree and encouraged Eve to taste it, promising that it would make her a goddess.\n8. Eve, enticed by the pleasant smell of the fruit, tasted it and found herself flying up to the clouds with the figure.\n9. She beheld the earth from above and marveled at her flight and change in status.\n10. However, the figure suddenly disappeared, and Eve found herself sinking down and w \n[/INST]\n\nasleep,  Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice  Mild, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes,  Her hand soft touching, whispered thus. Awake,  My fairest, my espoused, my latest found,  Heaven’s last best gift, my ever new delight!  Awake: The morning shines, and the fresh field  Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring  Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove,  What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed,  How nature paints her colours, how the bee  Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.  Such whispering waked her, but with startled eye  On Adam, whom embracing, thus she spake.  O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose,  My glory, my perfection! glad I see  Thy face, and morn returned; for I this night  (Such night till this I never passed) have dreamed,  If dreamed, not, as I oft am wont, of thee,  Works of day past, or morrow’s next design,  But of offence and trouble, which my mind  Knew never till this irksome night: Methought,  Close at mine ear one called me forth to walk  With gentle voice; I thought it thine: It said,  “Why sleepest thou, Eve? now is the pleasant time,  The cool, the silent, save where silence yields  To the night-warbling bird, that now awake  Tunes sweetest his love-laboured song; now reigns  Full-orbed the moon, and with more pleasing light  Shadowy sets off the face of things; in vain,  If none regard; Heaven wakes with all his eyes,  Whom to behold but thee, Nature’s desire?  In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment  Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.”  I rose as at thy call, but found thee not;  To find thee I directed then my walk;  And on, methought, alone I passed through ways  That brought me on a sudden to the tree  Of interdicted knowledge: fair it seemed,  Much fairer to my fancy than by day:  And, as I wondering looked, beside it stood  One shaped and winged like one of those from Heaven  By us oft seen; his dewy locks distilled  Ambrosia; on that tree he also gazed;  And “O fair plant,” said he, “with fruit surcharged,  Deigns none to ease thy load, and taste thy sweet,  Nor God, nor Man? Is knowledge so despised?  Or envy, or what reserve forbids to taste?  Forbid who will, none shall from me withhold  Longer thy offered good; why else set here?”  This said, he paused not, but with venturous arm  He plucked, he tasted; me damp horrour chilled  At such bold words vouched with a deed so bold:  But he thus, overjoyed; “O fruit divine,  Sweet of thyself, but much more sweet thus cropt,  Forbidden here, it seems, as only fit  For Gods, yet able to make Gods of Men:  And why not Gods of Men; since good, the more  Communicated, more abundant grows,  The author not impaired, but honoured more?  Here, happy creature, fair angelick Eve!  Partake thou also; happy though thou art,  Happier thou mayest be, worthier canst not be:  Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods  Thyself a Goddess, not to earth confined,  But sometimes in the air, as we, sometimes  Ascend to Heaven, by merit thine, and see  What life the Gods live there, and such live thou!”  So saying, he drew nigh, and to me held,  Even to my mouth of that same fruit held part  Which he had plucked; the pleasant savoury smell  So quickened appetite, that I, methought,  Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the clouds  With him I flew, and underneath beheld  The earth outstretched immense, a prospect wide  And various: Wondering at my flight and change  To this high exaltation; suddenly  My guide was gone, and I, methought, sunk down,  And fell asleep; but O, how glad I waked  To find this but a dream! Thus Eve her night  Related, and thus Adam answered sad.  Best image of myself, and dearer half,  The trouble of thy thoughts this night in sleep  Affects me equally; nor can I like  This uncouth dream, of evil sprung, I fear;  Yet evil whence? in thee can harbour none,  Created pure. But know that in the soul  Are many lesser faculties, that serve  Reason as chief; among these Fancy next  Her office"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The Almighty is speaking to the saints in heaven about the chain of events that led to the current state of the world. He mentions that the \"dogs of Hell\" are destroying the world, which He created as a fair and good place. However, due to the folly of man, sin and death have entered the world. The Almighty then describes how He has allowed the Prince of Hell and his followers to possess a place in heaven, where they appear to be in control. But, He assures the saints that He has called upon His \"Hell-hounds\" to cleanse the world of the filth and sin that man has introduced. The Almighty then speaks of a time when His son will come as the Restorer of mankind, and a new Heaven and Earth will be created. The Creator then gives charge to His mighty angels, assigning them various tasks related to the movements of celestial bodies, the influence of the stars, and the behavior of the winds and weather. Some say that the Almighty also caused the earth's axis to tilt, and the sun's path to change, bringing about the changing of the seasons and \n[/INST]\n\nAll kinds, and for destruction to mature  Sooner or later; which the Almighty seeing,  From his transcendent seat the Saints among,  To those bright Orders uttered thus his voice.  See, with what heat these dogs of Hell advance  To waste and havock yonder world, which I  So fair and good created; and had still  Kept in that state, had not the folly of Man  Let in these wasteful furies, who impute  Folly to me; so doth the Prince of Hell  And his adherents, that with so much ease  I suffer them to enter and possess  A place so heavenly; and, conniving, seem  To gratify my scornful enemies,  That laugh, as if, transported with some fit  Of passion, I to them had quitted all,  At random yielded up to their misrule;  And know not that I called, and drew them thither,  My Hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth  Which Man’s polluting sin with taint hath shed  On what was pure; til, crammed and gorged, nigh burst  With sucked and glutted offal, at one sling  Of thy victorious arm, well-pleasing Son,  Both Sin, and Death, and yawning Grave, at last,  Through Chaos hurled, obstruct the mouth of Hell  For ever, and seal up his ravenous jaws.  Then Heaven and Earth renewed shall be made pure  To sanctity, that shall receive no stain:  Till then, the curse pronounced on both precedes.  He ended, and the heavenly audience loud  Sung Halleluiah, as the sound of seas,  Through multitude that sung: Just are thy ways,  Righteous are thy decrees on all thy works;  Who can extenuate thee? Next, to the Son,  Destined Restorer of mankind, by whom  New Heaven and Earth shall to the ages rise,  Or down from Heaven descend.—Such was their song;  While the Creator, calling forth by name  His mighty Angels, gave them several charge,  As sorted best with present things. The sun  Had first his precept so to move, so shine,  As might affect the earth with cold and heat  Scarce tolerable; and from the north to call  Decrepit winter; from the south to bring  Solstitial summer’s heat. To the blanc moon  Her office they prescribed; to the other five  Their planetary motions, and aspects,  In sextile, square, and trine, and opposite,  Of noxious efficacy, and when to join  In synod unbenign; and taught the fixed  Their influence malignant when to shower,  Which of them rising with the sun, or falling,  Should prove tempestuous: To the winds they set  Their corners, when with bluster to confound  Sea, air, and shore; the thunder when to roll  With terrour through the dark aereal hall.  Some say, he bid his Angels turn ascanse  The poles of earth, twice ten degrees and more,  From the sun’s axle; they with labour pushed  Oblique the centrick globe: Some say, the sun  Was bid turn reins from the equinoctial road  Like distant breadth to Taurus with the seven  Atlantick Sisters, and the Spartan Twins,  Up to the Tropick Crab: thence down amain  By Leo, and the Virgin, and the Scales,  As deep as Capricorn; to bring in change  Of seasons to each clime; else had the spring  Perpetual smiled on earth with vernant flowers,  Equal in days and nights, except to those  Beyond the polar circles; to them day  Had unbenighted shone, while the low sun,  To recompense his distance, in their sight  Had rounded still the horizon, and not known  Or east or west; which had forbid the snow  From cold Estotiland, and south as far  Beneath Magellan. At that tasted fruit  The sun, as from Thyestean banquet, turned  His course intended; else, how had the world  Inhabited, though sinless, more than now,  Avoided pinching cold and scorching heat?  These changes in the Heavens, though slow, produced  Like change on sea and land; sideral blast,  Vapour, and mist, and exhalation hot,  Corrupt and pestilent: Now from the north  Of Norumbega, and the Samoed shore,  Bursting their brazen dungeon, armed with ice,  And snow, and hail, and stormy gust and flaw,  Boreas, and Caecias, and Argestes loud,  And Thrascias, rend the woods, and seas upturn;  With adverse blast upturns them from the"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning, the formless mass of the world's material is shaped into a heap by God's word. Darkness flees, light shines, and order emerges from disorder. The elements take their places, and the stars are created. One of the stars is Earth, home to Man. God creates Paradise, Adam's abode. Satan, after taking leave of God, speeds towards Earth to tempt Man. Satan, filled with rage and regret, contemplates his impending attempt to tempt innocent Man and take revenge for his loss in the first battle and his flight to Hell. He looks towards Eden and Heaven, and sighs, reflecting on his past glory and present state, and addresses the Sun with hatred.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nwitness with thine eyes what some perhaps,  Contented with report, hear only in Heaven:  For wonderful indeed are all his works,  Pleasant to know, and worthiest to be all  Had in remembrance always with delight;  But what created mind can comprehend  Their number, or the wisdom infinite  That brought them forth, but hid their causes deep?  I saw when at his word the formless mass,  This world’s material mould, came to a heap:  Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar  Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;  Till at his second bidding Darkness fled,  Light shone, and order from disorder sprung:  Swift to their several quarters hasted then  The cumbrous elements, earth, flood, air, fire;  And this ethereal quintessence of Heaven  Flew upward, spirited with various forms,  That rolled orbicular, and turned to stars  Numberless, as thou seest, and how they move;  Each had his place appointed, each his course;  The rest in circuit walls this universe.  Look downward on that globe, whose hither side  With light from hence, though but reflected, shines;  That place is Earth, the seat of Man; that light  His day, which else, as the other hemisphere,  Night would invade; but there the neighbouring moon  (So call that opposite fair star) her aid  Timely interposes, and her monthly round  Still ending, still renewing, through mid Heaven,  With borrowed light her countenance triform  Hence fills and empties to enlighten the Earth,  And in her pale dominion checks the night.  That spot, to which I point, is Paradise,  Adam’s abode; those lofty shades, his bower.  Thy way thou canst not miss, me mine requires.  Thus said, he turned; and Satan, bowing low,  As to superiour Spirits is wont in Heaven,  Where honour due and reverence none neglects,  Took leave, and toward the coast of earth beneath,  Down from the ecliptick, sped with hoped success,  Throws his steep flight in many an aery wheel;  Nor staid, till on Niphates’ top he lights.          Book IV      O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw  The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud,  Then when the Dragon, put to second rout,  Came furious down to be revenged on men,  Woe to the inhabitants on earth! that now,  While time was, our first parents had been warned  The coming of their secret foe, and ’scaped,  Haply so ’scaped his mortal snare: For now  Satan, now first inflamed with rage, came down,  The tempter ere the accuser of mankind,  To wreak on innocent frail Man his loss  Of that first battle, and his flight to Hell:  Yet, not rejoicing in his speed, though bold  Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast,  Begins his dire attempt; which nigh the birth  Now rolling boils in his tumultuous breast,  And like a devilish engine back recoils  Upon himself; horrour and doubt distract  His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir  The Hell within him; for within him Hell  He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell  One step, no more than from himself, can fly  By change of place: Now conscience wakes despair,  That slumbered; wakes the bitter memory  Of what he was, what is, and what must be  Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.  Sometimes towards Eden, which now in his view  Lay pleasant, his grieved look he fixes sad;  Sometimes towards Heaven, and the full-blazing sun,  Which now sat high in his meridian tower:  Then, much revolving, thus in sighs began.  O thou, that, with surpassing glory crowned,  Lookest from thy sole dominion like the God  Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars  Hide their diminished heads; to thee I call,  But with no friendly voice, and add thy name,  Of Sun! to tell thee how I hate thy beams,  That bring to my remembrance from what state  I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere;  Till pride and worse ambition threw me down  Warring in Heaven against Heaven’s matchless King:  Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return  From me, whom he created what I was  In that bright eminence, and with his good  Upbraided"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve live in harmony with nature and each other. The chain of events is as follows: \n\n1. God warns Adam about the dangers of following his reason blindly, as it may lead him to do something forbidden.\n2. Adam, in turn, warns Eve to be careful and to avoid temptation.\n3. Eve, despite her husband's warning, decides to go to the groves alone.\n4. The serpent, who is the devil in disguise, sees Eve alone and approaches her.\n5. Eve, who is distracted by the flowers, does not notice the serpent's approach.\n6. The serpent tempts Eve with the forbidden fruit, and she eventually gives in to the temptation.\n7. Eve takes the fruit and eats it, despite knowing that it is forbidden.\n8. Eve then gives the fruit to Adam, who also eats it, despite knowing that it is forbidden.\n9. As a result of their disobedience, Adam and Eve become aware of their nakedness and feel shame.\n10. God confronts Adam and Eve \n[/INST]\n\nforce; within himself  The danger lies, yet lies within his power:  Against his will he can receive no harm.  But God left free the will; for what obeys  Reason, is free; and Reason he made right,  But bid her well be ware, and still erect;  Lest, by some fair-appearing good surprised,  She dictate false; and mis-inform the will  To do what God expressly hath forbid.  Not then mistrust, but tender love, enjoins,  That I should mind thee oft; and mind thou me.  Firm we subsist, yet possible to swerve;  Since Reason not impossibly may meet  Some specious object by the foe suborned,  And fall into deception unaware,  Not keeping strictest watch, as she was warned.  Seek not temptation then, which to avoid  Were better, and most likely if from me  Thou sever not: Trial will come unsought.  Wouldst thou approve thy constancy, approve  First thy obedience; the other who can know,  Not seeing thee attempted, who attest?  But, if thou think, trial unsought may find  Us both securer than thus warned thou seemest,  Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more;  Go in thy native innocence, rely  On what thou hast of virtue; summon all!  For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine.  So spake the patriarch of mankind; but Eve  Persisted; yet submiss, though last, replied.  With thy permission then, and thus forewarned  Chiefly by what thy own last reasoning words  Touched only; that our trial, when least sought,  May find us both perhaps far less prepared,  The willinger I go, nor much expect  A foe so proud will first the weaker seek;  So bent, the more shall shame him his repulse.  Thus saying, from her husband’s hand her hand  Soft she withdrew; and, like a Wood-Nymph light,  Oread or Dryad, or of Delia’s train,  Betook her to the groves; but Delia’s self  In gait surpassed, and Goddess-like deport,  Though not as she with bow and quiver armed,  But with such gardening tools as Art yet rude,  Guiltless of fire, had formed, or Angels brought.  To Pales, or Pomona, thus adorned,  Likest she seemed, Pomona when she fled  Vertumnus, or to Ceres in her prime,  Yet virgin of Proserpina from Jove.  Her long with ardent look his eye pursued  Delighted, but desiring more her stay.  Oft he to her his charge of quick return  Repeated; she to him as oft engaged  To be returned by noon amid the bower,  And all things in best order to invite  Noontide repast, or afternoon’s repose.  O much deceived, much failing, hapless Eve,  Of thy presumed return! event perverse!  Thou never from that hour in Paradise  Foundst either sweet repast, or sound repose;  Such ambush, hid among sweet flowers and shades,  Waited with hellish rancour imminent  To intercept thy way, or send thee back  Despoiled of innocence, of faith, of bliss!  For now, and since first break of dawn, the Fiend,  Mere serpent in appearance, forth was come;  And on his quest, where likeliest he might find  The only two of mankind, but in them  The whole included race, his purposed prey.  In bower and field he sought, where any tuft  Of grove or garden-plot more pleasant lay,  Their tendance, or plantation for delight;  By fountain or by shady rivulet  He sought them both, but wished his hap might find  Eve separate; he wished, but not with hope  Of what so seldom chanced; when to his wish,  Beyond his hope, Eve separate he spies,  Veiled in a cloud of fragrance, where she stood,  Half spied, so thick the roses blushing round  About her glowed, oft stooping to support  Each flower of slender stalk, whose head, though gay  Carnation, purple, azure, or specked with gold,  Hung drooping unsustained; them she upstays  Gently with myrtle band, mindless the while  Herself, though fairest unsupported flower,  From her best prop so far, and storm so nigh.  Nearer he drew, and many a walk traversed  Of stateliest covert, cedar, pine, or palm;  Then voluble and bold, now hid, now seen,  Among thick-woven arborets, and flowers  Imbordered on each bank, the hand of Eve:  Spot more delicious than"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins with Bactrin Sophi, also known as Satan, retiring from his position as the leader of the \"heaven-banished host\" and leaving his \"metropolis\" in Hell. He travels through the underworld, unnoticed and in disguise, until he reaches his throne. He sits on his throne and observes the other fallen angels, who are eagerly awaiting his return. Satan appears before them in a bright, star-like form and they rejoice at his return. He tells them that he has successfully completed a mission and has found a new world for them to inhabit.\n\nSatan describes his journey through a chaotic and confusing \"unreal, vast, unbounded deep\" and how he discovered the new world, where he found Man in a state of happiness in a paradise. Satan then reveals that he has seduced Man into sinning against his Creator, using an apple as a means to do so. As a result, Man has given up his world and himself to Sin and Death, allowing the fallen angels to rule over him.\n\nSatan tells the other fallen angels that they are now the rulers of this new world \n[/INST]\n\nRetires; or Bactrin Sophi, from the horns  Of Turkish crescent, leaves all waste beyond  The realm of Aladule, in his retreat  To Tauris or Casbeen: So these, the late  Heaven-banished host, left desart utmost Hell  Many a dark league, reduced in careful watch  Round their metropolis; and now expecting  Each hour their great adventurer, from the search  Of foreign worlds: He through the midst unmarked,  In show plebeian Angel militant  Of lowest order, passed; and from the door  Of that Plutonian hall, invisible  Ascended his high throne; which, under state  Of richest texture spread, at the upper end  Was placed in regal lustre. Down a while  He sat, and round about him saw unseen:  At last, as from a cloud, his fulgent head  And shape star-bright appeared, or brighter; clad  With what permissive glory since his fall  Was left him, or false glitter: All amazed  At that so sudden blaze the Stygian throng  Bent their aspect, and whom they wished beheld,  Their mighty Chief returned: loud was the acclaim:  Forth rushed in haste the great consulting peers,  Raised from their dark Divan, and with like joy  Congratulant approached him; who with hand  Silence, and with these words attention, won.  Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers;  For in possession such, not only of right,  I call ye, and declare ye now; returned  Successful beyond hope, to lead ye forth  Triumphant out of this infernal pit  Abominable, accursed, the house of woe,  And dungeon of our tyrant: Now possess,  As Lords, a spacious world, to our native Heaven  Little inferiour, by my adventure hard  With peril great achieved. Long were to tell  What I have done; what suffered; with what pain  Voyaged th’ unreal, vast, unbounded deep  Of horrible confusion; over which  By Sin and Death a broad way now is paved,  To expedite your glorious march; but I  Toiled out my uncouth passage, forced to ride  The untractable abyss, plunged in the womb  Of unoriginal Night and Chaos wild;  That, jealous of their secrets, fiercely opposed  My journey strange, with clamorous uproar  Protesting Fate supreme; thence how I found  The new created world, which fame in Heaven  Long had foretold, a fabrick wonderful  Of absolute perfection! therein Man  Placed in a Paradise, by our exile  Made happy: Him by fraud I have seduced  From his Creator; and, the more to encrease  Your wonder, with an apple; he, thereat  Offended, worth your laughter! hath given up  Both his beloved Man, and all his world,  To Sin and Death a prey, and so to us,  Without our hazard, labour, or alarm;  To range in, and to dwell, and over Man  To rule, as over all he should have ruled.  True is, me also he hath judged, or rather  Me not, but the brute serpent in whose shape  Man I deceived: that which to me belongs,  Is enmity which he will put between  Me and mankind; I am to bruise his heel;  His seed, when is not set, shall bruise my head:  A world who would not purchase with a bruise,  Or much more grievous pain?—Ye have the account  Of my performance: What remains, ye Gods,  But up, and enter now into full bliss?  So having said, a while he stood, expecting  Their universal shout, and high applause,  To fill his ear; when, contrary, he hears  On all sides, from innumerable tongues,  A dismal universal hiss, the sound  Of publick scorn; he wondered, but not long  Had leisure, wondering at himself now more,  His visage drawn he felt to sharp and spare;  His arms clung to his ribs; his legs entwining  Each other, till supplanted down he fell  A monstrous serpent on his belly prone,  Reluctant, but in vain; a greater power  Now ruled him, punished in the shape he sinned,  According to his doom: he would have spoke,  But hiss for hiss returned with forked tongue  To forked tongue; for now were all transformed  Alike, to serpents all, as accessories  To his bold riot: Dreadful was the din  Of hissing through the hall, thick swarming now  With complicated monsters head and tail,  Scorpion, and Asp, and"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The Son of God, also referred to as the beloved Son, has descended from Heaven to Earth to judge the transgressors. He finds Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, where they have hidden themselves out of fear and guilt.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. The Son of God descends to Earth to judge the transgressors.\n2. He finds Adam and Eve hiding in the Garden of Eden.\n3. God calls out to Adam, asking him why he is hiding.\n4. Adam responds, saying that he hid because he was naked and afraid of God's voice.\n5. God asks Adam if he has eaten from the tree that he was commanded not to eat from.\n6. Adam confesses that Eve gave him the fruit from the tree and he ate it.\n7. God asks Eve to explain her actions.\n8. Eve confesses, with shame, that she gave the fruit to Adam.\n9. The Son of God begins to pass judgement on Adam and Eve.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nthy Son beloved,  Mayest ever rest well pleased. I go to judge  On earth these thy transgressours; but thou knowest,  Whoever judged, the worst on me must light,  When time shall be; for so I undertook  Before thee; and, not repenting, this obtain  Of right, that I may mitigate their doom  On me derived; yet I shall temper so  Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most  Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.  Attendance none shall need, nor train, where none  Are to behold the judgement, but the judged,  Those two; the third best absent is condemned,  Convict by flight, and rebel to all law:  Conviction to the serpent none belongs.  Thus saying, from his radiant seat he rose  Of high collateral glory: Him Thrones, and Powers,  Princedoms, and Dominations ministrant,  Accompanied to Heaven-gate; from whence  Eden, and all the coast, in prospect lay.  Down he descended straight; the speed of Gods  Time counts not, though with swiftest minutes winged.  Now was the sun in western cadence low  From noon, and gentle airs, due at their hour,  To fan the earth now waked, and usher in  The evening cool; when he, from wrath more cool,  Came the mild Judge, and Intercessour both,  To sentence Man: The voice of God they heard  Now walking in the garden, by soft winds  Brought to their ears, while day declined; they heard,  And from his presence hid themselves among  The thickest trees, both man and wife; till God,  Approaching, thus to Adam called aloud.  Where art thou, Adam, wont with joy to meet  My coming seen far off? I miss thee here,  Not pleased, thus entertained with solitude,  Where obvious duty ere while appeared unsought:  Or come I less conspicuous, or what change  Absents thee, or what chance detains?—Come forth!  He came; and with him Eve, more loth, though first  To offend; discountenanced both, and discomposed;  Love was not in their looks, either to God,  Or to each other; but apparent guilt,  And shame, and perturbation, and despair,  Anger, and obstinacy, and hate, and guile.  Whence Adam, faltering long, thus answered brief.  I heard thee in the garden, and of thy voice  Afraid, being naked, hid myself. To whom  The gracious Judge without revile replied.  My voice thou oft hast heard, and hast not feared,  But still rejoiced; how is it now become  So dreadful to thee? That thou art naked, who  Hath told thee? Hast thou eaten of the tree,  Whereof I gave thee charge thou shouldst not eat?  To whom thus Adam sore beset replied.  O Heaven! in evil strait this day I stand  Before my Judge; either to undergo  Myself the total crime, or to accuse  My other self, the partner of my life;  Whose failing, while her faith to me remains,  I should conceal, and not expose to blame  By my complaint: but strict necessity  Subdues me, and calamitous constraint;  Lest on my head both sin and punishment,  However insupportable, be all  Devolved; though should I hold my peace, yet thou  Wouldst easily detect what I conceal.—  This Woman, whom thou madest to be my help,  And gavest me as thy perfect gift, so good,  So fit, so acceptable, so divine,  That from her hand I could suspect no ill,  And what she did, whatever in itself,  Her doing seemed to justify the deed;  She gave me of the tree, and I did eat.  To whom the Sovran Presence thus replied.  Was she thy God, that her thou didst obey  Before his voice? or was she made thy guide,  Superiour, or but equal, that to her  Thou didst resign thy manhood, and the place  Wherein God set thee above her made of thee,  And for thee, whose perfection far excelled  Hers in all real dignity? Adorned  She was indeed, and lovely, to attract  Thy love, not thy subjection; and her gifts  Were such, as under government well seemed;  Unseemly to bear rule; which was thy part  And person, hadst thou known thyself aright.  So having said, he thus to Eve in few.  Say, Woman, what is this which thou hast done?  To whom sad Eve, with shame nigh overwhelmed,  Confessing soon, yet not before her Judge"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins in Heaven, where the narrator asks the character \"Milton\" to explain why God's favorite creatures, Adam and Eve, fell from grace. Milton begins his story in the past, explaining that God's favorite angels, led by the archangel Satan, rebelled against Him and were cast out of Heaven. The story then shifts to the depths of Hell, where Satan and his fellow rebel angels are imprisoned in a \"dungeon horrible\" and \"bottomless perdition.\" After nine days of lying vanquished in the fiery gulf, Satan begins to speak to one of his fellow rebel angels, Beelzebub, and declares that he does not repent his rebellion, despite the terrible punishment they have suffered. Satan vows to continue his study of revenge and his immortal hatred of God, and declares that he will never submit or yield to God's wrath or power. The story then shifts back to Heaven, where God and the faithful angels are mourning the loss of the rebel angels. God sends the archangel Raphael to Earth to warn Adam and Eve about the dangers of disobedience \n[/INST]\n\nsupport;  That, to the height of this great argument,  I may assert Eternal Providence,  And justify the ways of God to men.      Say first—for Heaven hides nothing from thy view,  Nor the deep tract of Hell—say first what cause  Moved our grand parents, in that happy state,  Favoured of Heaven so highly, to fall off  From their Creator, and transgress his will  For one restraint, lords of the World besides.  Who first seduced them to that foul revolt?      Th’ infernal Serpent; he it was whose guile,  Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived  The mother of mankind, what time his pride  Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host  Of rebel Angels, by whose aid, aspiring  To set himself in glory above his peers,  He trusted to have equalled the Most High,  If he opposed, and with ambitious aim  Against the throne and monarchy of God,  Raised impious war in Heaven and battle proud,  With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power  Hurled headlong flaming from th’ ethereal sky,  With hideous ruin and combustion, down  To bottomless perdition, there to dwell  In adamantine chains and penal fire,  Who durst defy th’ Omnipotent to arms.      Nine times the space that measures day and night  To mortal men, he, with his horrid crew,  Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf,  Confounded, though immortal. But his doom  Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought  Both of lost happiness and lasting pain  Torments him: round he throws his baleful eyes,  That witnessed huge affliction and dismay,  Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate.  At once, as far as Angels ken, he views  The dismal situation waste and wild.  A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,  As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames  No light; but rather darkness visible  Served only to discover sights of woe,  Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace  And rest can never dwell, hope never comes  That comes to all, but torture without end  Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed  With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.  Such place Eternal Justice has prepared  For those rebellious; here their prison ordained  In utter darkness, and their portion set,  As far removed from God and light of Heaven  As from the centre thrice to th’ utmost pole.  Oh how unlike the place from whence they fell!  There the companions of his fall, o’erwhelmed  With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,  He soon discerns; and, weltering by his side,  One next himself in power, and next in crime,  Long after known in Palestine, and named  Beelzebub. To whom th’ Arch-Enemy,  And thence in Heaven called Satan, with bold words  Breaking the horrid silence, thus began:—      “If thou beest he—but O how fallen! how changed  From him who, in the happy realms of light  Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine  Myriads, though bright!—if he whom mutual league,  United thoughts and counsels, equal hope  And hazard in the glorious enterprise  Joined with me once, now misery hath joined  In equal ruin; into what pit thou seest  From what height fallen: so much the stronger proved  He with his thunder; and till then who knew  The force of those dire arms? Yet not for those,  Nor what the potent Victor in his rage  Can else inflict, do I repent, or change,  Though changed in outward lustre, that fixed mind,  And high disdain from sense of injured merit,  That with the Mightiest raised me to contend,  And to the fierce contentions brought along  Innumerable force of Spirits armed,  That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring,  His utmost power with adverse power opposed  In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven,  And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?  All is not lost—the unconquerable will,  And study of revenge, immortal hate,  And courage never to submit or yield:  And what is else not to be overcome?  That glory never shall his wrath or might  Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace  With suppliant knee, and deify his power  Who, from the terror of this"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins with a description of a group of serpents, including Amphisbaena, Cerastes, Hydrus, Elops, Dipsas, and a dragon, who have grown to a large size and are now following their leader. These serpents are described as having been part of a \"revolted rout\" and as having been \"Heaven-fallen.\" They are expecting to see their leader, but instead of their leader, they see a crowd of ugly serpents. When they see these serpents, they are filled with horror and they begin to change into serpents themselves. They drop their weapons and armor and hiss in fear and disgust. The serpents then see a grove of trees nearby, laden with fruit. Despite their fear and disgust, they are driven by hunger and thirst to climb the trees and eat the fruit. However, the fruit turns to ashes in their mouths and they are unable to satisfy their hunger and thirst. They are plagued by famine and ceaseless hissing until they are able to resume their original shapes. The story then shifts to Paradise, where Sin and Death, the offspring of Satan \n[/INST]\n\nAmphisbaena dire,  Cerastes horned, Hydrus, and Elops drear,  And Dipsas; (not so thick swarmed once the soil  Bedropt with blood of Gorgon, or the isle  Ophiusa,) but still greatest he the midst,  Now Dragon grown, larger than whom the sun  Ingendered in the Pythian vale or slime,  Huge Python, and his power no less he seemed  Above the rest still to retain; they all  Him followed, issuing forth to the open field,  Where all yet left of that revolted rout,  Heaven-fallen, in station stood or just array;  Sublime with expectation when to see  In triumph issuing forth their glorious Chief;  They saw, but other sight instead! a croud  Of ugly serpents; horrour on them fell,  And horrid sympathy; for, what they saw,  They felt themselves, now changing; down their arms,  Down fell both spear and shield; down they as fast;  And the dire hiss renewed, and the dire form  Catched, by contagion; like in punishment,  As in their crime. Thus was the applause they meant,  Turned to exploding hiss, triumph to shame  Cast on themselves from their own mouths. There stood  A grove hard by, sprung up with this their change,  His will who reigns above, to aggravate  Their penance, laden with fair fruit, like that  Which grew in Paradise, the bait of Eve  Used by the Tempter: on that prospect strange  Their earnest eyes they fixed, imagining  For one forbidden tree a multitude  Now risen, to work them further woe or shame;  Yet, parched with scalding thirst and hunger fierce,  Though to delude them sent, could not abstain;  But on they rolled in heaps, and, up the trees  Climbing, sat thicker than the snaky locks  That curled Megaera: greedily they plucked  The fruitage fair to sight, like that which grew  Near that bituminous lake where Sodom flamed;  This more delusive, not the touch, but taste  Deceived; they, fondly thinking to allay  Their appetite with gust, instead of fruit  Chewed bitter ashes, which the offended taste  With spattering noise rejected: oft they assayed,  Hunger and thirst constraining; drugged as oft,  With hatefullest disrelish writhed their jaws,  With soot and cinders filled; so oft they fell  Into the same illusion, not as Man  Whom they triumphed once lapsed. Thus were they plagued  And worn with famine, long and ceaseless hiss,  Till their lost shape, permitted, they resumed;  Yearly enjoined, some say, to undergo,  This annual humbling certain numbered days,  To dash their pride, and joy, for Man seduced.  However, some tradition they dispersed  Among the Heathen, of their purchase got,  And fabled how the Serpent, whom they called  Ophion, with Eurynome, the wide—  Encroaching Eve perhaps, had first the rule  Of high Olympus; thence by Saturn driven  And Ops, ere yet Dictaean Jove was born.  Mean while in Paradise the hellish pair  Too soon arrived; Sin, there in power before,  Once actual; now in body, and to dwell  Habitual habitant; behind her Death,  Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet  On his pale horse: to whom Sin thus began.  Second of Satan sprung, all-conquering Death!  What thinkest thou of our empire now, though earned  With travel difficult, not better far  Than still at Hell’s dark threshold to have sat watch,  Unnamed, undreaded, and thyself half starved?  Whom thus the Sin-born monster answered soon.  To me, who with eternal famine pine,  Alike is Hell, or Paradise, or Heaven;  There best, where most with ravine I may meet;  Which here, though plenteous, all too little seems  To stuff this maw, this vast unhide-bound corps.  To whom the incestuous mother thus replied.  Thou therefore on these herbs, and fruits, and flowers,  Feed first; on each beast next, and fish, and fowl;  No homely morsels! and, whatever thing  The sithe of Time mows down, devour unspared;  Till I, in Man residing, through the race,  His thoughts, his looks, words, actions, all infect;  And season him thy last and sweetest prey.  This said, they both betook them several ways,  Both to destroy, or unimmortal make"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is a paradise-like place, where Adam and Eve live. It is filled with various fragrant plants, fruits, and flowers. The sun is shining brightly, and there are angels living in \"glittering tents\" nearby. Adam and Eve notice a \"glorious shape\" moving towards them, which they believe to be an angelic being bringing a message from Heaven. Eve goes to gather fruits and other foods to welcome their guest, while Adam goes to meet the stranger with reverence and respect.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nstarry zone his waist, and round  Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold  And colours dipt in Heaven; the third his feet  Shadowed from either heel with feathered mail,  Sky-tinctured grain. Like Maia’s son he stood,  And shook his plumes, that heavenly fragrance filled  The circuit wide. Straight knew him all the bands  Of Angels under watch; and to his state,  And to his message high, in honour rise;  For on some message high they guessed him bound.  Their glittering tents he passed, and now is come  Into the blissful field, through groves of myrrh,  And flowering odours, cassia, nard, and balm;  A wilderness of sweets; for Nature here  Wantoned as in her prime, and played at will  Her virgin fancies pouring forth more sweet,  Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.  Him through the spicy forest onward come  Adam discerned, as in the door he sat  Of his cool bower, while now the mounted sun  Shot down direct his fervid rays to warm  Earth’s inmost womb, more warmth than Adam needs:  And Eve within, due at her hour prepared  For dinner savoury fruits, of taste to please  True appetite, and not disrelish thirst  Of nectarous draughts between, from milky stream,  Berry or grape: To whom thus Adam called.  Haste hither, Eve, and worth thy sight behold  Eastward among those trees, what glorious shape  Comes this way moving; seems another morn  Risen on mid-noon; some great behest from Heaven  To us perhaps he brings, and will vouchsafe  This day to be our guest. But go with speed,  And, what thy stores contain, bring forth, and pour  Abundance, fit to honour and receive  Our heavenly stranger: Well we may afford  Our givers their own gifts, and large bestow  From large bestowed, where Nature multiplies  Her fertile growth, and by disburthening grows  More fruitful, which instructs us not to spare.  To whom thus Eve. Adam, earth’s hallowed mould,  Of God inspired! small store will serve, where store,  All seasons, ripe for use hangs on the stalk;  Save what by frugal storing firmness gains  To nourish, and superfluous moist consumes:  But I will haste, and from each bough and brake,  Each plant and juciest gourd, will pluck such choice  To entertain our Angel-guest, as he  Beholding shall confess, that here on Earth  God hath dispensed his bounties as in Heaven.  So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste  She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent  What choice to choose for delicacy best,  What order, so contrived as not to mix  Tastes, not well joined, inelegant, but bring  Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change;  Bestirs her then, and from each tender stalk  Whatever Earth, all-bearing mother, yields  In India East or West, or middle shore  In Pontus or the Punick coast, or where  Alcinous reigned, fruit of all kinds, in coat  Rough, or smooth rind, or bearded husk, or shell,  She gathers, tribute large, and on the board  Heaps with unsparing hand; for drink the grape  She crushes, inoffensive must, and meaths  From many a berry, and from sweet kernels pressed  She tempers dulcet creams; nor these to hold  Wants her fit vessels pure; then strows the ground  With rose and odours from the shrub unfumed.  Mean while our primitive great sire, to meet  His God-like guest, walks forth, without more train  Accompanied than with his own complete  Perfections; in himself was all his state,  More solemn than the tedious pomp that waits  On princes, when their rich retinue long  Of horses led, and grooms besmeared with gold,  Dazzles the croud, and sets them all agape.  Nearer his presence Adam, though not awed,  Yet with submiss approach and reverence meek,  As to a superiour nature bowing low,  Thus said. Native of Heaven, for other place  None can than Heaven such glorious shape contain;  Since, by descending from the thrones above,  Those happy places thou hast deigned a while  To want, and honour these, vouchsafe with us  Two only, who yet by sovran gift possess  This spacious ground, in yonder shady bower  To rest; and"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is a conversation between Adam, the first man, and an angel in the Garden of Eden.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Adam expresses his gratitude to the angel for visiting him and his wife, Eve, in the Garden of Eden.\n2. The angel, identifying himself as a minister of God, explains to Adam that he has now experienced God's favor by allowing the angel to enter his humble abode and taste the fruits of the earth.\n3. The angel describes the nature of God as the one almighty being from whom all things proceed and to whom they return.\n4. He explains that all creation, including humans and angels, are made of the same first matter, but with varying degrees of substance and form.\n5. The angel explains the hierarchy of life, from plants to animals to humans to angels, with each level being more refined and pure than the one below it.\n6. The angel tells Adam that humans, like angels, have the capacity for reason, which can be either discursive or intuitive.\n7. The angel warns Adam that there may come a time when humans can participate in the same diet as ang \n[/INST]\n\nExceeded human; and his wary speech  Thus to the empyreal minister he framed.  Inhabitant with God, now know I well  Thy favour, in this honour done to Man;  Under whose lowly roof thou hast vouchsafed  To enter, and these earthly fruits to taste,  Food not of Angels, yet accepted so,  As that more willingly thou couldst not seem  At Heaven’s high feasts to have fed: yet what compare  To whom the winged Hierarch replied.  O Adam, One Almighty is, from whom  All things proceed, and up to him return,  If not depraved from good, created all  Such to perfection, one first matter all,  Endued with various forms, various degrees  Of substance, and, in things that live, of life;  But more refined, more spiritous, and pure,  As nearer to him placed, or nearer tending  Each in their several active spheres assigned,  Till body up to spirit work, in bounds  Proportioned to each kind. So from the root  Springs lighter the green stalk, from thence the leaves  More aery, last the bright consummate flower  Spirits odorous breathes: flowers and their fruit,  Man’s nourishment, by gradual scale sublimed,  To vital spirits aspire, to animal,  To intellectual; give both life and sense,  Fancy and understanding; whence the soul  Reason receives, and reason is her being,  Discursive, or intuitive; discourse  Is oftest yours, the latter most is ours,  Differing but in degree, of kind the same.  Wonder not then, what God for you saw good  If I refuse not, but convert, as you  To proper substance. Time may come, when Men  With Angels may participate, and find  No inconvenient diet, nor too light fare;  And from these corporal nutriments perhaps  Your bodies may at last turn all to spirit,  Improved by tract of time, and, winged, ascend  Ethereal, as we; or may, at choice,  Here or in heavenly Paradises dwell;  If ye be found obedient, and retain  Unalterably firm his love entire,  Whose progeny you are. Mean while enjoy  Your fill what happiness this happy state  Can comprehend, incapable of more.  To whom the patriarch of mankind replied.  O favourable Spirit, propitious guest,  Well hast thou taught the way that might direct  Our knowledge, and the scale of nature set  From center to circumference; whereon,  In contemplation of created things,  By steps we may ascend to God. But say,  What meant that caution joined, If ye be found  Obedient? Can we want obedience then  To him, or possibly his love desert,  Who formed us from the dust and placed us here  Full to the utmost measure of what bliss  Human desires can seek or apprehend?  To whom the Angel. Son of Heaven and Earth,  Attend! That thou art happy, owe to God;  That thou continuest such, owe to thyself,  That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.  This was that caution given thee; be advised.  God made thee perfect, not immutable;  And good he made thee, but to persevere  He left it in thy power; ordained thy will  By nature free, not over-ruled by fate  Inextricable, or strict necessity:  Our voluntary service he requires,  Not our necessitated; such with him  Finds no acceptance, nor can find; for how  Can hearts, not free, be tried whether they serve  Willing or no, who will but what they must  By destiny, and can no other choose?  Myself, and all the angelick host, that stand  In sight of God, enthroned, our happy state  Hold, as you yours, while our obedience holds;  On other surety none: Freely we serve,  Because we freely love, as in our will  To love or not; in this we stand or fall:  And some are fallen, to disobedience fallen,  And so from Heaven to deepest Hell; O fall  From what high state of bliss, into what woe!  To whom our great progenitor. Thy words  Attentive, and with more delighted ear,  Divine instructer, I have heard, than when  Cherubick songs by night from neighbouring hills  Aereal musick send: Nor knew I not  To be both will and deed created free;  Yet that we never shall forget to love  Our Maker, and obey him whose command  Single is yet so just, my constant"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The law against mankind's sins is crucified with a man, who dies but soon revives, rising from his grave and paying mankind's ransom. This act defeats sin and death, and the man ascends to Heaven with victory, surprising and confounding the serpent prince. The man will come to judge both the living and the dead, and the Earth will become a paradise. The archangel Michael pauses, and the sire responds with doubt and wonder about what will happen to the faithful followers of the man.\n\nThe Angel reassures the sire that a Comforter will be sent from Heaven to guide and defend the faithful. The Spirit will write the law of faith on their hearts and endow them with spiritual armor to resist Satan's assaults. The faithful will be able to speak all tongues and perform miracles, winning over many nations to receive the news from Heaven. The man will come to judge both the living and the dead, and the Earth will become a paradise.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nThe law that is against thee, and the sins  Of all mankind, with him there crucified,  Never to hurt them more who rightly trust  In this his satisfaction; so he dies,  But soon revives; Death over him no power  Shall long usurp; ere the third dawning light  Return, the stars of morn shall see him rise  Out of his grave, fresh as the dawning light,  Thy ransom paid, which Man from death redeems,  His death for Man, as many as offered life  Neglect not, and the benefit embrace  By faith not void of works: This God-like act  Annuls thy doom, the death thou shouldest have died,  In sin for ever lost from life; this act  Shall bruise the head of Satan, crush his strength,  Defeating Sin and Death, his two main arms;  And fix far deeper in his head their stings  Than temporal death shall bruise the victor’s heel,  Or theirs whom he redeems; a death, like sleep,  A gentle wafting to immortal life.  Nor after resurrection shall he stay  Longer on earth, than certain times to appear  To his disciples, men who in his life  Still followed him; to them shall leave in charge  To teach all nations what of him they learned  And his salvation; them who shall believe  Baptizing in the profluent stream, the sign  Of washing them from guilt of sin to life  Pure, and in mind prepared, if so befall,  For death, like that which the Redeemer died.  All nations they shall teach; for, from that day,  Not only to the sons of Abraham’s loins  Salvation shall be preached, but to the sons  Of Abraham’s faith wherever through the world;  So in his seed all nations shall be blest.  Then to the Heaven of Heavens he shall ascend  With victory, triumphing through the air  Over his foes and thine; there shall surprise  The Serpent, prince of air, and drag in chains  Through all his realm, and there confounded leave;  Then enter into glory, and resume  His seat at God’s right hand, exalted high  Above all names in Heaven; and thence shall come,  When this world’s dissolution shall be ripe,  With glory and power to judge both quick and dead;  To judge the unfaithful dead, but to reward  His faithful, and receive them into bliss,  Whether in Heaven or Earth; for then the Earth  Shall all be Paradise, far happier place  Than this of Eden, and far happier days.  So spake the Arch-Angel Michael; then paused,  As at the world’s great period; and our sire,  Replete with joy and wonder, thus replied.  O Goodness infinite, Goodness immense!  That all this good of evil shall produce,  And evil turn to good; more wonderful  Than that which by creation first brought forth  Light out of darkness! Full of doubt I stand,  Whether I should repent me now of sin  By me done, and occasioned; or rejoice  Much more, that much more good thereof shall spring;  To God more glory, more good-will to Men  From God, and over wrath grace shall abound.  But say, if our Deliverer up to Heaven  Must re-ascend, what will betide the few  His faithful, left among the unfaithful herd,  The enemies of truth? Who then shall guide  His people, who defend? Will they not deal  Worse with his followers than with him they dealt?  Be sure they will, said the Angel; but from Heaven  He to his own a Comforter will send,  The promise of the Father, who shall dwell  His Spirit within them; and the law of faith,  Working through love, upon their hearts shall write,  To guide them in all truth; and also arm  With spiritual armour, able to resist  Satan’s assaults, and quench his fiery darts;  What man can do against them, not afraid,  Though to the death; against such cruelties  With inward consolations recompensed,  And oft supported so as shall amaze  Their proudest persecutors: For the Spirit,  Poured first on his Apostles, whom he sends  To evangelize the nations, then on all  Baptized, shall them with wonderous gifts endue  To speak all tongues, and do all miracles,  As did their Lord before them. Thus they win  Great numbers of each nation to receive  With joy the tidings brought from Heaven: At length"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The arch-felon Satan, aka the devil, is on a mission to corrupt God's latest creations, humans. He first encounters a towering forest of cedar, pine, fir, palm, and other trees, which lead up to the verdurous wall of Paradise. This wall gives Adam and Eve a view into their \"nether empire\" of the world outside the garden. Above this wall is another row of trees, laden with golden blossoms and fruits, which shine brilliantly in the sun. Satan is pleased with the sweet scent of these trees, but he is not there for sightseeing.\n\nSatan continues his journey up a steep, savage hill, but his path is blocked by a thicket of shrubs and bushes. He finds one gate on the east side of the hill, but he disdains to use it and instead leaps high over the hill and the wall, showing his contempt for God's boundaries. He lands in the middle of the Garden of Eden, where he sees \"Nature's whole wealth\" laid out before him.\n\nIn the center of the garden is the tree of life, which gives \n[/INST]\n\nAccess denied; and overhead upgrew  Insuperable height of loftiest shade,  Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm,  A sylvan scene, and, as the ranks ascend,  Shade above shade, a woody theatre  Of stateliest view. Yet higher than their tops  The verdurous wall of Paradise upsprung;  Which to our general sire gave prospect large  Into his nether empire neighbouring round.  And higher than that wall a circling row  Of goodliest trees, loaden with fairest fruit,  Blossoms and fruits at once of golden hue,  Appeared, with gay enamelled colours mixed:  On which the sun more glad impressed his beams  Than in fair evening cloud, or humid bow,  When God hath showered the earth; so lovely seemed  That landskip: And of pure now purer air  Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires  Vernal delight and joy, able to drive  All sadness but despair: Now gentle gales,  Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense  Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole  Those balmy spoils. As when to them who fail  Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past  Mozambick, off at sea north-east winds blow  Sabean odours from the spicy shore  Of Araby the blest; with such delay  Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league  Cheered with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles:  So entertained those odorous sweets the Fiend,  Who came their bane; though with them better pleased  Than Asmodeus with the fishy fume  That drove him, though enamoured, from the spouse  Of Tobit’s son, and with a vengeance sent  From Media post to Egypt, there fast bound.  Now to the ascent of that steep savage hill  Satan had journeyed on, pensive and slow;  But further way found none, so thick entwined,  As one continued brake, the undergrowth  Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplexed  All path of man or beast that passed that way.  One gate there only was, and that looked east  On the other side: which when the arch-felon saw,  Due entrance he disdained; and, in contempt,  At one flight bound high over-leaped all bound  Of hill or highest wall, and sheer within  Lights on his feet. As when a prowling wolf,  Whom hunger drives to seek new haunt for prey,  Watching where shepherds pen their flocks at eve  In hurdled cotes amid the field secure,  Leaps o’er the fence with ease into the fold:  Or as a thief, bent to unhoard the cash  Of some rich burgher, whose substantial doors,  Cross-barred and bolted fast, fear no assault,  In at the window climbs, or o’er the tiles:  So clomb this first grand thief into God’s fold;  So since into his church lewd hirelings climb.  Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life,  The middle tree and highest there that grew,  Sat like a cormorant; yet not true life  Thereby regained, but sat devising death  To them who lived; nor on the virtue thought  Of that life-giving plant, but only used  For prospect, what well used had been the pledge  Of immortality. So little knows  Any, but God alone, to value right  The good before him, but perverts best things  To worst abuse, or to their meanest use.  Beneath him with new wonder now he views,  To all delight of human sense exposed,  In narrow room, Nature’s whole wealth, yea more,  A Heaven on Earth: For blissful Paradise  Of God the garden was, by him in the east  Of Eden planted; Eden stretched her line  From Auran eastward to the royal towers  Of great Seleucia, built by Grecian kings,  Or where the sons of Eden long before  Dwelt in Telassar: In this pleasant soil  His far more pleasant garden God ordained;  Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow  All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste;  And all amid them stood the tree of life,  High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit  Of vegetable gold; and next to life,  Our death, the tree of knowledge, grew fast by,  Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.  Southward through Eden went a river large,  Nor changed his course, but through the shaggy hill  Passed underneath ingulfed; for God had thrown  That mountain as his"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is in the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve have lived in harmony and nakedness. However, after eating the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, they become aware of their nakedness and feel shame. They cover themselves with leaves from a fig tree and begin to blame each other for their current situation.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Adam and Eve become aware of their nakedness and feel shame.\n2. They decide to cover themselves with leaves from a fig tree.\n3. Adam laments to Eve, blaming her for their current situation and wishing that she had listened to him.\n4. Eve defends herself, blaming Adam for not commanding her not to go when he had the chance.\n5. Adam becomes angry and defensive, insisting that he chose to die with Eve rather than live without her.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nfirst  Be sure then.—How shall I behold the face  Henceforth of God or Angel, erst with joy  And rapture so oft beheld? Those heavenly shapes  Will dazzle now this earthly with their blaze  Insufferably bright. O! might I here  In solitude live savage; in some glade  Obscured, where highest woods, impenetrable  To star or sun-light, spread their umbrage broad  And brown as evening: Cover me, ye Pines!  Ye Cedars, with innumerable boughs  Hide me, where I may never see them more!—  But let us now, as in bad plight, devise  What best may for the present serve to hide  The parts of each from other, that seem most  To shame obnoxious, and unseemliest seen;  Some tree, whose broad smooth leaves together sewed,  And girded on our loins, may cover round  Those middle parts; that this new comer, Shame,  There sit not, and reproach us as unclean.  So counselled he, and both together went  Into the thickest wood; there soon they chose  The fig-tree; not that kind for fruit renowned,  But such as at this day, to Indians known,  In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms  Branching so broad and long, that in the ground  The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow  About the mother tree, a pillared shade  High over-arched, and echoing walks between:  There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat,  Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds  At loop-holes cut through thickest shade: Those leaves  They gathered, broad as Amazonian targe;  And, with what skill they had, together sewed,  To gird their waist; vain covering, if to hide  Their guilt and dreaded shame! O, how unlike  To that first naked glory! Such of late  Columbus found the American, so girt  With feathered cincture; naked else, and wild  Among the trees on isles and woody shores.  Thus fenced, and, as they thought, their shame in part  Covered, but not at rest or ease of mind,  They sat them down to weep; nor only tears  Rained at their eyes, but high winds worse within  Began to rise, high passions, anger, hate,  Mistrust, suspicion, discord; and shook sore  Their inward state of mind, calm region once  And full of peace, now tost and turbulent:  For Understanding ruled not, and the Will  Heard not her lore; both in subjection now  To sensual Appetite, who from beneath  Usurping over sovran Reason claimed  Superiour sway: From thus distempered breast,  Adam, estranged in look and altered style,  Speech intermitted thus to Eve renewed.  Would thou hadst hearkened to my words, and staid  With me, as I besought thee, when that strange  Desire of wandering, this unhappy morn,  I know not whence possessed thee; we had then  Remained still happy; not, as now, despoiled  Of all our good; shamed, naked, miserable!  Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve  The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek  Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail.  To whom, soon moved with touch of blame, thus Eve.  What words have passed thy lips, Adam severe!  Imputest thou that to my default, or will  Of wandering, as thou callest it, which who knows  But might as ill have happened thou being by,  Or to thyself perhaps? Hadst thou been there,  Or here the attempt, thou couldst not have discerned  Fraud in the Serpent, speaking as he spake;  No ground of enmity between us known,  Why he should mean me ill, or seek to harm.  Was I to have never parted from thy side?  As good have grown there still a lifeless rib.  Being as I am, why didst not thou, the head,  Command me absolutely not to go,  Going into such danger, as thou saidst?  Too facile then, thou didst not much gainsay;  Nay, didst permit, approve, and fair dismiss.  Hadst thou been firm and fixed in thy dissent,  Neither had I transgressed, nor thou with me.  To whom, then first incensed, Adam replied.  Is this the love, is this the recompence  Of mine to thee, ingrateful Eve! expressed  Immutable, when thou wert lost, not I;  Who might have lived, and joyed immortal bliss,  Yet willingly chose rather death with thee?  And am I"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The arch-chemick sun, so far from us remote, produces here in the dark many precious things of color glorious and effect so rare. The Devil meets here a glorious Angel, who is later identified as the Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the seven spirits that stand in sight of God's high throne. Satan, who is in the form of a stripling Cherub, approaches Uriel and asks him to tell in which of all the shining orbs has Man his fixed seat. Uriel, regent of the sun and held as the sharpest-sighted Spirit of all in Heaven, answers Satan's question without suspicion of his deceit.\n\nIn this text, the chain of events includes the Devil observing the many precious things produced by the sun, meeting a glorious Angel, disguising himself as a stripling Cherub, and approaching Uriel to ask him about Man's fixed seat. Uriel, regent of the sun and one of the seven spirits closest to God's throne, answers Satan's question without suspicion of his deceit.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nwith one virtuous touch  The arch-chemick sun, so far from us remote,  Produces, with terrestrial humour mixed,  Here in the dark so many precious things  Of colour glorious, and effect so rare?  Here matter new to gaze the Devil met  Undazzled; far and wide his eye commands;  For sight no obstacle found here, nor shade,  But all sun-shine, as when his beams at noon  Culminate from the equator, as they now  Shot upward still direct, whence no way round  Shadow from body opaque can fall; and the air,  No where so clear, sharpened his visual ray  To objects distant far, whereby he soon  Saw within ken a glorious Angel stand,  The same whom John saw also in the sun:  His back was turned, but not his brightness hid;  Of beaming sunny rays a golden tiar  Circled his head, nor less his locks behind  Illustrious on his shoulders fledge with wings  Lay waving round; on some great charge employed  He seemed, or fixed in cogitation deep.  Glad was the Spirit impure, as now in hope  To find who might direct his wandering flight  To Paradise, the happy seat of Man,  His journey’s end and our beginning woe.  But first he casts to change his proper shape,  Which else might work him danger or delay:  And now a stripling Cherub he appears,  Not of the prime, yet such as in his face  Youth smiled celestial, and to every limb  Suitable grace diffused, so well he feigned:  Under a coronet his flowing hair  In curls on either cheek played; wings he wore  Of many a coloured plume, sprinkled with gold;  His habit fit for speed succinct, and held  Before his decent steps a silver wand.  He drew not nigh unheard; the Angel bright,  Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turned,  Admonished by his ear, and straight was known  The Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the seven  Who in God’s presence, nearest to his throne,  Stand ready at command, and are his eyes  That run through all the Heavens, or down to the Earth  Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,  O’er sea and land: him Satan thus accosts.  Uriel, for thou of those seven Spirits that stand  In sight of God’s high throne, gloriously bright,  The first art wont his great authentick will  Interpreter through highest Heaven to bring,  Where all his sons thy embassy attend;  And here art likeliest by supreme decree  Like honour to obtain, and as his eye  To visit oft this new creation round;  Unspeakable desire to see, and know  All these his wonderous works, but chiefly Man,  His chief delight and favour, him for whom  All these his works so wonderous he ordained,  Hath brought me from the quires of Cherubim  Alone thus wandering. Brightest Seraph, tell  In which of all these shining orbs hath Man  His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none,  But all these shining orbs his choice to dwell;  That I may find him, and with secret gaze  Or open admiration him behold,  On whom the great Creator hath bestowed  Worlds, and on whom hath all these graces poured;  That both in him and all things, as is meet,  The universal Maker we may praise;  Who justly hath driven out his rebel foes  To deepest Hell, and, to repair that loss,  Created this new happy race of Men  To serve him better: Wise are all his ways.  So spake the false dissembler unperceived;  For neither Man nor Angel can discern  Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks  Invisible, except to God alone,  By his permissive will, through Heaven and Earth:  And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps  At wisdom’s gate, and to simplicity  Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill  Where no ill seems: Which now for once beguiled  Uriel, though regent of the sun, and held  The sharpest-sighted Spirit of all in Heaven;  Who to the fraudulent impostor foul,  In his uprightness, answer thus returned.  Fair Angel, thy desire, which tends to know  The works of God, thereby to glorify  The great Work-master, leads to no excess  That reaches blame, but rather merits praise  The more it seems excess, that led thee hither  From thy empyreal mansion thus alone,  To"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: Adam, who has been given a tour of the afterlife by the angel Michael, is shown the consequences of his original sin. He sees a field where two brothers are making offerings at an altar. The older brother becomes enraged when the younger brother's offering is accepted by heaven, and he kills his brother with a stone. Adam is horrified and asks Michael if this is the way he must return to native dust. Michael tells him that he has seen death in its first shape on man, but there are many shapes of death and many ways that lead to his grim cave. He then shows Adam a place filled with the sick and dying, illustrating the misery that the inabstinence of Eve will bring on men. Adam weeps at the sight, but eventually regains his composure and renews his plaint.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nsight,  That Adam, now enforced to close his eyes,  Sunk down, and all his spirits became entranced;  But him the gentle Angel by the hand  Soon raised, and his attention thus recalled.  Adam, now ope thine eyes; and first behold  The effects, which thy original crime hath wrought  In some to spring from thee; who never touched  The excepted tree; nor with the snake conspired;  Nor sinned thy sin; yet from that sin derive  Corruption, to bring forth more violent deeds.  His eyes he opened, and beheld a field,  Part arable and tilth, whereon were sheaves  New reaped; the other part sheep-walks and folds;  I’ the midst an altar as the land-mark stood,  Rustick, of grassy sord; thither anon  A sweaty reaper from his tillage brought  First fruits, the green ear, and the yellow sheaf,  Unculled, as came to hand; a shepherd next,  More meek, came with the firstlings of his flock,  Choicest and best; then, sacrificing, laid  The inwards and their fat, with incense strowed,  On the cleft wood, and all due rights performed:  His offering soon propitious fire from Heaven  Consumed with nimble glance, and grateful steam;  The other’s not, for his was not sincere;  Whereat he inly raged, and, as they talked,  Smote him into the midriff with a stone  That beat out life; he fell; and, deadly pale,  Groaned out his soul with gushing blood effused.  Much at that sight was Adam in his heart  Dismayed, and thus in haste to the Angel cried.  O Teacher, some great mischief hath befallen  To that meek man, who well had sacrificed;  Is piety thus and pure devotion paid?  To whom Michael thus, he also moved, replied.  These two are brethren, Adam, and to come  Out of thy loins; the unjust the just hath slain,  For envy that his brother’s offering found  From Heaven acceptance; but the bloody fact  Will be avenged; and the other’s faith, approved,  Lose no reward; though here thou see him die,  Rolling in dust and gore. To which our sire.  Alas! both for the deed, and for the cause!  But have I now seen Death? Is this the way  I must return to native dust? O sight  Of terrour, foul and ugly to behold,  Horrid to think, how horrible to feel!  To whom thus Michael. Death thou hast seen  In his first shape on Man; but many shapes  Of Death, and many are the ways that lead  To his grim cave, all dismal; yet to sense  More terrible at the entrance, than within.  Some, as thou sawest, by violent stroke shall die;  By fire, flood, famine, by intemperance more  In meats and drinks, which on the earth shall bring  Diseases dire, of which a monstrous crew  Before thee shall appear; that thou mayest know  What misery the inabstinence of Eve  Shall bring on Men. Immediately a place  Before his eyes appeared, sad, noisome, dark;  A lazar-house it seemed; wherein were laid  Numbers of all diseased; all maladies  Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms  Of heart-sick agony, all feverous kinds,  Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs,  Intestine stone and ulcer, colick-pangs,  Demoniack phrenzy, moaping melancholy,  And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy,  Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence,  Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums.  Dire was the tossing, deep the groans; Despair  Tended the sick busiest from couch to couch;  And over them triumphant Death his dart  Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked  With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.  Sight so deform what heart of rock could long  Dry-eyed behold? Adam could not, but wept,  Though not of woman born; compassion quelled  His best of man, and gave him up to tears  A space, till firmer thoughts restrained excess;  And, scarce recovering words, his plaint renewed.  O miserable mankind, to what fall  Degraded, to what wretched state reserved!  Better end here unborn. Why is life given  To be thus wrested from us? rather, why  Obtruded on us thus? who, if we knew  What we receive, would either not accept  Life offered, or soon beg to lay it down;  Glad to be so dismissed in"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Raphael relays to Adam the story of how God created the world and its first inhabitants. Lucifer, an angel once more radiant than any star, rebelled against God and was cast out of Heaven along with his followers. God, unfazed, decided to create a new race of beings to inhabit a new world. He commanded his Son, also known as the Word, to create the world and its first man, Adam.\n\nThe chain of events is as follows:\n\n1. Lucifer rebels against God and is cast out of Heaven.\n2. God declares his intention to create a new race of beings to inhabit a new world.\n3. God commands his Son to create the world and its first man.\n4. The Son carries out his Father's command and creates the world and Adam.\n5. The angels in Heaven rejoice at the creation of the new world and its inhabitants.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nsecrets ask  Of his eternal empire, but the more  To magnify his works, the more we know.  And the great light of day yet wants to run  Much of his race though steep; suspense in Heaven,  Held by thy voice, thy potent voice, he hears,  And longer will delay to hear thee tell  His generation, and the rising birth  Of Nature from the unapparent Deep:  Or if the star of evening and the moon  Haste to thy audience, Night with her will bring,  Silence; and Sleep, listening to thee, will watch;  Or we can bid his absence, till thy song  End, and dismiss thee ere the morning shine.  Thus Adam his illustrious guest besought:  And thus the Godlike Angel answered mild.  This also thy request, with caution asked,  Obtain; though to recount almighty works  What words or tongue of Seraph can suffice,  Or heart of man suffice to comprehend?  Yet what thou canst attain, which best may serve  To glorify the Maker, and infer  Thee also happier, shall not be withheld  Thy hearing; such commission from above  I have received, to answer thy desire  Of knowledge within bounds; beyond, abstain  To ask; nor let thine own inventions hope  Things not revealed, which the invisible King,  Only Omniscient, hath suppressed in night;  To none communicable in Earth or Heaven:  Enough is left besides to search and know.  But knowledge is as food, and needs no less  Her temperance over appetite, to know  In measure what the mind may well contain;  Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns  Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.  Know then, that, after Lucifer from Heaven  (So call him, brighter once amidst the host  Of Angels, than that star the stars among,)  Fell with his flaming legions through the deep  Into his place, and the great Son returned  Victorious with his Saints, the Omnipotent  Eternal Father from his throne beheld  Their multitude, and to his Son thus spake.  At least our envious Foe hath failed, who thought  All like himself rebellious, by whose aid  This inaccessible high strength, the seat  Of Deity supreme, us dispossessed,  He trusted to have seised, and into fraud  Drew many, whom their place knows here no more:  Yet far the greater part have kept, I see,  Their station; Heaven, yet populous, retains  Number sufficient to possess her realms  Though wide, and this high temple to frequent  With ministeries due, and solemn rites:  But, lest his heart exalt him in the harm  Already done, to have dispeopled Heaven,  My damage fondly deemed, I can repair  That detriment, if such it be to lose  Self-lost; and in a moment will create  Another world, out of one man a race  Of men innumerable, there to dwell,  Not here; till, by degrees of merit raised,  They open to themselves at length the way  Up hither, under long obedience tried;  And Earth be changed to Heaven, and Heaven to Earth,  One kingdom, joy and union without end.  Mean while inhabit lax, ye Powers of Heaven;  And thou my Word, begotten Son, by thee  This I perform; speak thou, and be it done!  My overshadowing Spirit and Might with thee  I send along; ride forth, and bid the Deep  Within appointed bounds be Heaven and Earth;  Boundless the Deep, because I Am who fill  Infinitude, nor vacuous the space.  Though I, uncircumscribed myself, retire,  And put not forth my goodness, which is free  To act or not, Necessity and Chance  Approach not me, and what I will is Fate.  So spake the Almighty, and to what he spake  His Word, the Filial Godhead, gave effect.  Immediate are the acts of God, more swift  Than time or motion, but to human ears  Cannot without process of speech be told,  So told as earthly notion can receive.  Great triumph and rejoicing was in Heaven,  When such was heard declared the Almighty’s will;  Glory they sung to the Most High, good will  To future men, and in their dwellings peace;  Glory to Him, whose just avenging ire  Had driven out the ungodly from his sight  And the habitations of the just; to Him  Glory and praise, whose wisdom had ordained  Good out of"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The celestial spirits, who were once in bondage and covered under darkness in the abyss, have now matured their thoughts and decided to wage war against the Highest. The spirits are led by Mammon, who was the least erected spirit that fell from Heaven and has always been downward bent, admiring the riches of heaven’s pavement. Mammon and his crew open a spacious wound in a hill and dig out ribs of gold. They also build a huge fabric like a temple, filled with various kinds of gold and adorned with pillars, cornices, friezes, and starry lamps. The multitude admires the work and praises the architect, who is known in Heaven by many towered structures and in ancient Greece and Ausonian land as Mulciber. However, the spirits err in their belief that Mulciber fell from Heaven only recently, as he had fallen long before with this rebellious rout.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nCelestial Spirits in bondage, nor th’ Abyss  Long under darkness cover. But these thoughts  Full counsel must mature. Peace is despaired;  For who can think submission? War, then, war  Open or understood, must be resolved.”      He spake; and, to confirm his words, outflew  Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs  Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze  Far round illumined Hell. Highly they raged  Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms  Clashed on their sounding shields the din of war,  Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heaven.      There stood a hill not far, whose grisly top  Belched fire and rolling smoke; the rest entire  Shone with a glossy scurf—undoubted sign  That in his womb was hid metallic ore,  The work of sulphur. Thither, winged with speed,  A numerous brigade hastened: as when bands  Of pioneers, with spade and pickaxe armed,  Forerun the royal camp, to trench a field,  Or cast a rampart. Mammon led them on—  Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell  From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts  Were always downward bent, admiring more  The riches of heaven’s pavement, trodden gold,  Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed  In vision beatific. By him first  Men also, and by his suggestion taught,  Ransacked the centre, and with impious hands  Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth  For treasures better hid. Soon had his crew  Opened into the hill a spacious wound,  And digged out ribs of gold. Let none admire  That riches grow in Hell; that soil may best  Deserve the precious bane. And here let those  Who boast in mortal things, and wondering tell  Of Babel, and the works of Memphian kings,  Learn how their greatest monuments of fame  And strength, and art, are easily outdone  By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour  What in an age they, with incessant toil  And hands innumerable, scarce perform.  Nigh on the plain, in many cells prepared,  That underneath had veins of liquid fire  Sluiced from the lake, a second multitude  With wondrous art founded the massy ore,  Severing each kind, and scummed the bullion-dross.  A third as soon had formed within the ground  A various mould, and from the boiling cells  By strange conveyance filled each hollow nook;  As in an organ, from one blast of wind,  To many a row of pipes the sound-board breathes.  Anon out of the earth a fabric huge  Rose like an exhalation, with the sound  Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet—  Built like a temple, where pilasters round  Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid  With golden architrave; nor did there want  Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven;  The roof was fretted gold. Not Babylon  Nor great Alcairo such magnificence  Equalled in all their glories, to enshrine  Belus or Serapis their gods, or seat  Their kings, when Egypt with Assyria strove  In wealth and luxury. Th’ ascending pile  Stood fixed her stately height, and straight the doors,  Opening their brazen folds, discover, wide  Within, her ample spaces o’er the smooth  And level pavement: from the arched roof,  Pendent by subtle magic, many a row  Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed  With naptha and asphaltus, yielded light  As from a sky. The hasty multitude  Admiring entered; and the work some praise,  And some the architect. His hand was known  In Heaven by many a towered structure high,  Where sceptred Angels held their residence,  And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King  Exalted to such power, and gave to rule,  Each in his Hierarchy, the Orders bright.  Nor was his name unheard or unadored  In ancient Greece; and in Ausonian land  Men called him Mulciber; and how he fell  From Heaven they fabled, thrown by angry Jove  Sheer o’er the crystal battlements: from morn  To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,  A summer’s day, and with the setting sun  Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star,  On Lemnos, th’ Aegaean isle. Thus they relate,  Erring; for he with this rebellious rout  Fell long before; nor aught availed him now  To"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is in the Garden of Eden, where God and Adam have a conversation.\n\nChain of events:\n1. Adam marvels at the wonders of the universe and the provisions God has made for mankind.\n2. He expresses his loneliness and wonders who he can share this goodness with.\n3. God responds by pointing out the various creatures and the natural world that Adam can interact with and rule over.\n4. Adam explains that he seeks a more equal and rational society, which the animals cannot provide.\n5. God explains that He is alone and has no equal, but has created creatures inferior to Adam to keep him company.\n6. Adam argues that he needs a companion who is like him, in order to help and solace his imperfections.\n7. God agrees and reveals that He will create a helpmate for Adam, who will be his likeness and fit help.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nthese,  Above mankind, or aught than mankind higher,  Surpassest far my naming; how may I  Adore thee, Author of this universe,  And all this good to man? for whose well being  So amply, and with hands so liberal,  Thou hast provided all things: But with me  I see not who partakes. In solitude  What happiness, who can enjoy alone,  Or, all enjoying, what contentment find?  Thus I presumptuous; and the Vision bright,  As with a smile more brightened, thus replied.  What callest thou solitude? Is not the Earth  With various living creatures, and the air  Replenished, and all these at thy command  To come and play before thee? Knowest thou not  Their language and their ways? They also know,  And reason not contemptibly: With these  Find pastime, and bear rule; thy realm is large.  So spake the Universal Lord, and seemed  So ordering: I, with leave of speech implored,  And humble deprecation, thus replied.  Let not my words offend thee, Heavenly Power;  My Maker, be propitious while I speak.  Hast thou not made me here thy substitute,  And these inferiour far beneath me set?  Among unequals what society  Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?  Which must be mutual, in proportion due  Given and received; but, in disparity  The one intense, the other still remiss,  Cannot well suit with either, but soon prove  Tedious alike: Of fellowship I speak  Such as I seek, fit to participate  All rational delight: wherein the brute  Cannot be human consort: They rejoice  Each with their kind, lion with lioness;  So fitly them in pairs thou hast combined:  Much less can bird with beast, or fish with fowl  So well converse, nor with the ox the ape;  Worse then can man with beast, and least of all.  Whereto the Almighty answered, not displeased.  A nice and subtle happiness, I see,  Thou to thyself proposest, in the choice  Of thy associates, Adam! and wilt taste  No pleasure, though in pleasure, solitary.  What thinkest thou then of me, and this my state?  Seem I to thee sufficiently possessed  Of happiness, or not? who am alone  From all eternity; for none I know  Second to me or like, equal much less.  How have I then with whom to hold converse,  Save with the creatures which I made, and those  To me inferiour, infinite descents  Beneath what other creatures are to thee?  He ceased; I lowly answered. To attain  The highth and depth of thy eternal ways  All human thoughts come short, Supreme of things!  Thou in thyself art perfect, and in thee  Is no deficience found: Not so is Man,  But in degree; the cause of his desire  By conversation with his like to help  Or solace his defects. No need that thou  Shouldst propagate, already Infinite;  And through all numbers absolute, though One:  But Man by number is to manifest  His single imperfection, and beget  Like of his like, his image multiplied,  In unity defective; which requires  Collateral love, and dearest amity.  Thou in thy secresy although alone,  Best with thyself accompanied, seekest not  Social communication; yet, so pleased,  Canst raise thy creature to what highth thou wilt  Of union or communion, deified:  I, by conversing, cannot these erect  From prone; nor in their ways complacence find.  Thus I emboldened spake, and freedom used  Permissive, and acceptance found; which gained  This answer from the gracious Voice Divine.  Thus far to try thee, Adam, I was pleased;  And find thee knowing, not of beasts alone,  Which thou hast rightly named, but of thyself;  Expressing well the spirit within thee free,  My image, not imparted to the brute;  Whose fellowship therefore unmeet for thee  Good reason was thou freely shouldst dislike;  And be so minded still: I, ere thou spakest,  Knew it not good for Man to be alone;  And no such company as then thou sawest  Intended thee; for trial only brought,  To see how thou couldest judge of fit and meet:  What next I bring shall please thee, be assured,  Thy likeness, thy fit help, thy other self,  Thy wish exactly to thy heart’s desire.  He"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is Heaven, where a debate between the fervent Angel and the Apostate (Satan) takes place. The fervent Angel tries to convince the Apostate to cease his impious rage and temptation, and to appease the incensed Father and Son. However, the Apostate, who claims to be self-begot and self-raised, rejects the fervent Angel's advice and instead declares his puissance and intention to besiege the almighty throne. The Seraph Abdiel, faithful among the faithless, speaks out against the Apostate and his crew, and then makes his way through hostile scorn to swift destruction doomed. The scene ends with the description of a cave within the mount of God, where light and darkness lodge and dislodge by turns.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nfrom thought  To make us less, bent rather to exalt  Our happy state, under one head more near  United. But to grant it thee unjust,  That equal over equals monarch reign:  Thyself, though great and glorious, dost thou count,  Or all angelick nature joined in one,  Equal to him begotten Son? by whom,  As by his Word, the Mighty Father made  All things, even thee; and all the Spirits of Heaven  By him created in their bright degrees,  Crowned them with glory, and to their glory named  Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers,  Essential Powers; nor by his reign obscured,  But more illustrious made; since he the head  One of our number thus reduced becomes;  His laws our laws; all honour to him done  Returns our own. Cease then this impious rage,  And tempt not these; but hasten to appease  The incensed Father, and the incensed Son,  While pardon may be found in time besought.  So spake the fervent Angel; but his zeal  None seconded, as out of season judged,  Or singular and rash: Whereat rejoiced  The Apostate, and, more haughty, thus replied.  That we were formed then sayest thou? and the work  Of secondary hands, by task transferred  From Father to his Son? strange point and new!  Doctrine which we would know whence learned: who saw  When this creation was? rememberest thou  Thy making, while the Maker gave thee being?  We know no time when we were not as now;  Know none before us, self-begot, self-raised  By our own quickening power, when fatal course  Had circled his full orb, the birth mature  Of this our native Heaven, ethereal sons.  Our puissance is our own; our own right hand  Shall teach us highest deeds, by proof to try  Who is our equal: Then thou shalt behold  Whether by supplication we intend  Address, and to begirt the almighty throne  Beseeching or besieging. This report,  These tidings carry to the anointed King;  And fly, ere evil intercept thy flight.  He said; and, as the sound of waters deep,  Hoarse murmur echoed to his words applause  Through the infinite host; nor less for that  The flaming Seraph fearless, though alone  Encompassed round with foes, thus answered bold.  O alienate from God, O Spirit accursed,  Forsaken of all good! I see thy fall  Determined, and thy hapless crew involved  In this perfidious fraud, contagion spread  Both of thy crime and punishment: Henceforth  No more be troubled how to quit the yoke  Of God’s Messiah; those indulgent laws  Will not be now vouchsafed; other decrees  Against thee are gone forth without recall;  That golden scepter, which thou didst reject,  Is now an iron rod to bruise and break  Thy disobedience. Well thou didst advise;  Yet not for thy advice or threats I fly  These wicked tents devoted, lest the wrath  Impendent, raging into sudden flame,  Distinguish not: For soon expect to feel  His thunder on thy head, devouring fire.  Then who created thee lamenting learn,  When who can uncreate thee thou shalt know.  So spake the Seraph Abdiel, faithful found  Among the faithless, faithful only he;  Among innumerable false, unmoved,  Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified,  His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal;  Nor number, nor example, with him wrought  To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind,  Though single. From amidst them forth he passed,  Long way through hostile scorn, which he sustained  Superiour, nor of violence feared aught;  And, with retorted scorn, his back he turned  On those proud towers to swift destruction doomed.          Book VI      All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued,  Through Heaven’s wide champain held his way; till Morn,  Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand  Unbarred the gates of light. There is a cave  Within the mount of God, fast by his throne,  Where light and darkness in perpetual round  Lodge and dislodge by turns, which makes through Heaven  Grateful vicissitude, like day and night;  Light issues forth, and at the other door  Obsequious darkness enters, till her hour  To veil the Heaven, though darkness"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is the Garden of Eden, where the devil, disguised as a serpent, is admiring the love between Adam and Eve. The devil is envious of their happiness and plans to tempt them with the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge. Meanwhile, in a higher part of the garden, the angel Gabriel is keeping watch at the entrance of the gate. Uriel, another angel, comes to Gabriel to inform him that he saw a strange spirit near the north of the garden who seemed to be from the banished crew.\n\nThe chain of events is as follows:\n\n1. The devil admires the love between Adam and Eve and feels envious.\n2. The devil plans to tempt Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge.\n3. Uriel sees a strange spirit near the north of the garden who seems to be from the banished crew.\n4. Uriel informs Gabriel about the strange spirit.\n5. Gabriel is keeping watch at the entrance of the gate in the higher part of the garden.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nflowing gold  Of her loose tresses hid: he in delight  Both of her beauty, and submissive charms,  Smiled with superiour love, as Jupiter  On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds  That shed Mayflowers; and pressed her matron lip  With kisses pure: Aside the Devil turned  For envy; yet with jealous leer malign  Eyed them askance, and to himself thus plained.  Sight hateful, sight tormenting! thus these two,  Imparadised in one another’s arms,  The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill  Of bliss on bliss; while I to Hell am thrust,  Where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire,  Among our other torments not the least,  Still unfulfilled with pain of longing pines.  Yet let me not forget what I have gained  From their own mouths: All is not theirs, it seems;  One fatal tree there stands, of knowledge called,  Forbidden them to taste: Knowledge forbidden  Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord  Envy them that? Can it be sin to know?  Can it be death? And do they only stand  By ignorance? Is that their happy state,  The proof of their obedience and their faith?  O fair foundation laid whereon to build  Their ruin! hence I will excite their minds  With more desire to know, and to reject  Envious commands, invented with design  To keep them low, whom knowledge might exalt  Equal with Gods: aspiring to be such,  They taste and die: What likelier can ensue  But first with narrow search I must walk round  This garden, and no corner leave unspied;  A chance but chance may lead where I may meet  Some wandering Spirit of Heaven by fountain side,  Or in thick shade retired, from him to draw  What further would be learned. Live while ye may,  Yet happy pair; enjoy, till I return,  Short pleasures, for long woes are to succeed!  So saying, his proud step he scornful turned,  But with sly circumspection, and began  Through wood, through waste, o’er hill, o’er dale, his roam  Mean while in utmost longitude, where Heaven  With earth and ocean meets, the setting sun  Slowly descended, and with right aspect  Against the eastern gate of Paradise  Levelled his evening rays: It was a rock  Of alabaster, piled up to the clouds,  Conspicuous far, winding with one ascent  Accessible from earth, one entrance high;  The rest was craggy cliff, that overhung  Still as it rose, impossible to climb.  Betwixt these rocky pillars Gabriel sat,  Chief of the angelick guards, awaiting night;  About him exercised heroick games  The unarmed youth of Heaven, but nigh at hand  Celestial armoury, shields, helms, and spears,  Hung high with diamond flaming, and with gold.  Thither came Uriel, gliding through the even  On a sun-beam, swift as a shooting star  In autumn thwarts the night, when vapours fired  Impress the air, and shows the mariner  From what point of his compass to beware  Impetuous winds: He thus began in haste.  Gabriel, to thee thy course by lot hath given  Charge and strict watch, that to this happy place  No evil thing approach or enter in.  This day at highth of noon came to my sphere  A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know  More of the Almighty’s works, and chiefly Man,  God’s latest image: I described his way  Bent all on speed, and marked his aery gait;  But in the mount that lies from Eden north,  Where he first lighted, soon discerned his looks  Alien from Heaven, with passions foul obscured:  Mine eye pursued him still, but under shade  Lost sight of him: One of the banished crew,  I fear, hath ventured from the deep, to raise  New troubles; him thy care must be to find.  To whom the winged warriour thus returned.  Uriel, no wonder if thy perfect sight,  Amid the sun’s bright circle where thou sitst,  See far and wide: In at this gate none pass  The vigilance here placed, but such as come  Well known from Heaven; and since meridian hour  No creature thence: If Spirit of other sort,  So minded, have o’er-leaped these earthly bounds  On purpose, hard thou knowest it to exclude  Spiritual substance with corporeal bar.  But if within"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Michael and his army of angels have been battling against the rebel angels, led by Lucifer, who have revolted against God. The battle has been fierce, but God the Father has not yet intervened. Suddenly, God's throne becomes visible, and the Son of God (Jesus) rises from it, surrounded by ten thousand saints and accompanied by the archangel Michael. The Son of God is dressed in radiant armor, and his appearance is accompanied by a bright light and the sound of a whirlwind. He speaks to the angels, telling them to stand down and let him deal with the rebel angels. The rebel angels, hardened by envy and pride, refuse to surrender and prepare for a final battle against the Son of God. The Son of God accepts their challenge and prepares to fight them alone, promising to pour out God's indignation upon them. His appearance becomes too terrifying for the angels to behold, and they stand back in awe as he readies himself for battle.</s> \n[/INST]\n\non  Thy terrours, as I put thy mildness on,  Image of thee in all things; and shall soon,  Armed with thy might, rid Heaven of these rebelled;  To their prepared ill mansion driven down,  To chains of darkness, and the undying worm;  That from thy just obedience could revolt,  Whom to obey is happiness entire.  Then shall thy Saints unmixed, and from the impure  Far separate, circling thy holy mount,  Unfeigned Halleluiahs to thee sing,  Hymns of high praise, and I among them Chief.  So said, he, o’er his scepter bowing, rose  From the right hand of Glory where he sat;  And the third sacred morn began to shine,  Dawning through Heaven. Forth rushed with whirlwind sound  The chariot of Paternal Deity,  Flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel undrawn,  Itself instinct with Spirit, but convoyed  By four Cherubick shapes; four faces each  Had wonderous; as with stars, their bodies all  And wings were set with eyes; with eyes the wheels  Of beryl, and careering fires between;  Over their heads a crystal firmament,  Whereon a sapphire throne, inlaid with pure  Amber, and colours of the showery arch.  He, in celestial panoply all armed  Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought,  Ascended; at his right hand Victory  Sat eagle-winged; beside him hung his bow  And quiver with three-bolted thunder stored;  And from about him fierce effusion rolled  Of smoke, and bickering flame, and sparkles dire:  Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints,  He onward came; far off his coming shone;  And twenty thousand (I their number heard)  Chariots of God, half on each hand, were seen;  He on the wings of Cherub rode sublime  On the crystalline sky, in sapphire throned,  Illustrious far and wide; but by his own  First seen: Them unexpected joy surprised,  When the great ensign of Messiah blazed  Aloft by Angels borne, his sign in Heaven;  Under whose conduct Michael soon reduced  His army, circumfused on either wing,  Under their Head imbodied all in one.  Before him Power Divine his way prepared;  At his command the uprooted hills retired  Each to his place; they heard his voice, and went  Obsequious; Heaven his wonted face renewed,  And with fresh flowerets hill and valley smiled.  This saw his hapless foes, but stood obdured,  And to rebellious fight rallied their Powers,  Insensate, hope conceiving from despair.  In heavenly Spirits could such perverseness dwell?  But to convince the proud what signs avail,  Or wonders move the obdurate to relent?  They, hardened more by what might most reclaim,  Grieving to see his glory, at the sight  Took envy; and, aspiring to his highth,  Stood re-embattled fierce, by force or fraud  Weening to prosper, and at length prevail  Against God and Messiah, or to fall  In universal ruin last; and now  To final battle drew, disdaining flight,  Or faint retreat; when the great Son of God  To all his host on either hand thus spake.  Stand still in bright array, ye Saints; here stand,  Ye Angels armed; this day from battle rest:  Faithful hath been your warfare, and of God  Accepted, fearless in his righteous cause;  And as ye have received, so have ye done,  Invincibly: But of this cursed crew  The punishment to other hand belongs;  Vengeance is his, or whose he sole appoints:  Number to this day’s work is not ordained,  Nor multitude; stand only, and behold  God’s indignation on these godless poured  By me; not you, but me, they have despised,  Yet envied; against me is all their rage,  Because the Father, to whom in Heaven s’preme  Kingdom, and power, and glory appertains,  Hath honoured me, according to his will.  Therefore to me their doom he hath assigned;  That they may have their wish, to try with me  In battle which the stronger proves; they all,  Or I alone against them; since by strength  They measure all, of other excellence  Not emulous, nor care who them excels;  Nor other strife with them do I vouchsafe.  So spake the Son, and into terrour changed  His countenance too severe to be beheld,  And full of"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the aftermath of eating the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, Adam and Eve contemplate the consequences of their actions. Eve, in her despair, suggests that they remain childless to prevent the birth of a \"woeful race\" and to \"free / From what we fear for both\" by seeking death. Adam, however, disagrees and encourages Eve to find a \"safer resolution\" and to remember the \"mild / And gracious temper\" with which God heard and judged them.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. Eve expresses her despair at the thought of bringing children into the world, who will suffer as she and Adam have suffered.\n2. Eve suggests that they remain childless and seek death as a way to escape their misery.\n3. Adam disagrees with Eve's suggestion and counsels her to find a \"safer resolution.\"\n4. Adam reminds Eve of the curse that has been placed upon them, and the pain that she will experience in childbirth.\n5. Adam encourages Eve to remember the \"mild / And gracious temper\" with which God heard and judged them.\n \n[/INST]\n\nend; though sharp and sad, yet tolerable,  As in our evils, and of easier choice.  If care of our descent perplex us most,  Which must be born to certain woe, devoured  By Death at last; and miserable it is  To be to others cause of misery,  Our own begotten, and of our loins to bring  Into this cursed world a woeful race,  That after wretched life must be at last  Food for so foul a monster; in thy power  It lies, yet ere conception to prevent  The race unblest, to being yet unbegot.  Childless thou art, childless remain: so Death  Shall be deceived his glut, and with us two  Be forced to satisfy his ravenous maw.  But if thou judge it hard and difficult,  Conversing, looking, loving, to abstain  From love’s due rights, nuptial embraces sweet;  And with desire to languish without hope,  Before the present object languishing  With like desire; which would be misery  And torment less than none of what we dread;  Then, both ourselves and seed at once to free  From what we fear for both, let us make short,—  Let us seek Death;—or, he not found, supply  With our own hands his office on ourselves:  Why stand we longer shivering under fears,  That show no end but death, and have the power,  Of many ways to die the shortest choosing,  Destruction with destruction to destroy?—  She ended here, or vehement despair  Broke off the rest: so much of death her thoughts  Had entertained, as dyed her cheeks with pale.  But Adam, with such counsel nothing swayed,  To better hopes his more attentive mind  Labouring had raised; and thus to Eve replied.  Eve, thy contempt of life and pleasure seems  To argue in thee something more sublime  And excellent, than what thy mind contemns;  But self-destruction therefore sought, refutes  That excellence thought in thee; and implies,  Not thy contempt, but anguish and regret  For loss of life and pleasure overloved.  Or if thou covet death, as utmost end  Of misery, so thinking to evade  The penalty pronounced; doubt not but God  Hath wiselier armed his vengeful ire, than so  To be forestalled; much more I fear lest death,  So snatched, will not exempt us from the pain  We are by doom to pay; rather, such acts  Of contumacy will provoke the Highest  To make death in us live: Then let us seek  Some safer resolution, which methinks  I have in view, calling to mind with heed  Part of our sentence, that thy seed shall bruise  The Serpent’s head; piteous amends! unless  Be meant, whom I conjecture, our grand foe,  Satan; who, in the serpent, hath contrived  Against us this deceit: To crush his head  Would be revenge indeed! which will be lost  By death brought on ourselves, or childless days  Resolved, as thou proposest; so our foe  Shal ’scape his punishment ordained, and we  Instead shall double ours upon our heads.  No more be mentioned then of violence  Against ourselves; and wilful barrenness,  That cuts us off from hope; and savours only  Rancour and pride, impatience and despite,  Reluctance against God and his just yoke  Laid on our necks. Remember with what mild  And gracious temper he both heard, and judged,  Without wrath or reviling; we expected  Immediate dissolution, which we thought  Was meant by death that day; when lo! to thee  Pains only in child-bearing were foretold,  And bringing forth; soon recompensed with joy,  Fruit of thy womb: On me the curse aslope  Glanced on the ground; with labour I must earn  My bread; what harm? Idleness had been worse;  My labour will sustain me; and, lest cold  Or heat should injure us, his timely care  Hath, unbesought, provided; and his hands  Clothed us unworthy, pitying while he judged;  How much more, if we pray him, will his ear  Be open, and his heart to pity incline,  And teach us further by what means to shun  The inclement seasons, rain, ice, hail, and snow!  Which now the sky, with various face, begins  To show us in this mountain; while the winds  Blow moist and keen, shattering the graceful locks  Of these fair spreading trees; which bids us"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The scene opens with a description of the peaceful and joyful sounds of nature, contrasting the discord and hatred among men who wage wars against each other. The Stygian council, consisting of the grand infernal Peers, assembles and discusses their plans for destruction. Their mighty leader, who seems to be the main antagonist of Heaven, announces their plans with a regal sound. The infernal hosts celebrate their plans with loud acclaim. After their meeting, the powers disband and each one pursues their own way, engaging in various activities such as racing, fighting, and singing. Some argue about philosophy and wisdom, while others go on bold adventures to discover easier habitations. The scene closes with a description of the four infernal rivers, including the river of oblivion, Lethe.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nnotes renew, and bleating herds  Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.  O shame to men! Devil with devil damned  Firm concord holds; men only disagree  Of creatures rational, though under hope  Of heavenly grace, and, God proclaiming peace,  Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife  Among themselves, and levy cruel wars  Wasting the earth, each other to destroy:  As if (which might induce us to accord)  Man had not hellish foes enow besides,  That day and night for his destruction wait!      The Stygian council thus dissolved; and forth  In order came the grand infernal Peers:  Midst came their mighty Paramount, and seemed  Alone th’ antagonist of Heaven, nor less  Than Hell’s dread Emperor, with pomp supreme,  And god-like imitated state: him round  A globe of fiery Seraphim enclosed  With bright emblazonry, and horrent arms.  Then of their session ended they bid cry  With trumpet’s regal sound the great result:  Toward the four winds four speedy Cherubim  Put to their mouths the sounding alchemy,  By herald’s voice explained; the hollow Abyss  Heard far and wide, and all the host of Hell  With deafening shout returned them loud acclaim.  Thence more at ease their minds, and somewhat raised  By false presumptuous hope, the ranged Powers  Disband; and, wandering, each his several way  Pursues, as inclination or sad choice  Leads him perplexed, where he may likeliest find  Truce to his restless thoughts, and entertain  The irksome hours, till his great Chief return.  Part on the plain, or in the air sublime,  Upon the wing or in swift race contend,  As at th’ Olympian games or Pythian fields;  Part curb their fiery steeds, or shun the goal  With rapid wheels, or fronted brigades form:  As when, to warn proud cities, war appears  Waged in the troubled sky, and armies rush  To battle in the clouds; before each van  Prick forth the airy knights, and couch their spears,  Till thickest legions close; with feats of arms  From either end of heaven the welkin burns.  Others, with vast Typhoean rage, more fell,  Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air  In whirlwind; Hell scarce holds the wild uproar:—  As when Alcides, from Oechalia crowned  With conquest, felt th’ envenomed robe, and tore  Through pain up by the roots Thessalian pines,  And Lichas from the top of Oeta threw  Into th’ Euboic sea. Others, more mild,  Retreated in a silent valley, sing  With notes angelical to many a harp  Their own heroic deeds, and hapless fall  By doom of battle, and complain that Fate  Free Virtue should enthrall to Force or Chance.  Their song was partial; but the harmony  (What could it less when Spirits immortal sing?)  Suspended Hell, and took with ravishment  The thronging audience. In discourse more sweet  (For Eloquence the Soul, Song charms the Sense)  Others apart sat on a hill retired,  In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high  Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, and Fate—  Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute,  And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.  Of good and evil much they argued then,  Of happiness and final misery,  Passion and apathy, and glory and shame:  Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy!—  Yet, with a pleasing sorcery, could charm  Pain for a while or anguish, and excite  Fallacious hope, or arm th’ obdured breast  With stubborn patience as with triple steel.  Another part, in squadrons and gross bands,  On bold adventure to discover wide  That dismal world, if any clime perhaps  Might yield them easier habitation, bend  Four ways their flying march, along the banks  Of four infernal rivers, that disgorge  Into the burning lake their baleful streams—  Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate;  Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;  Cocytus, named of lamentation loud  Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegeton,  Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.  Far off from these, a slow and silent stream,  Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls  Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks  Forthwith his"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text is a philosophical and theological discussion about the nature of the universe, the position of Earth and Heaven, and the role of humans in the grand scheme of things. The chain of events is as follows:\n\n1. The speaker asserts that greatness or brightness does not necessarily imply excellence, using the example of the Earth, which is smaller and less bright than Heaven but may contain more solid good.\n2. The speaker argues that the sun's virtue is only effective on Earth, where its beams receive vigor and benefit the planet.\n3. The speaker reminds the reader that the heavenly bodies are not there to serve Earth but its inhabitants.\n4. The speaker extols the magnificence of the Maker who built the heavens in such a spacious and magnificent way.\n5. The speaker suggests that the swiftness of the heavenly bodies' motion is a testament to the Omnipotence of the Maker.\n6. The speaker argues that the distance between Earth and Heaven is a deliberate act of God to remove his ways from human sense.\n7. The speaker proposes the possibility of the sun being the center of the world and other stars dancing \n[/INST]\n\nand greater should not serve  The less not bright, nor Heaven such journeys run,  Earth sitting still, when she alone receives  The benefit: Consider first, that great  Or bright infers not excellence: the Earth  Though, in comparison of Heaven, so small,  Nor glistering, may of solid good contain  More plenty than the sun that barren shines;  Whose virtue on itself works no effect,  But in the fruitful Earth; there first received,  His beams, unactive else, their vigour find.  Yet not to Earth are those bright luminaries  Officious; but to thee, Earth’s habitant.  And for the Heaven’s wide circuit, let it speak  The Maker’s high magnificence, who built  So spacious, and his line stretched out so far;  That Man may know he dwells not in his own;  An edifice too large for him to fill,  Lodged in a small partition; and the rest  Ordained for uses to his Lord best known.  The swiftness of those circles attribute,  Though numberless, to his Omnipotence,  That to corporeal substances could add  Speed almost spiritual: Me thou thinkest not slow,  Who since the morning-hour set out from Heaven  Where God resides, and ere mid-day arrived  In Eden; distance inexpressible  By numbers that have name. But this I urge,  Admitting motion in the Heavens, to show  Invalid that which thee to doubt it moved;  Not that I so affirm, though so it seem  To thee who hast thy dwelling here on Earth.  God, to remove his ways from human sense,  Placed Heaven from Earth so far, that earthly sight,  If it presume, might err in things too high,  And no advantage gain. What if the sun  Be center to the world; and other stars,  By his attractive virtue and their own  Incited, dance about him various rounds?  Their wandering course now high, now low, then hid,  Progressive, retrograde, or standing still,  In six thou seest; and what if seventh to these  The planet earth, so stedfast though she seem,  Insensibly three different motions move?  Which else to several spheres thou must ascribe,  Moved contrary with thwart obliquities;  Or save the sun his labour, and that swift  Nocturnal and diurnal rhomb supposed,  Invisible else above all stars, the wheel  Of day and night; which needs not thy belief,  If earth, industrious of herself, fetch day  Travelling east, and with her part averse  From the sun’s beam meet night, her other part  Still luminous by his ray. What if that light,  Sent from her through the wide transpicuous air,  To the terrestrial moon be as a star,  Enlightening her by day, as she by night  This earth? reciprocal, if land be there,  Fields and inhabitants: Her spots thou seest  As clouds, and clouds may rain, and rain produce  Fruits in her softened soil for some to eat  Allotted there; and other suns perhaps,  With their attendant moons, thou wilt descry,  Communicating male and female light;  Which two great sexes animate the world,  Stored in each orb perhaps with some that live.  For such vast room in Nature unpossessed  By living soul, desart and desolate,  Only to shine, yet scarce to contribute  Each orb a glimpse of light, conveyed so far  Down to this habitable, which returns  Light back to them, is obvious to dispute.  But whether thus these things, or whether not;  But whether the sun, predominant in Heaven,  Rise on the earth; or earth rise on the sun;  He from the east his flaming road begin;  Or she from west her silent course advance,  With inoffensive pace that spinning sleeps  On her soft axle, while she paces even,  And bears thee soft with the smooth air along;  Sollicit not thy thoughts with matters hid;  Leave them to God above; him serve, and fear!  Of other creatures, as him pleases best,  Wherever placed, let him dispose; joy thou  In what he gives to thee, this Paradise  And thy fair Eve; Heaven is for thee too high  To know what passes there; be lowly wise:  Think only what concerns thee, and thy being;  Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there  Live, in what state, condition, or degree;  Contented that"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: Moloch advocates for open war against Heaven, citing his strength and desire to not be considered less than equal by the Eternal. He believes that they should attack Heaven's high towers with Hell-flames and fury, turning their tortures into weapons against the Torturer. He argues that the way to Heaven is easy for them, as they ascend in their proper motion, and that they have nothing to fear but eternal suffering in the abhorred deep. Belial, on the other hand, rises and speaks in a more graceful and humane manner. He seems to be a fair and dignified person, but his thoughts are low and he is industrious in vice but timorous and slothful in nobler deeds. Despite his persuasive tongue, he dissuades the peers from immediate war, citing the fact that their most excellent warrior, who excels in both fact and counsel, is grounding his courage on despair and utter dissolution. He notes that the towers of Heaven are filled with armed watch, making access impregnable, and that they should consider the ominous conjecture on the whole success of the war.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nassured us; and by what best way,  Whether of open war or covert guile,  We now debate. Who can advise may speak.”      He ceased; and next him Moloch, sceptred king,  Stood up—the strongest and the fiercest Spirit  That fought in Heaven, now fiercer by despair.  His trust was with th’ Eternal to be deemed  Equal in strength, and rather than be less  Cared not to be at all; with that care lost  Went all his fear: of God, or Hell, or worse,  He recked not, and these words thereafter spake:—      “My sentence is for open war. Of wiles,  More unexpert, I boast not: them let those  Contrive who need, or when they need; not now.  For, while they sit contriving, shall the rest—  Millions that stand in arms, and longing wait  The signal to ascend—sit lingering here,  Heaven’s fugitives, and for their dwelling-place  Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame,  The prison of his tyranny who reigns  By our delay? No! let us rather choose,  Armed with Hell-flames and fury, all at once  O’er Heaven’s high towers to force resistless way,  Turning our tortures into horrid arms  Against the Torturer; when, to meet the noise  Of his almighty engine, he shall hear  Infernal thunder, and, for lightning, see  Black fire and horror shot with equal rage  Among his Angels, and his throne itself  Mixed with Tartarean sulphur and strange fire,  His own invented torments. But perhaps  The way seems difficult, and steep to scale  With upright wing against a higher foe!  Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drench  Of that forgetful lake benumb not still,  That in our proper motion we ascend  Up to our native seat; descent and fall  To us is adverse. Who but felt of late,  When the fierce foe hung on our broken rear  Insulting, and pursued us through the Deep,  With what compulsion and laborious flight  We sunk thus low? Th’ ascent is easy, then;  Th’ event is feared! Should we again provoke  Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may find  To our destruction, if there be in Hell  Fear to be worse destroyed! What can be worse  Than to dwell here, driven out from bliss, condemned  In this abhorred deep to utter woe!  Where pain of unextinguishable fire  Must exercise us without hope of end  The vassals of his anger, when the scourge  Inexorably, and the torturing hour,  Calls us to penance? More destroyed than thus,  We should be quite abolished, and expire.  What fear we then? what doubt we to incense  His utmost ire? which, to the height enraged,  Will either quite consume us, and reduce  To nothing this essential—happier far  Than miserable to have eternal being!—  Or, if our substance be indeed divine,  And cannot cease to be, we are at worst  On this side nothing; and by proof we feel  Our power sufficient to disturb his Heaven,  And with perpetual inroads to alarm,  Though inaccessible, his fatal throne:  Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.”      He ended frowning, and his look denounced  Desperate revenge, and battle dangerous  To less than gods. On th’ other side up rose  Belial, in act more graceful and humane.  A fairer person lost not Heaven; he seemed  For dignity composed, and high exploit.  But all was false and hollow; though his tongue  Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear  The better reason, to perplex and dash  Maturest counsels: for his thoughts were low—  To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds  Timorous and slothful. Yet he pleased the ear,  And with persuasive accent thus began:—      “I should be much for open war, O Peers,  As not behind in hate, if what was urged  Main reason to persuade immediate war  Did not dissuade me most, and seem to cast  Ominous conjecture on the whole success;  When he who most excels in fact of arms,  In what he counsels and in what excels  Mistrustful, grounds his courage on despair  And utter dissolution, as the scope  Of all his aim, after some dire revenge.  First, what revenge? The towers of Heaven are filled  With armed watch, that render all access  Impregnable: oft on the bordering"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes a chain of events that take place in a frozen continent, which is the afterlife for the damned. The damned are brought to this place by harpy-footed Furies and are made to endure extreme conditions that alternate between fiery beds and icy landscapes. The damned wish for a drop of water from the Lethean sound to forget their pain and woe, but are prevented from doing so by Medusa and her Gorgonian terror. The landscape is filled with death and monstrous creatures. Meanwhile, Satan, the Adversary of God and Man, flies towards the gates of Hell to explore his solitary flight. The gates of Hell are made of brass, iron, and adamantine rock, and are impaled with circling fire. Before the gates sit two formidable Shapes, one of which is a serpent-woman with a cry of Hell-hounds never-ceasing bark, and the other is a shadowy figure with a kingly crown on its head.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nformer state and being forgets—  Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.  Beyond this flood a frozen continent  Lies dark and wild, beat with perpetual storms  Of whirlwind and dire hail, which on firm land  Thaws not, but gathers heap, and ruin seems  Of ancient pile; all else deep snow and ice,  A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog  Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old,  Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air  Burns frore, and cold performs th’ effect of fire.  Thither, by harpy-footed Furies haled,  At certain revolutions all the damned  Are brought; and feel by turns the bitter change  Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce,  From beds of raging fire to starve in ice  Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine  Immovable, infixed, and frozen round  Periods of time,—thence hurried back to fire.  They ferry over this Lethean sound  Both to and fro, their sorrow to augment,  And wish and struggle, as they pass, to reach  The tempting stream, with one small drop to lose  In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe,  All in one moment, and so near the brink;  But Fate withstands, and, to oppose th’ attempt,  Medusa with Gorgonian terror guards  The ford, and of itself the water flies  All taste of living wight, as once it fled  The lip of Tantalus. Thus roving on  In confused march forlorn, th’ adventurous bands,  With shuddering horror pale, and eyes aghast,  Viewed first their lamentable lot, and found  No rest. Through many a dark and dreary vale  They passed, and many a region dolorous,  O’er many a frozen, many a fiery alp,  Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death—  A universe of death, which God by curse  Created evil, for evil only good;  Where all life dies, death lives, and Nature breeds,  Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things,  Obominable, inutterable, and worse  Than fables yet have feigned or fear conceived,  Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.      Meanwhile the Adversary of God and Man,  Satan, with thoughts inflamed of highest design,  Puts on swift wings, and toward the gates of Hell  Explores his solitary flight: sometimes  He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left;  Now shaves with level wing the deep, then soars  Up to the fiery concave towering high.  As when far off at sea a fleet descried  Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds  Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles  Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring  Their spicy drugs; they on the trading flood,  Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape,  Ply stemming nightly toward the pole: so seemed  Far off the flying Fiend. At last appear  Hell-bounds, high reaching to the horrid roof,  And thrice threefold the gates; three folds were brass,  Three iron, three of adamantine rock,  Impenetrable, impaled with circling fire,  Yet unconsumed. Before the gates there sat  On either side a formidable Shape.  The one seemed woman to the waist, and fair,  But ended foul in many a scaly fold,  Voluminous and vast—a serpent armed  With mortal sting. About her middle round  A cry of Hell-hounds never-ceasing barked  With wide Cerberean mouths full loud, and rung  A hideous peal; yet, when they list, would creep,  If aught disturbed their noise, into her womb,  And kennel there; yet there still barked and howled  Within unseen. Far less abhorred than these  Vexed Scylla, bathing in the sea that parts  Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore;  Nor uglier follow the night-hag, when, called  In secret, riding through the air she comes,  Lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance  With Lapland witches, while the labouring moon  Eclipses at their charms. The other Shape—  If shape it might be called that shape had none  Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;  Or substance might be called that shadow seemed,  For each seemed either—black it stood as Night,  Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,  And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head  The likeness of a kingly crown had on.  Satan"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The fallen angel, Satan, is searching for a creature to use as a vessel for his \"dark suggestions\" in order to carry out his plan to corrupt mankind. He has searched the sea and land, from Eden to the river Ob in the north and as far south as the antarctic, and from the Orontes river in the west to the ocean-barred Darien in the east. He has considered every creature and found the serpent to be the most subtle of all. After much debate, he decides to enter the serpent and hide his suggestions from sharp-sighted creatures. Before doing so, he expresses his frustration and anger at his current state and the fact that he must use a creature to carry out his plans. He laments that he, who once contended with the gods for the highest seat, is now constrained to become a beast and mix with bestial slime. The chain of events in this passage includes Satan's search for a vessel, his consideration of different creatures, his decision to enter the serpent, and his expression of frustration and anger at his current state.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nin rising mist; then sought  Where to lie hid; sea he had searched, and land,  From Eden over Pontus and the pool  Maeotis, up beyond the river Ob;  Downward as far antarctick; and in length,  West from Orontes to the ocean barred  At Darien; thence to the land where flows  Ganges and Indus: Thus the orb he roamed  With narrow search; and with inspection deep  Considered every creature, which of all  Most opportune might serve his wiles; and found  The Serpent subtlest beast of all the field.  Him after long debate, irresolute  Of thoughts revolved, his final sentence chose  Fit vessel, fittest imp of fraud, in whom  To enter, and his dark suggestions hide  From sharpest sight: for, in the wily snake  Whatever sleights, none would suspicious mark,  As from his wit and native subtlety  Proceeding; which, in other beasts observed,  Doubt might beget of diabolick power  Active within, beyond the sense of brute.  Thus he resolved, but first from inward grief  His bursting passion into plaints thus poured.  More justly, seat worthier of Gods, as built  With second thoughts, reforming what was old!  O Earth, how like to Heaven, if not preferred  For what God, after better, worse would build?  Terrestrial Heaven, danced round by other Heavens  That shine, yet bear their bright officious lamps,  Light above light, for thee alone, as seems,  In thee concentring all their precious beams  Of sacred influence! As God in Heaven  Is center, yet extends to all; so thou,  Centring, receivest from all those orbs: in thee,  Not in themselves, all their known virtue appears  Productive in herb, plant, and nobler birth  Of creatures animate with gradual life  Of growth, sense, reason, all summed up in Man.  With what delight could I have walked thee round,  If I could joy in aught, sweet interchange  Of hill, and valley, rivers, woods, and plains,  Now land, now sea and shores with forest crowned,  Rocks, dens, and caves! But I in none of these  Find place or refuge; and the more I see  Pleasures about me, so much more I feel  Torment within me, as from the hateful siege  Of contraries: all good to me becomes  Bane, and in Heaven much worse would be my state.  But neither here seek I, no nor in Heaven  To dwell, unless by mastering Heaven’s Supreme;  Nor hope to be myself less miserable  By what I seek, but others to make such  As I, though thereby worse to me redound:  For only in destroying I find ease  To my relentless thoughts; and, him destroyed,  Or won to what may work his utter loss,  For whom all this was made, all this will soon  Follow, as to him linked in weal or woe;  In woe then; that destruction wide may range:  To me shall be the glory sole among  The infernal Powers, in one day to have marred  What he, Almighty styled, six nights and days  Continued making; and who knows how long  Before had been contriving? though perhaps  Not longer than since I, in one night, freed  From servitude inglorious well nigh half  The angelick name, and thinner left the throng  Of his adorers: He, to be avenged,  And to repair his numbers thus impaired,  Whether such virtue spent of old now failed  More Angels to create, if they at least  Are his created, or, to spite us more,  Determined to advance into our room  A creature formed of earth, and him endow,  Exalted from so base original,  With heavenly spoils, our spoils: What he decreed,  He effected; Man he made, and for him built  Magnificent this world, and earth his seat,  Him lord pronounced; and, O indignity!  Subjected to his service angel-wings,  And flaming ministers to watch and tend  Their earthly charge: Of these the vigilance  I dread; and, to elude, thus wrapt in mist  Of midnight vapour glide obscure, and pry  In every bush and brake, where hap may find  The serpent sleeping; in whose mazy folds  To hide me, and the dark intent I bring.  O foul descent! that I, who erst contended  With Gods to sit the highest, am now constrained  Into a beast; and, mixed with bestial slime,  This"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the Garden of Eden, Adam has just asked the Angel Raphael about the creation of the world and the strange disproportion between the Earth and the rest of the universe. Eve leaves the scene to check on the plants in the garden. Raphael tells Adam that it is natural for him to want to understand the mysteries of the universe, but that some things are meant to be concealed by the great Architect. He suggests that humans should admire the works of God rather than trying to understand the mechanics behind them. He also implies that humans will one day try to calculate the movements of the stars and build their own models of the heavens, which will likely be incorrect. Raphael's response suggests that he is aware of the human tendency to try to understand and explain the world around them, but also that some things are beyond human comprehension. The passage also highlights the relationship between Adam and Eve, with Eve preferring to hear about the creation of the world from her husband rather than the angel. The passage also touches on the theme of the beauty and complexity of the natural world, and the human desire to understand it.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nfulfilled, that asked  How first this world and face of things began,  And what before thy memory was done  From the beginning; that posterity,  Informed by thee, might know: If else thou seekest  Aught, not surpassing human measure, say.          Book VIII      The Angel ended, and in Adam’s ear  So charming left his voice, that he a while  Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear;  Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied.  What thanks sufficient, or what recompence  Equal, have I to render thee, divine  Historian, who thus largely hast allayed  The thirst I had of knowledge, and vouchsafed  This friendly condescension to relate  Things, else by me unsearchable; now heard  With wonder, but delight, and, as is due,  With glory attributed to the high  Creator! Something yet of doubt remains,  Which only thy solution can resolve.  When I behold this goodly frame, this world,  Of Heaven and Earth consisting; and compute  Their magnitudes; this Earth, a spot, a grain,  An atom, with the firmament compared  And all her numbered stars, that seem to roll  Spaces incomprehensible, (for such  Their distance argues, and their swift return  Diurnal,) merely to officiate light  Round this opacous Earth, this punctual spot,  One day and night; in all her vast survey  Useless besides; reasoning I oft admire,  How Nature wise and frugal could commit  Such disproportions, with superfluous hand  So many nobler bodies to create,  Greater so manifold, to this one use,  For aught appears, and on their orbs impose  Such restless revolution day by day  Repeated; while the sedentary Earth,  That better might with far less compass move,  Served by more noble than herself, attains  Her end without least motion, and receives,  As tribute, such a sumless journey brought  Of incorporeal speed, her warmth and light;  Speed, to describe whose swiftness number fails.  So spake our sire, and by his countenance seemed  Entering on studious thoughts abstruse; which Eve  Perceiving, where she sat retired in sight,  With lowliness majestick from her seat,  And grace that won who saw to wish her stay,  Rose, and went forth among her fruits and flowers,  To visit how they prospered, bud and bloom,  Her nursery; they at her coming sprung,  And, touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.  Yet went she not, as not with such discourse  Delighted, or not capable her ear  Of what was high: such pleasure she reserved,  Adam relating, she sole auditress;  Her husband the relater she preferred  Before the Angel, and of him to ask  Chose rather; he, she knew, would intermix  Grateful digressions, and solve high dispute  With conjugal caresses: from his lip  Not words alone pleased her. O! when meet now  Such pairs, in love and mutual honour joined?  With Goddess-like demeanour forth she went,  Not unattended; for on her, as Queen,  A pomp of winning Graces waited still,  And from about her shot darts of desire  Into all eyes, to wish her still in sight.  And Raphael now, to Adam’s doubt proposed,  Benevolent and facile thus replied.  To ask or search, I blame thee not; for Heaven  Is as the book of God before thee set,  Wherein to read his wonderous works, and learn  His seasons, hours, or days, or months, or years:  This to attain, whether Heaven move or Earth,  Imports not, if thou reckon right; the rest  From Man or Angel the great Architect  Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge  His secrets to be scanned by them who ought  Rather admire; or, if they list to try  Conjecture, he his fabrick of the Heavens  Hath left to their disputes, perhaps to move  His laughter at their quaint opinions wide  Hereafter; when they come to model Heaven  And calculate the stars, how they will wield  The mighty frame; how build, unbuild, contrive  To save appearances; how gird the sphere  With centrick and eccentrick scribbled o’er,  Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb:  Already by thy reasoning this I guess,  Who art to lead thy offspring, and supposest  That bodies bright"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The scene is set in a desolate and empty land, described as a \"windy sea of land\" and \"barren plains of Sericana.\" This is where the fallen angel, referred to as the Fiend, walks alone and observes various events. The land is uninhabited, except for the souls of the dead and other transitory and vain things that have risen from the earth.\n\nThe chain of events is as follows:\n\n1. The Fiend walks alone in the desolate land, seeking his prey.\n2. He observes various souls of the dead and transitory things that have risen from the earth.\n3. Among them are giants from the ancient world, builders of Babel, and various individuals who sought glory, fame, or happiness through vain means.\n4. Pilgrims who strayed far to seek Christ in Golgotha and those who sought to enter Paradise by putting on the weeds of Dominick or disguising themselves as Franciscans are also present.\n5. These souls and transitory things are blown off course by a violent cross wind and end up in a place called the \"Paradise of Fools,\" which \n[/INST]\n\nthat side which from the wall of Heaven,  Though distant far, some small reflection gains  Of glimmering air less vexed with tempest loud:  Here walked the Fiend at large in spacious field.  As when a vultur on Imaus bred,  Whose snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds,  Dislodging from a region scarce of prey  To gorge the flesh of lambs or yeanling kids,  On hills where flocks are fed, flies toward the springs  Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams;  But in his way lights on the barren plains  Of Sericana, where Chineses drive  With sails and wind their cany waggons light:  So, on this windy sea of land, the Fiend  Walked up and down alone, bent on his prey;  Alone, for other creature in this place,  Living or lifeless, to be found was none;  None yet, but store hereafter from the earth  Up hither like aereal vapours flew  Of all things transitory and vain, when sin  With vanity had filled the works of men:  Both all things vain, and all who in vain things  Built their fond hopes of glory or lasting fame,  Or happiness in this or the other life;  All who have their reward on earth, the fruits  Of painful superstition and blind zeal,  Nought seeking but the praise of men, here find  Fit retribution, empty as their deeds;  All the unaccomplished works of Nature’s hand,  Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mixed,  Dissolved on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,  Till final dissolution, wander here;  Not in the neighbouring moon as some have dreamed;  Those argent fields more likely habitants,  Translated Saints, or middle Spirits hold  Betwixt the angelical and human kind.  Hither of ill-joined sons and daughters born  First from the ancient world those giants came  With many a vain exploit, though then renowned:  The builders next of Babel on the plain  Of Sennaar, and still with vain design,  New Babels, had they wherewithal, would build:  Others came single; he, who, to be deemed  A God, leaped fondly into Aetna flames,  Empedocles; and he, who, to enjoy  Plato’s Elysium, leaped into the sea,  Cleombrotus; and many more too long,  Embryos, and idiots, eremites, and friars  White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery.  Here pilgrims roam, that strayed so far to seek  In Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heaven;  And they, who to be sure of Paradise,  Dying, put on the weeds of Dominick,  Or in Franciscan think to pass disguised;  They pass the planets seven, and pass the fixed,  And that crystalline sphere whose balance weighs  The trepidation talked, and that first moved;  And now Saint Peter at Heaven’s wicket seems  To wait them with his keys, and now at foot  Of Heaven’s ascent they lift their feet, when lo  A violent cross wind from either coast  Blows them transverse, ten thousand leagues awry  Into the devious air: Then might ye see  Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers, tost  And fluttered into rags; then reliques, beads,  Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls,  The sport of winds: All these, upwhirled aloft,  Fly o’er the backside of the world far off  Into a Limbo large and broad, since called  The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown  Long after; now unpeopled, and untrod.  All this dark globe the Fiend found as he passed,  And long he wandered, till at last a gleam  Of dawning light turned thither-ward in haste  His travelled steps: far distant he descries  Ascending by degrees magnificent  Up to the wall of Heaven a structure high;  At top whereof, but far more rich, appeared  The work as of a kingly palace-gate,  With frontispiece of diamond and gold  Embellished; thick with sparkling orient gems  The portal shone, inimitable on earth  By model, or by shading pencil, drawn.  These stairs were such as whereon Jacob saw  Angels ascending and descending, bands  Of guardians bright, when he from Esau fled  To Padan-Aram, in the field of Luz  Dreaming by night under the open sky  And waking cried, This is the gate of Heaven.  Each stair mysteriously was meant, nor stood  There always, but drawn up to Heaven"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is a conversation between Adam and an angel in the Garden of Eden. Adam expresses his admiration for Eve's beauty and wisdom, and the angel encourages him to value her inner qualities over her physical appearance. The angel also explains the spiritual nature of love and how it is experienced by celestial beings.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Adam expresses his admiration for Eve's beauty and wisdom.\n2. The angel encourages Adam to value Eve's inner qualities over her physical appearance.\n3. The angel explains the spiritual nature of love and how it is experienced by celestial beings.\n4. The angel tells Adam that he cannot stay any longer and encourages him to be strong, live happily, and love.\n5. The angel reminds Adam to obey and love God above all else.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nresembling less  His image who made both, and less expressing  The character of that dominion given  O’er other creatures: Yet when I approach  Her loveliness, so absolute she seems  And in herself complete, so well to know  Her own, that what she wills to do or say,  Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best:  All higher knowledge in her presence falls  Degraded; Wisdom in discourse with her  Loses discountenanced, and like Folly shows;  Authority and Reason on her wait,  As one intended first, not after made  Occasionally; and, to consummate all,  Greatness of mind and Nobleness their seat  Build in her loveliest, and create an awe  About her, as a guard angelick placed.  To whom the Angel with contracted brow.  Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part;  Do thou but thine; and be not diffident  Of Wisdom; she deserts thee not, if thou  Dismiss not her, when most thou needest her nigh,  By attributing overmuch to things  Less excellent, as thou thyself perceivest.  For, what admirest thou, what transports thee so,  An outside? fair, no doubt, and worthy well  Thy cherishing, thy honouring, and thy love;  Not thy subjection: Weigh with her thyself;  Then value: Oft-times nothing profits more  Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right  Well managed; of that skill the more thou knowest,  The more she will acknowledge thee her head,  And to realities yield all her shows:  Made so adorn for thy delight the more,  So awful, that with honour thou mayest love  Thy mate, who sees when thou art seen least wise.  But if the sense of touch, whereby mankind  Is propagated, seem such dear delight  Beyond all other; think the same vouchsafed  To cattle and each beast; which would not be  To them made common and divulged, if aught  Therein enjoyed were worthy to subdue  The soul of man, or passion in him move.  What higher in her society thou findest  Attractive, human, rational, love still;  In loving thou dost well, in passion not,  Wherein true love consists not: Love refines  The thoughts, and heart enlarges; hath his seat  In reason, and is judicious; is the scale  By which to heavenly love thou mayest ascend,  Not sunk in carnal pleasure; for which cause,  Among the beasts no mate for thee was found.  To whom thus, half abashed, Adam replied.  Neither her outside formed so fair, nor aught  In procreation common to all kinds,  (Though higher of the genial bed by far,  And with mysterious reverence I deem,)  So much delights me, as those graceful acts,  Those thousand decencies, that daily flow  From all her words and actions mixed with love  And sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned  Union of mind, or in us both one soul;  Harmony to behold in wedded pair  More grateful than harmonious sound to the ear.  Yet these subject not; I to thee disclose  What inward thence I feel, not therefore foiled,  Who meet with various objects, from the sense  Variously representing; yet, still free,  Approve the best, and follow what I approve.  To love, thou blamest me not; for Love, thou sayest,  Leads up to Heaven, is both the way and guide;  Bear with me then, if lawful what I ask:  Love not the heavenly Spirits, and how their love  Express they? by looks only? or do they mix  Irradiance, virtual or immediate touch?  To whom the Angel, with a smile that glowed  Celestial rosy red, Love’s proper hue,  Answered. Let it suffice thee that thou knowest  Us happy, and without love no happiness.  Whatever pure thou in the body enjoyest,  (And pure thou wert created) we enjoy  In eminence; and obstacle find none  Of membrane, joint, or limb, exclusive bars;  Easier than air with air, if Spirits embrace,  Total they mix, union of pure with pure  Desiring, nor restrained conveyance need,  As flesh to mix with flesh, or soul with soul.  But I can now no more; the parting sun  Beyond the Earth’s green Cape and verdant Isles  Hesperian sets, my signal to depart.  Be strong, live happy, and love! But, first of all,  Him, whom to love is to obey, and"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes a chain of events in a religious/mythological context. The events occur in Heaven and on Earth.\n\n1. The Almighty has just spoken, proclaiming that He will be \"all in all\" and that all should adore the Son.\n2. The multitude of Angels erupt in a joyful shout, filling Heaven with loud Hosannas.\n3. The Angels bow down and cast their crowns, inwove with amarant and gold, before the thrones of the Almighty and the Son.\n4. The Angels, crowned again, take up their golden harps and introduce their sacred song with a sweet symphony.\n5. The Angels sing a hymn of praise to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.\n6. The Son is described as the \"Begotten Son, Divine Similitude,\" through whom all of Heaven and its inhabitants were created.\n7. The Son is also described as having spared Man from strict punishment after the fall, instead offering himself to die for Man's offence.\n8. Meanwhile, on Earth, Satan has \n[/INST]\n\nfruitful of golden deeds,  With joy and peace triumphing, and fair truth.  Then thou thy regal scepter shalt lay by,  For regal scepter then no more shall need,  God shall be all in all. But, all ye Gods,  Adore him, who to compass all this dies;  Adore the Son, and honour him as me.  No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all  The multitude of Angels, with a shout  Loud as from numbers without number, sweet  As from blest voices, uttering joy, Heaven rung  With jubilee, and loud Hosannas filled  The eternal regions: Lowly reverent  Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground  With solemn adoration down they cast  Their crowns inwove with amarant and gold;  Immortal amarant, a flower which once  In Paradise, fast by the tree of life,  Began to bloom; but soon for man’s offence  To Heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows,  And flowers aloft shading the fount of life,  And where the river of bliss through midst of Heaven  Rolls o’er Elysian flowers her amber stream;  With these that never fade the Spirits elect  Bind their resplendent locks inwreathed with beams;  Now in loose garlands thick thrown off, the bright  Pavement, that like a sea of jasper shone,  Impurpled with celestial roses smiled.  Then, crowned again, their golden harps they took,  Harps ever tuned, that glittering by their side  Like quivers hung, and with preamble sweet  Of charming symphony they introduce  Their sacred song, and waken raptures high;  No voice exempt, no voice but well could join  Melodious part, such concord is in Heaven.  Thee, Father, first they sung Omnipotent,  Immutable, Immortal, Infinite,  Eternal King; the Author of all being,  Fountain of light, thyself invisible  Amidst the glorious brightness where thou sit’st  Throned inaccessible, but when thou shadest  The full blaze of thy beams, and, through a cloud  Drawn round about thee like a radiant shrine,  Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appear,  Yet dazzle Heaven, that brightest Seraphim  Approach not, but with both wings veil their eyes.  Thee next they sang of all creation first,  Begotten Son, Divine Similitude,  In whose conspicuous countenance, without cloud  Made visible, the Almighty Father shines,  Whom else no creature can behold; on thee  Impressed the effulgence of his glory abides,  Transfused on thee his ample Spirit rests.  He Heaven of Heavens and all the Powers therein  By thee created; and by thee threw down  The aspiring Dominations: Thou that day  Thy Father’s dreadful thunder didst not spare,  Nor stop thy flaming chariot-wheels, that shook  Heaven’s everlasting frame, while o’er the necks  Thou drovest of warring Angels disarrayed.  Back from pursuit thy Powers with loud acclaim  Thee only extolled, Son of thy Father’s might,  To execute fierce vengeance on his foes,  Not so on Man: Him through their malice fallen,  Father of mercy and grace, thou didst not doom  So strictly, but much more to pity incline:  No sooner did thy dear and only Son  Perceive thee purposed not to doom frail Man  So strictly, but much more to pity inclined,  He to appease thy wrath, and end the strife  Of mercy and justice in thy face discerned,  Regardless of the bliss wherein he sat  Second to thee, offered himself to die  For Man’s offence. O unexampled love,  Love no where to be found less than Divine!  Hail, Son of God, Saviour of Men! Thy name  Shall be the copious matter of my song  Henceforth, and never shall my heart thy praise  Forget, nor from thy Father’s praise disjoin.  Thus they in Heaven, above the starry sphere,  Their happy hours in joy and hymning spent.  Mean while upon the firm opacous globe  Of this round world, whose first convex divides  The luminous inferiour orbs, enclosed  From Chaos, and the inroad of Darkness old,  Satan alighted walks: A globe far off  It seemed, now seems a boundless continent  Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of Night  Starless exposed, and ever-threatening storms  Of Chaos blustering round, inclement sky;  Save on"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Abdiel observes the assembly of fallen angels, led by their commander, who is planning a future attack on God. The commander, whose identity is not revealed in the text, is described as a powerful and majestic figure, but his face is marked with the scars of battle and the weight of his guilt. He addresses the fallen angels, who listen to him in silence, and speaks of their plan to regain their place in Heaven through cunning and deceit, rather than through force. He also mentions the possibility of exploring other worlds, which have been rumored to be created by God. The text suggests that the fallen angels are planning a long and difficult struggle to regain their lost status.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nDarts his experienced eye, and soon traverse  The whole battalion views—their order due,  Their visages and stature as of gods;  Their number last he sums. And now his heart  Distends with pride, and, hardening in his strength,  Glories: for never, since created Man,  Met such embodied force as, named with these,  Could merit more than that small infantry  Warred on by cranes—though all the giant brood  Of Phlegra with th’ heroic race were joined  That fought at Thebes and Ilium, on each side  Mixed with auxiliar gods; and what resounds  In fable or romance of Uther’s son,  Begirt with British and Armoric knights;  And all who since, baptized or infidel,  Jousted in Aspramont, or Montalban,  Damasco, or Marocco, or Trebisond,  Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore  When Charlemain with all his peerage fell  By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond  Compare of mortal prowess, yet observed  Their dread Commander. He, above the rest  In shape and gesture proudly eminent,  Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost  All her original brightness, nor appeared  Less than Archangel ruined, and th’ excess  Of glory obscured: as when the sun new-risen  Looks through the horizontal misty air  Shorn of his beams, or, from behind the moon,  In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds  On half the nations, and with fear of change  Perplexes monarchs. Darkened so, yet shone  Above them all th’ Archangel: but his face  Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care  Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows  Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride  Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast  Signs of remorse and passion, to behold  The fellows of his crime, the followers rather  (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemned  For ever now to have their lot in pain—  Millions of Spirits for his fault amerced  Of Heaven, and from eternal splendours flung  For his revolt—yet faithful how they stood,  Their glory withered; as, when heaven’s fire  Hath scathed the forest oaks or mountain pines,  With singed top their stately growth, though bare,  Stands on the blasted heath. He now prepared  To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend  From wing to wing, and half enclose him round  With all his peers: attention held them mute.  Thrice he assayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,  Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last  Words interwove with sighs found out their way:—      “O myriads of immortal Spirits! O Powers  Matchless, but with th’ Almighty!—and that strife  Was not inglorious, though th’ event was dire,  As this place testifies, and this dire change,  Hateful to utter. But what power of mind,  Forseeing or presaging, from the depth  Of knowledge past or present, could have feared  How such united force of gods, how such  As stood like these, could ever know repulse?  For who can yet believe, though after loss,  That all these puissant legions, whose exile  Hath emptied Heaven, shall fail to re-ascend,  Self-raised, and repossess their native seat?  For me, be witness all the host of Heaven,  If counsels different, or danger shunned  By me, have lost our hopes. But he who reigns  Monarch in Heaven till then as one secure  Sat on his throne, upheld by old repute,  Consent or custom, and his regal state  Put forth at full, but still his strength concealed—  Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall.  Henceforth his might we know, and know our own,  So as not either to provoke, or dread  New war provoked: our better part remains  To work in close design, by fraud or guile,  What force effected not; that he no less  At length from us may find, who overcomes  By force hath overcome but half his foe.  Space may produce new Worlds; whereof so rife  There went a fame in Heaven that he ere long  Intended to create, and therein plant  A generation whom his choice regard  Should favour equal to the Sons of Heaven.  Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps  Our first eruption—thither, or elsewhere;  For this infernal pit shall never hold"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story takes place in the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve live in harmony with nature and each other. They are naked, yet unashamed, and spend their time tending to the garden and enjoying each other's company. One day, while they are sitting under a tree and enjoying the fruits of their labor, they are approached by Satan, who has taken on the form of a serpent. Satan admires the beauty of Adam and Eve and laments that their happiness will soon come to an end. He then reveals his true identity and attempts to persuade them to eat the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. Adam and Eve are sitting under a tree in the Garden of Eden.\n2. Satan, disguised as a serpent, approaches them and admires their beauty.\n3. Satan reveals his true identity and laments that the happiness of Adam and Eve will soon come to an end.\n4. Satan tries to persuade Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge.\n5. Adam and Eve resist Satan's temptation, but \n[/INST]\n\nof seeming pure,  And banished from man’s life his happiest life,  Simplicity and spotless innocence!  So passed they naked on, nor shunned the sight  Of God or Angel; for they thought no ill:  So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair,  That ever since in love’s embraces met;  Adam the goodliest man of men since born  His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.  Under a tuft of shade that on a green  Stood whispering soft, by a fresh fountain side  They sat them down; and, after no more toil  Of their sweet gardening labour than sufficed  To recommend cool Zephyr, and made ease  More easy, wholesome thirst and appetite  More grateful, to their supper-fruits they fell,  Nectarine fruits which the compliant boughs  Yielded them, side-long as they sat recline  On the soft downy bank damasked with flowers:  The savoury pulp they chew, and in the rind,  Still as they thirsted, scoop the brimming stream;  Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles  Wanted, nor youthful dalliance, as beseems  Fair couple, linked in happy nuptial league,  Alone as they. About them frisking played  All beasts of the earth, since wild, and of all chase  In wood or wilderness, forest or den;  Sporting the lion ramped, and in his paw  Dandled the kid; bears, tigers, ounces, pards,  Gambolled before them; the unwieldy elephant,  To make them mirth, used all his might, and wreathed  His lithe proboscis; close the serpent sly,  Insinuating, wove with Gordian twine  His braided train, and of his fatal guile  Gave proof unheeded; others on the grass  Couched, and now filled with pasture gazing sat,  Or bedward ruminating; for the sun,  Declined, was hasting now with prone career  To the ocean isles, and in the ascending scale  Of Heaven the stars that usher evening rose:  When Satan still in gaze, as first he stood,  Scarce thus at length failed speech recovered sad.  O Hell! what do mine eyes with grief behold!  Into our room of bliss thus high advanced  Creatures of other mould, earth-born perhaps,  Not Spirits, yet to heavenly Spirits bright  Little inferiour; whom my thoughts pursue  With wonder, and could love, so lively shines  In them divine resemblance, and such grace  The hand that formed them on their shape hath poured.  Ah! gentle pair, ye little think how nigh  Your change approaches, when all these delights  Will vanish, and deliver ye to woe;  More woe, the more your taste is now of joy;  Happy, but for so happy ill secured  Long to continue, and this high seat your Heaven  Ill fenced for Heaven to keep out such a foe  As now is entered; yet no purposed foe  To you, whom I could pity thus forlorn,  Though I unpitied: League with you I seek,  And mutual amity, so strait, so close,  That I with you must dwell, or you with me  Henceforth; my dwelling haply may not please,  Like this fair Paradise, your sense; yet such  Accept your Maker’s work; he gave it me,  Which I as freely give: Hell shall unfold,  To entertain you two, her widest gates,  And send forth all her kings; there will be room,  Not like these narrow limits, to receive  Your numerous offspring; if no better place,  Thank him who puts me loth to this revenge  On you who wrong me not for him who wronged.  And should I at your harmless innocence  Melt, as I do, yet publick reason just,  Honour and empire with revenge enlarged,  By conquering this new world, compels me now  To do what else, though damned, I should abhor.  So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,  The tyrant’s plea, excused his devilish deeds.  Then from his lofty stand on that high tree  Down he alights among the sportful herd  Of those four-footed kinds, himself now one,  Now other, as their shape served best his end  Nearer to view his prey, and, unespied,  To mark what of their state he more might learn,  By word or action marked. About them round  A lion now he stalks with fiery glare;  Then as a tiger, who by chance hath spied  In some purlieu two gentle fawns at play,  Straight couches close, then, rising,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Michael is received with joy by the friendly powers in Heaven after his victory over the rebel angels. A voice from a golden cloud congratulates Michael on his success in maintaining the cause of truth against the revolted multitudes and bearing the reproach of the world. The voice commands Michael, along with Gabriel, to lead the heavenly host against the Godless rebels and drive them out of Heaven and into the gulf of Tartarus. The heavenly powers move into formation and march towards the fiery region in the north where the rebel angels have gathered. The battle begins between the two groups of angels, with the Apostate himself leading the rebel angels.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nthere might well  Seem twilight here: And now went forth the Morn  Such as in highest Heaven arrayed in gold  Empyreal; from before her vanished Night,  Shot through with orient beams; when all the plain  Covered with thick embattled squadrons bright,  Chariots, and flaming arms, and fiery steeds,  Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view:  War he perceived, war in procinct; and found  Already known what he for news had thought  To have reported: Gladly then he mixed  Among those friendly Powers, who him received  With joy and acclamations loud, that one,  That of so many myriads fallen, yet one  Returned not lost. On to the sacred hill  They led him high applauded, and present  Before the seat supreme; from whence a voice,  From midst a golden cloud, thus mild was heard.  Servant of God. Well done; well hast thou fought  The better fight, who single hast maintained  Against revolted multitudes the cause  Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms;  And for the testimony of truth hast borne  Universal reproach, far worse to bear  Than violence; for this was all thy care  To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds  Judged thee perverse: The easier conquest now  Remains thee, aided by this host of friends,  Back on thy foes more glorious to return,  Than scorned thou didst depart; and to subdue  By force, who reason for their law refuse,  Right reason for their law, and for their King  Messiah, who by right of merit reigns.  Go, Michael, of celestial armies prince,  And thou, in military prowess next,  Gabriel, lead forth to battle these my sons  Invincible; lead forth my armed Saints,  By thousands and by millions, ranged for fight,  Equal in number to that Godless crew  Rebellious: Them with fire and hostile arms  Fearless assault; and, to the brow of Heaven  Pursuing, drive them out from God and bliss,  Into their place of punishment, the gulf  Of Tartarus, which ready opens wide  His fiery Chaos to receive their fall.  So spake the Sovran Voice, and clouds began  To darken all the hill, and smoke to roll  In dusky wreaths, reluctant flames, the sign  Of wrath awaked; nor with less dread the loud  Ethereal trumpet from on high ’gan blow:  At which command the Powers militant,  That stood for Heaven, in mighty quadrate joined  Of union irresistible, moved on  In silence their bright legions, to the sound  Of instrumental harmony, that breathed  Heroick ardour to adventurous deeds  Under their God-like leaders, in the cause  Of God and his Messiah. On they move  Indissolubly firm; nor obvious hill,  Nor straitening vale, nor wood, nor stream, divides  Their perfect ranks; for high above the ground  Their march was, and the passive air upbore  Their nimble tread; as when the total kind  Of birds, in orderly array on wing,  Came summoned over Eden to receive  Their names of thee; so over many a tract  Of Heaven they marched, and many a province wide,  Tenfold the length of this terrene: At last,  Far in the horizon to the north appeared  From skirt to skirt a fiery region, stretched  In battailous aspect, and nearer view  Bristled with upright beams innumerable  Of rigid spears, and helmets thronged, and shields  Various, with boastful argument portrayed,  The banded Powers of Satan hasting on  With furious expedition; for they weened  That self-same day, by fight or by surprise,  To win the mount of God, and on his throne  To set the Envier of his state, the proud  Aspirer; but their thoughts proved fond and vain  In the mid way: Though strange to us it seemed  At first, that Angel should with Angel war,  And in fierce hosting meet, who wont to meet  So oft in festivals of joy and love  Unanimous, as sons of one great Sire,  Hymning the Eternal Father: But the shout  Of battle now began, and rushing sound  Of onset ended soon each milder thought.  High in the midst, exalted as a God,  The Apostate in his sun-bright chariot sat,  Idol of majesty divine, enclosed  With flaming Cherubim, and golden shields;  Then"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes the creation of the Earth and various natural phenomena.\n\n1. A humorous and fertile goddess gives rise to the Earth.\n2. God commands the waters to gather together and dry land appears.\n3. Mountains and valleys are formed, and water collects in the low areas.\n4. God names the dry land \"Earth\" and the water \"Seas.\"\n5. God commands the Earth to bring forth vegetation, and it does.\n6. Grass, herbs, and fruit-bearing trees appear on the Earth.\n7. God sees that it is good and records the third day.\n8. God creates lights in the sky to divide day and night and to serve as signs and seasons.\n9. God creates two great lights, the greater to rule the day and the lesser to rule the night, and also creates the stars.\n10. The stars and the lesser light draw light from the greater light and illuminate the Earth.\n11. God sees that it is good.\n12. God creates the sun, a mighty sphere, and forms the moon and other stars, sowing them thickly in the sky. \n[/INST]\n\nProlifick humour softening all her globe,  Fermented the great mother to conceive,  Satiate with genial moisture; when God said,  Be gathered now ye waters under Heaven  Into one place, and let dry land appear.  Immediately the mountains huge appear  Emergent, and their broad bare backs upheave  Into the clouds; their tops ascend the sky:  So high as heaved the tumid hills, so low  Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep,  Capacious bed of waters: Thither they  Hasted with glad precipitance, uprolled,  As drops on dust conglobing from the dry:  Part rise in crystal wall, or ridge direct,  For haste; such flight the great command impressed  On the swift floods: As armies at the call  Of trumpet (for of armies thou hast heard)  Troop to their standard; so the watery throng,  Wave rolling after wave, where way they found,  If steep, with torrent rapture, if through plain,  Soft-ebbing; nor withstood them rock or hill;  But they, or under ground, or circuit wide  With serpent errour wandering, found their way,  And on the washy oose deep channels wore;  Easy, ere God had bid the ground be dry,  All but within those banks, where rivers now  Stream, and perpetual draw their humid train.  The dry land, Earth; and the great receptacle  Of congregated waters, he called Seas:  And saw that it was good; and said, Let the Earth  Put forth the verdant grass, herb yielding seed,  And fruit-tree yielding fruit after her kind,  Whose seed is in herself upon the Earth.  He scarce had said, when the bare Earth, till then  Desart and bare, unsightly, unadorned,  Brought forth the tender grass, whose verdure clad  Her universal face with pleasant green;  Then herbs of every leaf, that sudden flowered  Opening their various colours, and made gay  Her bosom, smelling sweet: and, these scarce blown,  Forth flourished thick the clustering vine, forth crept  The swelling gourd, up stood the corny reed  Embattled in her field, and the humble shrub,  And bush with frizzled hair implicit: Last  Rose, as in dance, the stately trees, and spread  Their branches hung with copious fruit, or gemmed  Their blossoms: With high woods the hills were crowned;  With tufts the valleys, and each fountain side;  With borders long the rivers: that Earth now  Seemed like to Heaven, a seat where Gods might dwell,  Or wander with delight, and love to haunt  Her sacred shades: though God had yet not rained  Upon the Earth, and man to till the ground  None was; but from the Earth a dewy mist  Went up, and watered all the ground, and each  Plant of the field; which, ere it was in the Earth,  God made, and every herb, before it grew  On the green stem: God saw that it was good:  So even and morn recorded the third day.  Again the Almighty spake, Let there be lights  High in the expanse of Heaven, to divide  The day from night; and let them be for signs,  For seasons, and for days, and circling years;  And let them be for lights, as I ordain  Their office in the firmament of Heaven,  To give light on the Earth; and it was so.  And God made two great lights, great for their use  To Man, the greater to have rule by day,  The less by night, altern; and made the stars,  And set them in the firmament of Heaven  To illuminate the Earth, and rule the day  In their vicissitude, and rule the night,  And light from darkness to divide. God saw,  Surveying his great work, that it was good:  For of celestial bodies first the sun  A mighty sphere he framed, unlightsome first,  Though of ethereal mould: then formed the moon  Globose, and every magnitude of stars,  And sowed with stars the Heaven, thick as a field:  Of light by far the greater part he took,  Transplanted from her cloudy shrine, and placed  In the sun’s orb, made porous to receive  And drink the liquid light; firm to retain  Her gathered beams, great palace now of light.  Hither, as to their fountain, other stars  Repairing, in their golden urns draw light,  And hence the morning-planet gilds her horns;  By tincture or"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes a chain of events in which a character is contemplating their situation and past actions, and their feelings of regret, despair, and anger. The character has disobeyed a superior authority and been punished, leading to their current state of misery. They consider the idea of repentance, but ultimately reject it, instead choosing to embrace their current state and look to the future. The text also includes a brief mention of a separate character, Uriel, observing the first character from a distance.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. The character reflects on their past actions and the consequences they have faced as a result.\n2. They feel regret and despair about their situation.\n3. The character considers the idea of repentance, but ultimately rejects it.\n4. They embrace their current state and look to the future.\n5. The text mentions a separate character, Uriel, observing the first character from a distance.\n\nThe text does not provide enough context to determine the setting or the specific details of the characters or their actions. It seems to be a piece of poetry or verse, but it is not clear what larger work it may be \n[/INST]\n\nnone; nor was his service hard.  What could be less than to afford him praise,  The easiest recompence, and pay him thanks,  How due! yet all his good proved ill in me,  And wrought but malice; lifted up so high  I ’sdeined subjection, and thought one step higher  Would set me highest, and in a moment quit  The debt immense of endless gratitude,  So burdensome still paying, still to owe,  Forgetful what from him I still received,  And understood not that a grateful mind  By owing owes not, but still pays, at once  Indebted and discharged; what burden then  O, had his powerful destiny ordained  Me some inferiour Angel, I had stood  Then happy; no unbounded hope had raised  Ambition! Yet why not some other Power  As great might have aspired, and me, though mean,  Drawn to his part; but other Powers as great  Fell not, but stand unshaken, from within  Or from without, to all temptations armed.  Hadst thou the same free will and power to stand?  Thou hadst: whom hast thou then or what to accuse,  But Heaven’s free love dealt equally to all?  Be then his love accursed, since love or hate,  To me alike, it deals eternal woe.  Nay, cursed be thou; since against his thy will  Chose freely what it now so justly rues.  Me miserable! which way shall I fly  Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?  Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;  And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep  Still threatening to devour me opens wide,  To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.  O, then, at last relent: Is there no place  Left for repentance, none for pardon left?  None left but by submission; and that word  Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame  Among the Spirits beneath, whom I seduced  With other promises and other vaunts  Than to submit, boasting I could subdue  The Omnipotent. Ay me! they little know  How dearly I abide that boast so vain,  Under what torments inwardly I groan,  While they adore me on the throne of Hell.  With diadem and scepter high advanced,  The lower still I fall, only supreme  In misery: Such joy ambition finds.  But say I could repent, and could obtain,  By act of grace, my former state; how soon  Would highth recall high thoughts, how soon unsay  What feigned submission swore? Ease would recant  Vows made in pain, as violent and void.  For never can true reconcilement grow,  Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep:  Which would but lead me to a worse relapse  And heavier fall: so should I purchase dear  Short intermission bought with double smart.  This knows my Punisher; therefore as far  From granting he, as I from begging, peace;  All hope excluded thus, behold, instead  Of us out-cast, exil’d, his new delight,  Mankind created, and for him this world.  So farewell, hope; and with hope farewell, fear;  Farewell, remorse! all good to me is lost;  Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least  Divided empire with Heaven’s King I hold,  By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign;  As Man ere long, and this new world, shall know.  Thus while he spake, each passion dimmed his face  Thrice changed with pale, ire, envy, and despair;  Which marred his borrowed visage, and betrayed  Him counterfeit, if any eye beheld.  For heavenly minds from such distempers foul  Are ever clear. Whereof he soon aware,  Each perturbation smoothed with outward calm,  Artificer of fraud; and was the first  That practised falsehood under saintly show,  Deep malice to conceal, couched with revenge:  Yet not enough had practised to deceive  Uriel once warned; whose eye pursued him down  The way he went, and on the Assyrian mount  Saw him disfigured, more than could befall  Spirit of happy sort; his gestures fierce  He marked and mad demeanour, then alone,  As he supposed, all unobserved, unseen.  So on he fares, and to the border comes  Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,  Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green,  As with a rural mound, the champaign head  Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides  With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In Hell, a meeting is taking place among the fallen angels. Belial and Mammon have just spoken, promoting the ideas of inaction and seeking their own good from themselves, respectively. Now, Beelzebub rises to speak.\n\nBeelzebub, after being introduced as a wise and majestic figure, stands up and addresses the assembly. He acknowledges the fear that the fallen angels have of God's wrath, particularly in the form of Michael's sword, but also notes their desire to build a new empire in Hell. He then suggests a plan to corrupt God's new creation, humanity, by sending one of their own to live among them and sow discord. This plan is met with approval from the assembly.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nbring, what chance, what change  Worth waiting—since our present lot appears  For happy though but ill, for ill not worst,  If we procure not to ourselves more woe.”      Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason’s garb,  Counselled ignoble ease and peaceful sloth,  Not peace; and after him thus Mammon spake:—      “Either to disenthrone the King of Heaven  We war, if war be best, or to regain  Our own right lost. Him to unthrone we then  May hope, when everlasting Fate shall yield  To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife.  The former, vain to hope, argues as vain  The latter; for what place can be for us  Within Heaven’s bound, unless Heaven’s Lord supreme  We overpower? Suppose he should relent  And publish grace to all, on promise made  Of new subjection; with what eyes could we  Stand in his presence humble, and receive  Strict laws imposed, to celebrate his throne  With warbled hymns, and to his Godhead sing  Forced hallelujahs, while he lordly sits  Our envied sovereign, and his altar breathes  Ambrosial odours and ambrosial flowers,  Our servile offerings? This must be our task  In Heaven, this our delight. How wearisome  Eternity so spent in worship paid  To whom we hate! Let us not then pursue,  By force impossible, by leave obtained  Unacceptable, though in Heaven, our state  Of splendid vassalage; but rather seek  Our own good from ourselves, and from our own  Live to ourselves, though in this vast recess,  Free and to none accountable, preferring  Hard liberty before the easy yoke  Of servile pomp. Our greatness will appear  Then most conspicuous when great things of small,  Useful of hurtful, prosperous of adverse,  We can create, and in what place soe’er  Thrive under evil, and work ease out of pain  Through labour and endurance. This deep world  Of darkness do we dread? How oft amidst  Thick clouds and dark doth Heaven’s all-ruling Sire  Choose to reside, his glory unobscured,  And with the majesty of darkness round  Covers his throne, from whence deep thunders roar.  Mustering their rage, and Heaven resembles Hell!  As he our darkness, cannot we his light  Imitate when we please? This desert soil  Wants not her hidden lustre, gems and gold;  Nor want we skill or art from whence to raise  Magnificence; and what can Heaven show more?  Our torments also may, in length of time,  Become our elements, these piercing fires  As soft as now severe, our temper changed  Into their temper; which must needs remove  The sensible of pain. All things invite  To peaceful counsels, and the settled state  Of order, how in safety best we may  Compose our present evils, with regard  Of what we are and where, dismissing quite  All thoughts of war. Ye have what I advise.”      He scarce had finished, when such murmur filled  Th’ assembly as when hollow rocks retain  The sound of blustering winds, which all night long  Had roused the sea, now with hoarse cadence lull  Seafaring men o’erwatched, whose bark by chance  Or pinnace, anchors in a craggy bay  After the tempest. Such applause was heard  As Mammon ended, and his sentence pleased,  Advising peace: for such another field  They dreaded worse than Hell; so much the fear  Of thunder and the sword of Michael  Wrought still within them; and no less desire  To found this nether empire, which might rise,  By policy and long process of time,  In emulation opposite to Heaven.  Which when Beelzebub perceived—than whom,  Satan except, none higher sat—with grave  Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed  A pillar of state. Deep on his front engraven  Deliberation sat, and public care;  And princely counsel in his face yet shone,  Majestic, though in ruin. Sage he stood  With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear  The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look  Drew audience and attention still as night  Or summer’s noontide air, while thus he spake:—      “Thrones and Imperial Powers, Offspring of Heaven,  Ethereal Virtues! or these titles now  Must we renounce, and, changing style, be called"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text is an introduction to \"Paradise Lost\" by John Milton. The introduction explains how the etext version of the book was created and the process it underwent to be released by Project Gutenberg. The original etext was created in the 1960s and was in all caps, it was converted to a format that could be edited on a 486 computer in DOS. The current edition was prepared in 1991, it is the second version of Paradise Lost released by Project Gutenberg. The introduction also mentions that the book is about \"Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe\" and that it will tell the story of how a greater man will restore and regain the blissful seat.</s> \n[/INST]\n\n          Paradise Lost    by John Milton      Contents     Introduction   Paradise Lost   BOOK I   BOOK II   BOOK III   BOOK IV   BOOK V   BOOK VI   BOOK VII   BOOK VIII   BOOK IX   BOOK X   BOOK XI   BOOK XII          Introduction (one page)      This etext was originally created in 1964-1965 according to Dr. Joseph  Raben of Queens College, NY, to whom it is attributed by Project  Gutenberg. We had heard of this etext for years but it was not until  1991 that we actually managed to track it down to a specific location,  and then it took months to convince people to let us have a copy, then  more months for them actually to do the copying and get it to us. Then  another month to convert to something we could massage with our  favorite 486 in DOS. After that is was only a matter of days to get it  into this shape you will see below. The original was, of course, in  CAPS only, and so were all the other etexts of the 60’s and early 70’s.  Don’t let anyone fool you into thinking any etext with both upper and  lower case is an original; all those original Project Gutenberg etexts  were also in upper case and were translated or rewritten many times to  get them into their current condition. They have been worked on by many  people throughout the world.    In the course of our searches for Professor Raben and his etext we were  never able to determine where copies were or which of a variety of  editions he may have used as a source. We did get a little information  here and there, but even after we received a copy of the etext we were  unwilling to release it without first determining that it was in fact  Public Domain and finding Raben to verify this and get his permission.  Interested enough, in a totally unrelated action to our searches for  him, the professor subscribed to the Project Gutenberg listserver and  we happened, by accident, to notice his name. (We don’t really look at  every subscription request as the computers usually handle them.) The  etext was then properly identified, copyright analyzed, and the current  edition prepared.    To give you an estimation of the difference in the original and what we  have today: the original was probably entered on cards commonly known  at the time as “IBM cards” (Do Not Fold, Spindle or Mutilate) and  probably took in excess of 100,000 of them. A single card could hold 80  characters (hence 80 characters is an accepted standard for so many  computer margins), and the entire original edition we received in all  caps was over 800,000 chars in length, including line enumeration,  symbols for caps and the punctuation marks, etc., since they were not  available keyboard characters at the time (probably the keyboards  operated at baud rates of around 113, meaning the typists had to type  slowly for the keyboard to keep up).    This is the second version of Paradise Lost released by Project  Gutenberg. The first was released as our October, 1991 etext.          Paradise Lost          Book I      Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit  Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste  Brought death into the World, and all our woe,  With loss of Eden, till one greater Man  Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,  Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top  Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire  That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed  In the beginning how the heavens and earth  Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill  Delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook that flowed  Fast by the oracle of God, I thence  Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,  That with no middle flight intends to soar  Above th’ Aonian mount, while it pursues  Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.  And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer  Before all temples th’ upright heart and pure,  Instruct me, for thou know’st; thou from the first  Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,  Dove-like sat’st brooding on the vast Abyss,  And mad’st it pregnant: what in me is dark  Illumine, what is low raise and"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The city of the builders, where a tower is being constructed to reach Heaven. The tower's construction results in the builders speaking in different languages, leading to confusion and the abandonment of the project. Adam and Michael discuss the implications of the tower and the state of humanity. Michael then speaks about the story of Noah and his descendants, leading up to the calling of Abraham.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. The builders of the tower speak in different languages, causing confusion and the abandonment of the project.\n2. Adam expresses his displeasure at the tower's construction and the usurpation of authority by the builders.\n3. Michael explains that true liberty is lost and that inordinate desires and upstart passions can lead to servitude.\n4. Michael mentions the curse on the irreverent son of the builder of the ark.\n5. Michael predicts that humanity will continue to decline until God selects a nation to be invoked.\n6. Michael speaks about the calling of Abraham and his journey from Ur of Chaldaea to Canaan.</s> \n[/INST]\n\ntheir city, ere the tower  Obstruct Heaven-towers, and in derision sets  Upon their tongues a various spirit, to rase  Quite out their native language; and, instead,  To sow a jangling noise of words unknown:  Forthwith a hideous gabble rises loud,  Among the builders; each to other calls  Not understood; till hoarse, and all in rage,  As mocked they storm: great laughter was in Heaven,  And looking down, to see the hubbub strange,  And hear the din: Thus was the building left  Ridiculous, and the work Confusion named.  Whereto thus Adam, fatherly displeased.  O execrable son! so to aspire  Above his brethren; to himself assuming  Authority usurped, from God not given:  He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,  Dominion absolute; that right we hold  By his donation; but man over men  He made not lord; such title to himself  Reserving, human left from human free.  But this usurper his encroachment proud  Stays not on Man; to God his tower intends  Siege and defiance: Wretched man! what food  Will he convey up thither, to sustain  Himself and his rash army; where thin air  Above the clouds will pine his entrails gross,  And famish him of breath, if not of bread?  To whom thus Michael. Justly thou abhorrest  That son, who on the quiet state of men  Such trouble brought, affecting to subdue  Rational liberty; yet know withal,  Since thy original lapse, true liberty  Is lost, which always with right reason dwells  Twinned, and from her hath no dividual being:  Reason in man obscured, or not obeyed,  Immediately inordinate desires,  And upstart passions, catch the government  From reason; and to servitude reduce  Man, till then free. Therefore, since he permits  Within himself unworthy powers to reign  Over free reason, God, in judgement just,  Subjects him from without to violent lords;  Who oft as undeservedly enthrall  His outward freedom: Tyranny must be;  Though to the tyrant thereby no excuse.  Yet sometimes nations will decline so low  From virtue, which is reason, that no wrong,  But justice, and some fatal curse annexed,  Deprives them of their outward liberty;  Their inward lost: Witness the irreverent son  Of him who built the ark; who, for the shame  Done to his father, heard this heavy curse,  Servant of servants, on his vicious race.  Thus will this latter, as the former world,  Still tend from bad to worse; till God at last,  Wearied with their iniquities, withdraw  His presence from among them, and avert  His holy eyes; resolving from thenceforth  To leave them to their own polluted ways;  And one peculiar nation to select  From all the rest, of whom to be invoked,  A nation from one faithful man to spring:  Him on this side Euphrates yet residing,  Bred up in idol-worship: O, that men  (Canst thou believe?) should be so stupid grown,  While yet the patriarch lived, who ’scaped the flood,  As to forsake the living God, and fall  To worship their own work in wood and stone  For Gods! Yet him God the Most High vouchsafes  To call by vision, from his father’s house,  His kindred, and false Gods, into a land  Which he will show him; and from him will raise  A mighty nation; and upon him shower  His benediction so, that in his seed  All nations shall be blest: he straight obeys;  Not knowing to what land, yet firm believes:  I see him, but thou canst not, with what faith  He leaves his Gods, his friends, and native soil,  Ur of Chaldaea, passing now the ford  To Haran; after him a cumbrous train  Of herds and flocks, and numerous servitude;  Not wandering poor, but trusting all his wealth  With God, who called him, in a land unknown.  Canaan he now attains; I see his tents  Pitched about Sechem, and the neighbouring plain  Of Moreh; there by promise he receives  Gift to his progeny of all that land,  From Hameth northward to the Desart south;  (Things by their names I call, though yet unnamed;)  From Hermon east to the great western Sea;  Mount Hermon, yonder sea; each place behold  In prospect, as I point them; on the"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes the creation of Adam, the first man, and his introduction to the Garden of Eden by a \"dream\" or divine being. Adam is initially unaware of his own identity or how he came to be in his current location. He explores his surroundings, which are filled with natural beauty, and speaks to the sun, earth, and other creatures in an attempt to understand his origins. He falls asleep and is awoken by the divine being, who identifies himself as the creator of all that Adam sees and introduces himself as Adam's guide. The being leads Adam to the top of a mountain and shows him the Garden of Eden, which is filled with trees bearing fruit. The being warns Adam not to eat from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, as doing so would result in death. The being then gives Adam dominion over the earth and all living creatures, who approach Adam and receive their names from him. Adam is grateful for this gift, but still feels that something is missing and asks the being by what name he should be called.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nlimb  Surveyed, and sometimes went, and sometimes ran  With supple joints, as lively vigour led:  But who I was, or where, or from what cause,  Knew not; to speak I tried, and forthwith spake;  My tongue obeyed, and readily could name  Whate’er I saw. Thou Sun, said I, fair light,  And thou enlightened Earth, so fresh and gay,  Ye Hills, and Dales, ye Rivers, Woods, and Plains,  And ye that live and move, fair Creatures, tell,  Tell, if ye saw, how I came thus, how here?—  Not of myself;—by some great Maker then,  In goodness and in power pre-eminent:  Tell me, how may I know him, how adore,  From whom I have that thus I move and live,  And feel that I am happier than I know.—  While thus I called, and strayed I knew not whither,  From where I first drew air, and first beheld  This happy light; when, answer none returned,  On a green shady bank, profuse of flowers,  Pensive I sat me down: There gentle sleep  First found me, and with soft oppression seised  My droused sense, untroubled, though I thought  I then was passing to my former state  Insensible, and forthwith to dissolve:  When suddenly stood at my head a dream,  Whose inward apparition gently moved  My fancy to believe I yet had being,  And lived: One came, methought, of shape divine,  And said, “Thy mansion wants thee, Adam; rise,  First Man, of men innumerable ordained  First Father! called by thee, I come thy guide  To the garden of bliss, thy seat prepared.”  So saying, by the hand he took me raised,  And over fields and waters, as in air  Smooth-sliding without step, last led me up  A woody mountain; whose high top was plain,  A circuit wide, enclosed, with goodliest trees  Planted, with walks, and bowers; that what I saw  Of Earth before scarce pleasant seemed. Each tree,  Loaden with fairest fruit that hung to the eye  Tempting, stirred in me sudden appetite  To pluck and eat; whereat I waked, and found  Before mine eyes all real, as the dream  Had lively shadowed: Here had new begun  My wandering, had not he, who was my guide  Up hither, from among the trees appeared,  Presence Divine. Rejoicing, but with awe,  In adoration at his feet I fell  Submiss: He reared me, and “Whom thou soughtest I am,”  Said mildly, “Author of all this thou seest  Above, or round about thee, or beneath.  This Paradise I give thee, count it thine  To till and keep, and of the fruit to eat:  Of every tree that in the garden grows  Eat freely with glad heart; fear here no dearth:  But of the tree whose operation brings  Knowledge of good and ill, which I have set  The pledge of thy obedience and thy faith,  Amid the garden by the tree of life,  Remember what I warn thee, shun to taste,  And shun the bitter consequence: for know,  The day thou eatest thereof, my sole command  Transgressed, inevitably thou shalt die,  From that day mortal; and this happy state  Shalt lose, expelled from hence into a world  Of woe and sorrow.” Sternly he pronounced  The rigid interdiction, which resounds  Yet dreadful in mine ear, though in my choice  Not to incur; but soon his clear aspect  Returned, and gracious purpose thus renewed.  “Not only these fair bounds, but all the Earth  To thee and to thy race I give; as lords  Possess it, and all things that therein live,  Or live in sea, or air; beast, fish, and fowl.  In sign whereof, each bird and beast behold  After their kinds; I bring them to receive  From thee their names, and pay thee fealty  With low subjection; understand the same  Of fish within their watery residence,  Not hither summoned, since they cannot change  Their element, to draw the thinner air.”  As thus he spake, each bird and beast behold  Approaching two and two; these cowering low  With blandishment; each bird stooped on his wing.  I named them, as they passed, and understood  Their nature, with such knowledge God endued  My sudden apprehension: But in these  I found not what methought I wanted still;  And to the heavenly Vision thus presumed.  O, by what name, for thou above all"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is a description of various nations and their worship of different gods. The nations mentioned include the Ammonites, Moabites, Israelites, Phoenicians, and others from the region around ancient Israel.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. The Ammonites worship Moloch, a god to whom human sacrifices are made.\n2. Solomon, with fraud, is led by the Ammonite deity to build a temple for it near the temple of God in Jerusalem.\n3. The Moabites worship Chemos, also known as Peor. Israel is enticed to commit \"wanton rites\" to this deity, resulting in woe.\n4. Astoreth, or Astarte, is worshipped by the Phoenicians and Sidonians with crescent horns and nightly vows. Her temple is also built in Sion.\n5. Thammuz is mourned by Syrian damsels for his annual wound in Lebanon.\n6. Adonis is also mourned for his supposed yearly death.\n7. Dagon, a sea-monster deity, is worshipped in Azotus and other cities \n[/INST]\n\naltar, gods adored  Among the nations round, and durst abide  Jehovah thundering out of Sion, throned  Between the Cherubim; yea, often placed  Within his sanctuary itself their shrines,  Abominations; and with cursed things  His holy rites and solemn feasts profaned,  And with their darkness durst affront his light.  First, Moloch, horrid king, besmeared with blood  Of human sacrifice, and parents’ tears;  Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud,  Their children’s cries unheard that passed through fire  To his grim idol. Him the Ammonite  Worshiped in Rabba and her watery plain,  In Argob and in Basan, to the stream  Of utmost Arnon. Nor content with such  Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart  Of Solomon he led by fraud to build  His temple right against the temple of God  On that opprobrious hill, and made his grove  The pleasant valley of Hinnom, Tophet thence  And black Gehenna called, the type of Hell.  Next Chemos, th’ obscene dread of Moab’s sons,  From Aroar to Nebo and the wild  Of southmost Abarim; in Hesebon  And Horonaim, Seon’s real, beyond  The flowery dale of Sibma clad with vines,  And Eleale to th’ Asphaltic Pool:  Peor his other name, when he enticed  Israel in Sittim, on their march from Nile,  To do him wanton rites, which cost them woe.  Yet thence his lustful orgies he enlarged  Even to that hill of scandal, by the grove  Of Moloch homicide, lust hard by hate,  Till good Josiah drove them thence to Hell.  With these came they who, from the bordering flood  Of old Euphrates to the brook that parts  Egypt from Syrian ground, had general names  Of Baalim and Ashtaroth—those male,  These feminine. For Spirits, when they please,  Can either sex assume, or both; so soft  And uncompounded is their essence pure,  Not tried or manacled with joint or limb,  Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones,  Like cumbrous flesh; but, in what shape they choose,  Dilated or condensed, bright or obscure,  Can execute their airy purposes,  And works of love or enmity fulfil.  For those the race of Israel oft forsook  Their Living Strength, and unfrequented left  His righteous altar, bowing lowly down  To bestial gods; for which their heads as low  Bowed down in battle, sunk before the spear  Of despicable foes. With these in troop  Came Astoreth, whom the Phoenicians called  Astarte, queen of heaven, with crescent horns;  To whose bright image nightly by the moon  Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs;  In Sion also not unsung, where stood  Her temple on th’ offensive mountain, built  By that uxorious king whose heart, though large,  Beguiled by fair idolatresses, fell  To idols foul. Thammuz came next behind,  Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured  The Syrian damsels to lament his fate  In amorous ditties all a summer’s day,  While smooth Adonis from his native rock  Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood  Of Thammuz yearly wounded: the love-tale  Infected Sion’s daughters with like heat,  Whose wanton passions in the sacred porch  Ezekiel saw, when, by the vision led,  His eye surveyed the dark idolatries  Of alienated Judah. Next came one  Who mourned in earnest, when the captive ark  Maimed his brute image, head and hands lopt off,  In his own temple, on the grunsel-edge,  Where he fell flat and shamed his worshippers:  Dagon his name, sea-monster, upward man  And downward fish; yet had his temple high  Reared in Azotus, dreaded through the coast  Of Palestine, in Gath and Ascalon,  And Accaron and Gaza’s frontier bounds.  Him followed Rimmon, whose delightful seat  Was fair Damascus, on the fertile banks  Of Abbana and Pharphar, lucid streams.  He also against the house of God was bold:  A leper once he lost, and gained a king—  Ahaz, his sottish conqueror, whom he drew  God’s altar to disparage and displace  For one of Syrian mode, whereon to burn  His odious offerings, and adore the gods  Whom he had vanquished. After these appeared  A crew who, under names of old renown—  Osiris, Isis, Orus,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the realm of Heaven, a battle ensues between the faithful angels led by Archangel Michael and the rebel angels led by Satan. The battle is fierce and intense, with both sides using their powerful weapons and abilities. The battle rages on for a long time, until Michael and his angels gain the upper hand.\n\nThe turning point in the battle comes when Michael uses his sword to strike down entire squadrons of rebel angels at once. Satan, who has been dominating the battle up until this point, sees this and quickly rushes to confront Michael. He raises his massive shield, made of tenfold adamant, to protect himself and his followers.\n\nMichael, noticing Satan's approach, ceases his attacks and prepares to face the leader of the rebellion. He speaks to Satan, condemning him for his actions and accusing him of bringing misery and violence into Heaven. He tells Satan that he and his followers are no longer welcome in Heaven and orders them to leave and go to Hell.\n\nSatan, undeterred by Michael's words, responds with defiance and challenges Michael to back up his threats with actions. The battle \n[/INST]\n\nhis shield,  Such ruin intercept: Ten paces huge  He back recoiled; the tenth on bended knee  His massy spear upstaid; as if on earth  Winds under ground, or waters forcing way,  Sidelong had pushed a mountain from his seat,  Half sunk with all his pines. Amazement seised  The rebel Thrones, but greater rage, to see  Thus foiled their mightiest; ours joy filled, and shout,  Presage of victory, and fierce desire  Of battle: Whereat Michael bid sound  The Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heaven  It sounded, and the faithful armies rung  Hosanna to the Highest: Nor stood at gaze  The adverse legions, nor less hideous joined  The horrid shock. Now storming fury rose,  And clamour such as heard in Heaven till now  Was never; arms on armour clashing brayed  Horrible discord, and the madding wheels  Of brazen chariots raged; dire was the noise  Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss  Of fiery darts in flaming vollies flew,  And flying vaulted either host with fire.  So under fiery cope together rushed  Both battles main, with ruinous assault  And inextinguishable rage. All Heaven  Resounded; and had Earth been then, all Earth  Had to her center shook. What wonder? when  Millions of fierce encountering Angels fought  On either side, the least of whom could wield  These elements, and arm him with the force  Of all their regions: How much more of power  Army against army numberless to raise  Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb,  Though not destroy, their happy native seat;  Had not the Eternal King Omnipotent,  From his strong hold of Heaven, high over-ruled  And limited their might; though numbered such  As each divided legion might have seemed  A numerous host; in strength each armed hand  A legion; led in fight, yet leader seemed  Each warriour single as in chief, expert  When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway  Of battle, open when, and when to close  The ridges of grim war: No thought of flight,  None of retreat, no unbecoming deed  That argued fear; each on himself relied,  As only in his arm the moment lay  Of victory: Deeds of eternal fame  Were done, but infinite; for wide was spread  That war and various; sometimes on firm ground  A standing fight, then, soaring on main wing,  Tormented all the air; all air seemed then  Conflicting fire. Long time in even scale  The battle hung; till Satan, who that day  Prodigious power had shown, and met in arms  No equal, ranging through the dire attack  Of fighting Seraphim confused, at length  Saw where the sword of Michael smote, and felled  Squadrons at once; with huge two-handed sway  Brandished aloft, the horrid edge came down  Wide-wasting; such destruction to withstand  He hasted, and opposed the rocky orb  Of tenfold adamant, his ample shield,  A vast circumference. At his approach  The great Arch-Angel from his warlike toil  Surceased, and glad, as hoping here to end  Intestine war in Heaven, the arch-foe subdued  Or captive dragged in chains, with hostile frown  And visage all inflamed first thus began.  Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt,  Unnamed in Heaven, now plenteous as thou seest  These acts of hateful strife, hateful to all,  Though heaviest by just measure on thyself,  And thy adherents: How hast thou disturbed  Heaven’s blessed peace, and into nature brought  Misery, uncreated till the crime  Of thy rebellion! how hast thou instilled  Thy malice into thousands, once upright  And faithful, now proved false! But think not here  To trouble holy rest; Heaven casts thee out  From all her confines. Heaven, the seat of bliss,  Brooks not the works of violence and war.  Hence then, and evil go with thee along,  Thy offspring, to the place of evil, Hell;  Thou and thy wicked crew! there mingle broils,  Ere this avenging sword begin thy doom,  Or some more sudden vengeance, winged from God,  Precipitate thee with augmented pain.  So spake the Prince of Angels; to whom thus  The Adversary. Nor think thou with wind  Of aery threats to awe whom yet with deeds"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The fallen angel Portentous, who is now called Death, relates to his father, Satan, the events that led to his current state. Portentous was once an angel in Heaven who became enamored with his own perfect image reflected in Eve. This love led to Eve becoming pregnant, and soon after, a war broke out in Heaven. Despite their best efforts, the loyal angels, including Portentous, were defeated and fell from Heaven into the abyss. At the time of their fall, Portentous was given the key to the gates of Hell and the charge to keep them shut forever. While sitting alone, Portentous felt his pregnant womb and gave birth to Death, who immediately began to cause pain and suffering to his mother. Death, who was also known as the \"odious offspring,\" began to torture his mother by returning to her womb and gnawing at her bowels. Portentous then warns Satan of Death's deadly arrow and advises him to avoid it. Satan, who is pleased with this information, reveals his plan to find a new place in the purlieus of Heaven where Portentous and Death can live in peace and have \n[/INST]\n\nPortentous held me; but, familiar grown,  I pleased, and with attractive graces won  The most averse—thee chiefly, who, full oft  Thyself in me thy perfect image viewing,  Becam’st enamoured; and such joy thou took’st  With me in secret that my womb conceived  A growing burden. Meanwhile war arose,  And fields were fought in Heaven: wherein remained  (For what could else?) to our Almighty Foe  Clear victory; to our part loss and rout  Through all the Empyrean. Down they fell,  Driven headlong from the pitch of Heaven, down  Into this Deep; and in the general fall  I also: at which time this powerful key  Into my hands was given, with charge to keep  These gates for ever shut, which none can pass  Without my opening. Pensive here I sat  Alone; but long I sat not, till my womb,  Pregnant by thee, and now excessive grown,  Prodigious motion felt and rueful throes.  At last this odious offspring whom thou seest,  Thine own begotten, breaking violent way,  Tore through my entrails, that, with fear and pain  Distorted, all my nether shape thus grew  Transformed: but he my inbred enemy  Forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart,  Made to destroy. I fled, and cried out Death!  Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed  From all her caves, and back resounded Death!  I fled; but he pursued (though more, it seems,  Inflamed with lust than rage), and, swifter far,  Me overtook, his mother, all dismayed,  And, in embraces forcible and foul  Engendering with me, of that rape begot  These yelling monsters, that with ceaseless cry  Surround me, as thou saw’st—hourly conceived  And hourly born, with sorrow infinite  To me; for, when they list, into the womb  That bred them they return, and howl, and gnaw  My bowels, their repast; then, bursting forth  Afresh, with conscious terrors vex me round,  That rest or intermission none I find.  Before mine eyes in opposition sits  Grim Death, my son and foe, who set them on,  And me, his parent, would full soon devour  For want of other prey, but that he knows  His end with mine involved, and knows that I  Should prove a bitter morsel, and his bane,  Whenever that shall be: so Fate pronounced.  But thou, O father, I forewarn thee, shun  His deadly arrow; neither vainly hope  To be invulnerable in those bright arms,  Through tempered heavenly; for that mortal dint,  Save he who reigns above, none can resist.”      She finished; and the subtle Fiend his lore  Soon learned, now milder, and thus answered smooth:—      “Dear daughter—since thou claim’st me for thy sire,  And my fair son here show’st me, the dear pledge  Of dalliance had with thee in Heaven, and joys  Then sweet, now sad to mention, through dire change  Befallen us unforeseen, unthought-of—know,  I come no enemy, but to set free  From out this dark and dismal house of pain  Both him and thee, and all the heavenly host  Of Spirits that, in our just pretences armed,  Fell with us from on high. From them I go  This uncouth errand sole, and one for all  Myself expose, with lonely steps to tread  Th’ unfounded Deep, and through the void immense  To search, with wandering quest, a place foretold  Should be—and, by concurring signs, ere now  Created vast and round—a place of bliss  In the purlieus of Heaven; and therein placed  A race of upstart creatures, to supply  Perhaps our vacant room, though more removed,  Lest Heaven, surcharged with potent multitude,  Might hap to move new broils. Be this, or aught  Than this more secret, now designed, I haste  To know; and, this once known, shall soon return,  And bring ye to the place where thou and Death  Shall dwell at ease, and up and down unseen  Wing silently the buxom air, embalmed  With odours. There ye shall be fed and filled  Immeasurably; all things shall be your prey.”      He ceased; for both seemed highly pleased, and Death  Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear  His famine should be filled, and blessed his maw  Destined to that good hour. No less rejoiced  His mother bad, and thus"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Gabriel intervenes in a heated argument between Satan and another angel, preventing a potential conflict in Heaven. Meanwhile, Adam wakes up to find Eve still asleep and in a disheveled state.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Gabriel intervenes in the argument between Satan and the other angel, reminding them of their given strengths and the futility of boasting about their abilities.\n2. Satan looks up and sees that he is weighed down in Heaven's golden scales, indicating his weakness compared to Heaven's power.\n3. Satan flees, murmuring to himself, and the shades of night flee with him.\n4. Morning arrives, and Adam wakes up to find Eve still asleep.\n5. Adam is enamored with Eve's beauty, which he sees as she lies asleep.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nonce more  What thou and thy gay legions dare against;  Whose easier business were to serve their Lord  High up in Heaven, with songs to hymn his throne,  And practised distances to cringe, not fight,  To whom the warriour Angel soon replied.  To say and straight unsay, pretending first  Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy,  Argues no leader but a liar traced,  Satan, and couldst thou faithful add? O name,  O sacred name of faithfulness profaned!  Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew?  Army of Fiends, fit body to fit head.  Was this your discipline and faith engaged,  Your military obedience, to dissolve  Allegiance to the acknowledged Power supreme?  And thou, sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem  Patron of liberty, who more than thou  Once fawned, and cringed, and servilely adored  Heaven’s awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope  To dispossess him, and thyself to reign?  But mark what I arreed thee now, Avant;  Fly neither whence thou fledst! If from this hour  Within these hallowed limits thou appear,  Back to the infernal pit I drag thee chained,  And seal thee so, as henceforth not to scorn  The facile gates of Hell too slightly barred.  So threatened he; but Satan to no threats  Gave heed, but waxing more in rage replied.  Then when I am thy captive talk of chains,  Proud limitary Cherub! but ere then  Far heavier load thyself expect to feel  From my prevailing arm, though Heaven’s King  Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers,  Us’d to the yoke, drawest his triumphant wheels  In progress through the road of Heaven star-paved.  While thus he spake, the angelick squadron bright  Turned fiery red, sharpening in mooned horns  Their phalanx, and began to hem him round  With ported spears, as thick as when a field  Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends  Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind  Sways them; the careful plowman doubting stands,  Left on the threshing floor his hopeless sheaves  Prove chaff. On the other side, Satan, alarmed,  Collecting all his might, dilated stood,  Like Teneriff or Atlas, unremoved:  His stature reached the sky, and on his crest  Sat Horrour plumed; nor wanted in his grasp  What seemed both spear and shield: Now dreadful deeds  Might have ensued, nor only Paradise  In this commotion, but the starry cope  Of Heaven perhaps, or all the elements  At least had gone to wrack, disturbed and torn  With violence of this conflict, had not soon  The Eternal, to prevent such horrid fray,  Hung forth in Heaven his golden scales, yet seen  Betwixt Astrea and the Scorpion sign,  Wherein all things created first he weighed,  The pendulous round earth with balanced air  In counterpoise, now ponders all events,  Battles and realms: In these he put two weights,  The sequel each of parting and of fight:  The latter quick up flew, and kicked the beam,  Which Gabriel spying, thus bespake the Fiend.  Satan, I know thy strength, and thou knowest mine;  Neither our own, but given: What folly then  To boast what arms can do? since thine no more  Than Heaven permits, nor mine, though doubled now  To trample thee as mire: For proof look up,  And read thy lot in yon celestial sign;  Where thou art weighed, and shown how light, how weak,  If thou resist. The Fiend looked up, and knew  His mounted scale aloft: Nor more; but fled  Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.          Book V      Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime  Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,  When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep  Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred,  And temperate vapours bland, which the only sound  Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora’s fan,  Lightly dispersed, and the shrill matin song  Of birds on every bough; so much the more  His wonder was to find unwakened Eve  With tresses discomposed, and glowing cheek,  As through unquiet rest: He, on his side  Leaning half raised, with looks of cordial love  Hung over her enamoured, and beheld  Beauty, which, whether waking or"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins with Satan, the arch-fiend, chained on a burning lake in Hell. He is released by the will of Heaven to carry out his own dark designs and heap damnation upon himself. Satan rises from the pool, and his mate follows him. They both glory in their strength and independence from supernal Power. Satan laments the loss of Heaven and the celestial light, but he declares that the mind is its own place and can make a Heaven of Hell. He chooses to reign in Hell rather than serve in Heaven. Satan then addresses his faithful friends, the associates and co-partners of their loss, who lie astonished on the oblivious pool. Beelzebub answers Satan, encouraging him to rally their friends and try what may be yet regained in Heaven or what more lost in Hell. The story ends with Satan moving toward the shore, his ponderous shield and spear behind him.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nas seamen tell,  With fixed anchor in his scaly rind,  Moors by his side under the lee, while night  Invests the sea, and wished morn delays.  So stretched out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay,  Chained on the burning lake; nor ever thence  Had risen, or heaved his head, but that the will  And high permission of all-ruling Heaven  Left him at large to his own dark designs,  That with reiterated crimes he might  Heap on himself damnation, while he sought  Evil to others, and enraged might see  How all his malice served but to bring forth  Infinite goodness, grace, and mercy, shewn  On Man by him seduced, but on himself  Treble confusion, wrath, and vengeance poured.      Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool  His mighty stature; on each hand the flames  Driven backward slope their pointing spires, and rolled  In billows, leave i’ th’ midst a horrid vale.  Then with expanded wings he steers his flight  Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air,  That felt unusual weight; till on dry land  He lights—if it were land that ever burned  With solid, as the lake with liquid fire,  And such appeared in hue as when the force  Of subterranean wind transports a hill  Torn from Pelorus, or the shattered side  Of thundering Etna, whose combustible  And fuelled entrails, thence conceiving fire,  Sublimed with mineral fury, aid the winds,  And leave a singed bottom all involved  With stench and smoke. Such resting found the sole  Of unblest feet. Him followed his next mate;  Both glorying to have scaped the Stygian flood  As gods, and by their own recovered strength,  Not by the sufferance of supernal Power.      “Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,”  Said then the lost Archangel, “this the seat  That we must change for Heaven?—this mournful gloom  For that celestial light? Be it so, since he  Who now is sovereign can dispose and bid  What shall be right: farthest from him is best  Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme  Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields,  Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail,  Infernal world! and thou, profoundest Hell,  Receive thy new possessor—one who brings  A mind not to be changed by place or time.  The mind is its own place, and in itself  Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.  What matter where, if I be still the same,  And what I should be, all but less than he  Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least  We shall be free; th’ Almighty hath not built  Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:  Here we may reign secure; and, in my choice,  To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:  Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.  But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,  Th’ associates and co-partners of our loss,  Lie thus astonished on th’ oblivious pool,  And call them not to share with us their part  In this unhappy mansion, or once more  With rallied arms to try what may be yet  Regained in Heaven, or what more lost in Hell?”      So Satan spake; and him Beelzebub  Thus answered:—“Leader of those armies bright  Which, but th’ Omnipotent, none could have foiled!  If once they hear that voice, their liveliest pledge  Of hope in fears and dangers—heard so oft  In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge  Of battle, when it raged, in all assaults  Their surest signal—they will soon resume  New courage and revive, though now they lie  Grovelling and prostrate on yon lake of fire,  As we erewhile, astounded and amazed;  No wonder, fallen such a pernicious height!”      He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend  Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield,  Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round,  Behind him cast. The broad circumference  Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb  Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views  At evening, from the top of Fesole,  Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands,  Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.  His spear—to equal which the tallest pine  Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast  Of some great ammiral,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: Both Satan and his companions stand in a location where they are expecting their enemies to appear. Suddenly, Satan appears and commands his companions to unfold their front and prepare for peace talks with their enemies. They do so, and a row of triple-mounted pillars on wheels is revealed, each with a Seraph standing behind it holding a reed that suddenly emits flame and smoke. The pillars belch out various weapons, including chained thunderbolts and hail of iron globes, which cause chaos and destruction among Satan's forces. Satan and his companions, realizing that they are outmatched, consider their options and decide to try to engage their enemies in peace talks once again. However, before they can do so, their enemies launch another attack, and Satan's forces are forced to flee. Satan and his companions scoff at their enemies' behavior, but soon realize that they need to find a way to defend themselves against the superior weapons and tactics of their foes.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nboth stood  A while; but suddenly at head appeared  Satan, and thus was heard commanding loud.  Vanguard, to right and left the front unfold;  That all may see who hate us, how we seek  Peace and composure, and with open breast  Stand ready to receive them, if they like  Our overture; and turn not back perverse:  But that I doubt; however witness, Heaven!  Heaven, witness thou anon! while we discharge  Freely our part: ye, who appointed stand  Do as you have in charge, and briefly touch  What we propound, and loud that all may hear!  So scoffing in ambiguous words, he scarce  Had ended; when to right and left the front  Divided, and to either flank retired:  Which to our eyes discovered, new and strange,  A triple mounted row of pillars laid  On wheels (for like to pillars most they seemed,  Or hollowed bodies made of oak or fir,  With branches lopt, in wood or mountain felled,)  Brass, iron, stony mould, had not their mouths  With hideous orifice gaped on us wide,  Portending hollow truce: At each behind  A Seraph stood, and in his hand a reed  Stood waving tipt with fire; while we, suspense,  Collected stood within our thoughts amused,  Not long; for sudden all at once their reeds  Put forth, and to a narrow vent applied  With nicest touch. Immediate in a flame,  But soon obscured with smoke, all Heaven appeared,  From those deep-throated engines belched, whose roar  Embowelled with outrageous noise the air,  And all her entrails tore, disgorging foul  Their devilish glut, chained thunderbolts and hail  Of iron globes; which, on the victor host  Levelled, with such impetuous fury smote,  That, whom they hit, none on their feet might stand,  Though standing else as rocks, but down they fell  By thousands, Angel on Arch-Angel rolled;  The sooner for their arms; unarmed, they might  Have easily, as Spirits, evaded swift  By quick contraction or remove; but now  Foul dissipation followed, and forced rout;  Nor served it to relax their serried files.  What should they do? if on they rushed, repulse  Repeated, and indecent overthrow  Doubled, would render them yet more despised,  And to their foes a laughter; for in view  Stood ranked of Seraphim another row,  In posture to displode their second tire  Of thunder: Back defeated to return  They worse abhorred. Satan beheld their plight,  And to his mates thus in derision called.  O Friends! why come not on these victors proud  Ere while they fierce were coming; and when we,  To entertain them fair with open front  And breast, (what could we more?) propounded terms  Of composition, straight they changed their minds,  Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell,  As they would dance; yet for a dance they seemed  Somewhat extravagant and wild; perhaps  For joy of offered peace: But I suppose,  If our proposals once again were heard,  We should compel them to a quick result.  To whom thus Belial, in like gamesome mood.  Leader! the terms we sent were terms of weight,  Of hard contents, and full of force urged home;  Such as we might perceive amused them all,  And stumbled many: Who receives them right,  Had need from head to foot well understand;  Not understood, this gift they have besides,  They show us when our foes walk not upright.  So they among themselves in pleasant vein  Stood scoffing, hightened in their thoughts beyond  All doubt of victory: Eternal Might  To match with their inventions they presumed  So easy, and of his thunder made a scorn,  And all his host derided, while they stood  A while in trouble: But they stood not long;  Rage prompted them at length, and found them arms  Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose.  Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power,  Which God hath in his mighty Angels placed!)  Their arms away they threw, and to the hills  (For Earth hath this variety from Heaven  Of pleasure situate in hill and dale,)  Light as the lightning glimpse they ran, they flew;  From their foundations loosening to and fro,  They plucked the seated hills, with all"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Raphael is instructed by God to descend to Earth and converse with Adam, warning him of the danger posed by Satan, who has escaped from Hell and is planning to ruin mankind through deceit and lies. Raphael flies through Heaven and down to the Earth, where he finds Adam and converses with him, advising him of his happy state and warning him to beware of swerving from his state of bliss.\n\nIn the beginning of the text, the speaker calls on the winds, pines, fountains, birds, and other living creatures to join together in praising God. The creatures are asked to bear witness to the speaker's own praise of God, who has the power to dispel evil and bring peace and calm.\n\nAfter this prayer, the text shifts to a scene in Heaven, where God speaks to the archangel Raphael and instructs him to descend to Earth and warn Adam of the danger posed by Satan. Raphael obeys and flies through Heaven and down to Earth, where he finds Adam and begins to converse with him.\n\nRaphael advises Adam of his happy state and warns him to \n[/INST]\n\npraise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow,  Breathe soft or loud; and, wave your tops, ye Pines,  With every plant, in sign of worship wave.  Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow,  Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.  Join voices, all ye living Souls: Ye Birds,  That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend,  Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.  Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk  The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;  Witness if I be silent, morn or even,  To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade,  Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.  Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still  To give us only good; and if the night  Have gathered aught of evil, or concealed,  Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark!  So prayed they innocent, and to their thoughts  Firm peace recovered soon, and wonted calm.  On to their morning’s rural work they haste,  Among sweet dews and flowers; where any row  Of fruit-trees over-woody reached too far  Their pampered boughs, and needed hands to check  Fruitless embraces: or they led the vine  To wed her elm; she, spoused, about him twines  Her marriageable arms, and with him brings  Her dower, the adopted clusters, to adorn  His barren leaves. Them thus employed beheld  With pity Heaven’s high King, and to him called  Raphael, the sociable Spirit, that deigned  To travel with Tobias, and secured  His marriage with the seventimes-wedded maid.  Raphael, said he, thou hearest what stir on Earth  Satan, from Hell ’scaped through the darksome gulf,  Hath raised in Paradise; and how disturbed  This night the human pair; how he designs  In them at once to ruin all mankind.  Go therefore, half this day as friend with friend  Converse with Adam, in what bower or shade  Thou findest him from the heat of noon retired,  To respite his day-labour with repast,  Or with repose; and such discourse bring on,  As may advise him of his happy state,  Happiness in his power left free to will,  Left to his own free will, his will though free,  Yet mutable; whence warn him to beware  He swerve not, too secure: Tell him withal  His danger, and from whom; what enemy,  Late fallen himself from Heaven, is plotting now  The fall of others from like state of bliss;  By violence? no, for that shall be withstood;  But by deceit and lies: This let him know,  Lest, wilfully transgressing, he pretend  Surprisal, unadmonished, unforewarned.  So spake the Eternal Father, and fulfilled  All justice: Nor delayed the winged Saint  After his charge received; but from among  Thousand celestial Ardours, where he stood  Veiled with his gorgeous wings, up springing light,  Flew through the midst of Heaven; the angelick quires,  On each hand parting, to his speed gave way  Through all the empyreal road; till, at the gate  Of Heaven arrived, the gate self-opened wide  On golden hinges turning, as by work  Divine the sovran Architect had framed.  From hence no cloud, or, to obstruct his sight,  Star interposed, however small he sees,  Not unconformed to other shining globes,  Earth, and the garden of God, with cedars crowned  Above all hills. As when by night the glass  Of Galileo, less assured, observes  Imagined lands and regions in the moon:  Or pilot, from amidst the Cyclades  Delos or Samos first appearing, kens  A cloudy spot. Down thither prone in flight  He speeds, and through the vast ethereal sky  Sails between worlds and worlds, with steady wing  Now on the polar winds, then with quick fan  Winnows the buxom air; till, within soar  Of towering eagles, to all the fowls he seems  A phoenix, gazed by all as that sole bird,  When, to enshrine his reliques in the Sun’s  Bright temple, to Egyptian Thebes he flies.  At once on the eastern cliff of Paradise  He lights, and to his proper shape returns  A Seraph winged: Six wings he wore, to shade  His lineaments divine; the pair that clad  Each shoulder broad, came mantling o’er his breast  With regal ornament; the middle pair  Girt like a"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The fallen angels, led by Satan, have been cast out of heaven and are gathered together in hell. They are in a gloomy and disheartened state, but Satan manages to rally their spirits and organize them for war. Azazel, a Cherub, unfurls their standard, which is a magnificent banner emblazoned with gems and golden lustre. The host of fallen angels moves in a perfect phalanx to the sound of soft pipes, and they stand ready to receive their commander's orders.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. The fallen angels are in a gloomy and disheartened state in hell.\n2. Satan manages to rally their spirits and organizes them for war.\n3. Azazel, a Cherub, unfurls their standard, which is a magnificent banner emblazoned with gems and golden lustre.\n4. The host of fallen angels moves in a perfect phalanx to the sound of soft pipes.\n5. They stand ready to receive their commander's orders.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nand their train—  With monstrous shapes and sorceries abused  Fanatic Egypt and her priests to seek  Their wandering gods disguised in brutish forms  Rather than human. Nor did Israel scape  Th’ infection, when their borrowed gold composed  The calf in Oreb; and the rebel king  Doubled that sin in Bethel and in Dan,  Likening his Maker to the grazed ox—  Jehovah, who, in one night, when he passed  From Egypt marching, equalled with one stroke  Both her first-born and all her bleating gods.  Belial came last; than whom a Spirit more lewd  Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love  Vice for itself. To him no temple stood  Or altar smoked; yet who more oft than he  In temples and at altars, when the priest  Turns atheist, as did Eli’s sons, who filled  With lust and violence the house of God?  In courts and palaces he also reigns,  And in luxurious cities, where the noise  Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers,  And injury and outrage; and, when night  Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons  Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.  Witness the streets of Sodom, and that night  In Gibeah, when the hospitable door  Exposed a matron, to avoid worse rape.      These were the prime in order and in might:  The rest were long to tell; though far renowned  Th’ Ionian gods—of Javan’s issue held  Gods, yet confessed later than Heaven and Earth,  Their boasted parents;—Titan, Heaven’s first-born,  With his enormous brood, and birthright seized  By younger Saturn: he from mightier Jove,  His own and Rhea’s son, like measure found;  So Jove usurping reigned. These, first in Crete  And Ida known, thence on the snowy top  Of cold Olympus ruled the middle air,  Their highest heaven; or on the Delphian cliff,  Or in Dodona, and through all the bounds  Of Doric land; or who with Saturn old  Fled over Adria to th’ Hesperian fields,  And o’er the Celtic roamed the utmost Isles.      All these and more came flocking; but with looks  Downcast and damp; yet such wherein appeared  Obscure some glimpse of joy to have found their Chief  Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost  In loss itself; which on his countenance cast  Like doubtful hue. But he, his wonted pride  Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore  Semblance of worth, not substance, gently raised  Their fainting courage, and dispelled their fears.  Then straight commands that, at the warlike sound  Of trumpets loud and clarions, be upreared  His mighty standard. That proud honour claimed  Azazel as his right, a Cherub tall:  Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled  Th’ imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,  Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind,  With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed,  Seraphic arms and trophies; all the while  Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds:  At which the universal host up-sent  A shout that tore Hell’s concave, and beyond  Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.  All in a moment through the gloom were seen  Ten thousand banners rise into the air,  With orient colours waving: with them rose  A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms  Appeared, and serried shields in thick array  Of depth immeasurable. Anon they move  In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood  Of flutes and soft recorders—such as raised  To height of noblest temper heroes old  Arming to battle, and instead of rage  Deliberate valour breathed, firm, and unmoved  With dread of death to flight or foul retreat;  Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage  With solemn touches troubled thoughts, and chase  Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain  From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they,  Breathing united force with fixed thought,  Moved on in silence to soft pipes that charmed  Their painful steps o’er the burnt soil. And now  Advanced in view they stand—a horrid front  Of dreadful length and dazzling arms, in guise  Of warriors old, with ordered spear and shield,  Awaiting what command their mighty Chief  Had to impose. He through the armed files"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve live in harmony with nature and each other. The chain of events is as follows:\n\n1. Adam and Eve walk together, hand in hand, towards their \"blissful bower.\"\n2. They reflect on the celestial voices they have heard singing in the night, giving praise to their Creator.\n3. They arrive at their bower, a secluded and sacred place chosen by the \"sovran Planter\" for their use.\n4. Eve decorates their nuptial bed with flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs.\n5. They offer pure adoration to God, who made the sky, air, earth, and heaven.\n6. They express their happiness in their mutual help and love, and their desire to fill the earth with offspring who will extol God's goodness.\n7. They enter their bower and lay down together, shedding their \"troublesome disguises\" and enjoying the \"mysterious rites\" of married love.\n8. The narrator praises married love as the source of human offspring and the foundation of all charities \n[/INST]\n\nShine not in vain; nor think, though men were none,  That Heaven would want spectators, God want praise:  Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth  Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep:  All these with ceaseless praise his works behold  Both day and night: How often from the steep  Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard  Celestial voices to the midnight air,  Sole, or responsive each to others note,  Singing their great Creator? oft in bands  While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk,  With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds  In full harmonick number joined, their songs  Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven.  Thus talking, hand in hand alone they passed  On to their blissful bower: it was a place  Chosen by the sovran Planter, when he framed  All things to Man’s delightful use; the roof  Of thickest covert was inwoven shade  Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew  Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side  Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub,  Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower,  Iris all hues, roses, and jessamin,  Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought  Mosaick; underfoot the violet,  Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay  Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone  Of costliest emblem: Other creature here,  Bird, beast, insect, or worm, durst enter none,  Such was their awe of Man. In shadier bower  More sacred and sequestered, though but feigned,  Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor Nymph  Nor Faunus haunted. Here, in close recess,  With flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs,  Espoused Eve decked first her nuptial bed;  And heavenly quires the hymenaean sung,  What day the genial Angel to our sire  Brought her in naked beauty more adorned,  More lovely, than Pandora, whom the Gods  Endowed with all their gifts, and O! too like  In sad event, when to the unwiser son  Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnared  Mankind with her fair looks, to be avenged  On him who had stole Jove’s authentick fire.  Thus, at their shady lodge arrived, both stood,  Both turned, and under open sky adored  The God that made both sky, air, earth, and heaven,  Which they beheld, the moon’s resplendent globe,  And starry pole: Thou also madest the night,  Maker Omnipotent, and thou the day,  Which we, in our appointed work employed,  Have finished, happy in our mutual help  And mutual love, the crown of all our bliss  Ordained by thee; and this delicious place  For us too large, where thy abundance wants  Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground.  But thou hast promised from us two a race  To fill the earth, who shall with us extol  Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake,  And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep.  This said unanimous, and other rites  Observing none, but adoration pure  Which God likes best, into their inmost bower  Handed they went; and, eased the putting off  These troublesome disguises which we wear,  Straight side by side were laid; nor turned, I ween,  Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites  Mysterious of connubial love refused:  Whatever hypocrites austerely talk  Of purity, and place, and innocence,  Defaming as impure what God declares  Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.  Our Maker bids encrease; who bids abstain  But our Destroyer, foe to God and Man?  Hail, wedded Love, mysterious law, true source  Of human offspring, sole propriety  In Paradise of all things common else!  By thee adulterous Lust was driven from men  Among the bestial herds to range; by thee  Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure,  Relations dear, and all the charities  Of father, son, and brother, first were known.  Far be it, that I should write thee sin or blame,  Or think thee unbefitting holiest place,  Perpetual fountain of domestick sweets,  Whose bed is undefiled and chaste pronounced,  Present, or past, as saints and patriarchs used.  Here Love his golden shafts employs, here lights  His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins with Eve giving the forbidden fruit to Adam, who eats it despite his better judgment. They both then feel a sense of divine power and begin to feel lustful desires towards each other. They engage in sexual relations and then fall into a deep sleep. When they wake up, they realize that they are naked and have lost their innocence. They are filled with shame and guilt. Adam, who had previously been more confident, is now abashed and speaks first, expressing his regret and blaming Eve for their fall from grace. Eve, in turn, feels remorse and acknowledges her role in their downfall. They both cover their bodies and sit in silence, filled with a sense of loss and despair.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nseems to this, and harsh.  On my experience, Adam, freely taste,  And fear of death deliver to the winds.  So saying, she embraced him, and for joy  Tenderly wept; much won, that he his love  Had so ennobled, as of choice to incur  Divine displeasure for her sake, or death.  In recompence (for such compliance bad  Such recompence best merits) from the bough  She gave him of that fair enticing fruit  With liberal hand: he scrupled not to eat,  Against his better knowledge; not deceived,  But fondly overcome with female charm.  Earth trembled from her entrails, as again  In pangs; and Nature gave a second groan;  Sky loured; and, muttering thunder, some sad drops  Wept at completing of the mortal sin  Original: while Adam took no thought,  Eating his fill; nor Eve to iterate  Her former trespass feared, the more to sooth  Him with her loved society; that now,  As with new wine intoxicated both,  They swim in mirth, and fancy that they feel  Divinity within them breeding wings,  Wherewith to scorn the earth: But that false fruit  Far other operation first displayed,  Carnal desire inflaming; he on Eve  Began to cast lascivious eyes; she him  As wantonly repaid; in lust they burn:  Till Adam thus ’gan Eve to dalliance move.  Eve, now I see thou art exact of taste,  And elegant, of sapience no small part;  Since to each meaning savour we apply,  And palate call judicious; I the praise  Yield thee, so well this day thou hast purveyed.  Much pleasure we have lost, while we abstained  From this delightful fruit, nor known till now  True relish, tasting; if such pleasure be  In things to us forbidden, it might be wished,  For this one tree had been forbidden ten.  But come, so well refreshed, now let us play,  As meet is, after such delicious fare;  For never did thy beauty, since the day  I saw thee first and wedded thee, adorned  With all perfections, so inflame my sense  With ardour to enjoy thee, fairer now  Than ever; bounty of this virtuous tree!  So said he, and forbore not glance or toy  Of amorous intent; well understood  Of Eve, whose eye darted contagious fire.  Her hand he seised; and to a shady bank,  Thick over-head with verdant roof imbowered,  He led her nothing loth; flowers were the couch,  Pansies, and violets, and asphodel,  And hyacinth; Earth’s freshest softest lap.  There they their fill of love and love’s disport  Took largely, of their mutual guilt the seal,  The solace of their sin; till dewy sleep  Oppressed them, wearied with their amorous play,  Soon as the force of that fallacious fruit,  That with exhilarating vapour bland  About their spirits had played, and inmost powers  Made err, was now exhaled; and grosser sleep,  Bred of unkindly fumes, with conscious dreams  Incumbered, now had left them; up they rose  As from unrest; and, each the other viewing,  Soon found their eyes how opened, and their minds  How darkened; innocence, that as a veil  Had shadowed them from knowing ill, was gone;  Just confidence, and native righteousness,  And honour, from about them, naked left  To guilty Shame; he covered, but his robe  Uncovered more. So rose the Danite strong,  Herculean Samson, from the harlot-lap  Of Philistean Dalilah, and waked  Shorn of his strength. They destitute and bare  Of all their virtue: Silent, and in face  Confounded, long they sat, as strucken mute:  Till Adam, though not less than Eve abashed,  At length gave utterance to these words constrained.  O Eve, in evil hour thou didst give ear  To that false worm, of whomsoever taught  To counterfeit Man’s voice; true in our fall,  False in our promised rising; since our eyes  Opened we find indeed, and find we know  Both good and evil; good lost, and evil got;  Bad fruit of knowledge, if this be to know;  Which leaves us naked thus, of honour void,  Of innocence, of faith, of purity,  Our wonted ornaments now soiled and stained,  And in our faces evident the signs  Of foul concupiscence; whence evil store;  Even shame, the last of evils; of the"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: Adam and the angel Michael are having a conversation. Adam expresses his delight in the vision Michael has shown him, but Michael warns him not to judge what is best by pleasure. The vision is of the descendants of Cain, who are studious and inventive but also wicked and unmindful of their maker. They will have beautiful offspring, but these offspring will lead many astray. Adam is saddened by this vision, but Michael tells him to prepare for another scene. Adam then sees a wide territory spread before him, with cities and rural works, and he witnesses a battle and various other violent acts being committed by the descendants of Cain. Adam is distraught and asks Michael who these violent men are, and Michael explains that they are the product of the ill-mated marriages that Adam saw earlier.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nattached the heart  Of Adam, soon inclined to admit delight,  The bent of nature; which he thus expressed.  True opener of mine eyes, prime Angel blest;  Much better seems this vision, and more hope  Of peaceful days portends, than those two past;  Those were of hate and death, or pain much worse;  Here Nature seems fulfilled in all her ends.  To whom thus Michael. Judge not what is best  By pleasure, though to nature seeming meet;  Created, as thou art, to nobler end  Holy and pure, conformity divine.  Those tents thou sawest so pleasant, were the tents  Of wickedness, wherein shall dwell his race  Who slew his brother; studious they appear  Of arts that polish life, inventers rare;  Unmindful of their Maker, though his Spirit  Taught them; but they his gifts acknowledged none.  Yet they a beauteous offspring shall beget;  For that fair female troop thou sawest, that seemed  Of Goddesses, so blithe, so smooth, so gay,  Yet empty of all good wherein consists  Woman’s domestick honour and chief praise;  Bred only and completed to the taste  Of lustful appetence, to sing, to dance,  To dress, and troll the tongue, and roll the eye:  To these that sober race of men, whose lives  Religious titled them the sons of God,  Shall yield up all their virtue, all their fame  Ignobly, to the trains and to the smiles  Of these fair atheists; and now swim in joy,  Erelong to swim at large; and laugh, for which  The world erelong a world of tears must weep.  To whom thus Adam, of short joy bereft.  O pity and shame, that they, who to live well  Entered so fair, should turn aside to tread  Paths indirect, or in the mid way faint!  But still I see the tenour of Man’s woe  Holds on the same, from Woman to begin.  From Man’s effeminate slackness it begins,  Said the Angel, who should better hold his place  By wisdom, and superiour gifts received.  But now prepare thee for another scene.  He looked, and saw wide territory spread  Before him, towns, and rural works between;  Cities of men with lofty gates and towers,  Concourse in arms, fierce faces threatening war,  Giants of mighty bone and bold emprise;  Part wield their arms, part curb the foaming steed,  Single or in array of battle ranged  Both horse and foot, nor idly mustering stood;  One way a band select from forage drives  A herd of beeves, fair oxen and fair kine,  From a fat meadow ground; or fleecy flock,  Ewes and their bleating lambs over the plain,  Their booty; scarce with life the shepherds fly,  But call in aid, which makes a bloody fray;  With cruel tournament the squadrons join;  Where cattle pastured late, now scattered lies  With carcasses and arms the ensanguined field,  Deserted: Others to a city strong  Lay siege, encamped; by battery, scale, and mine,  Assaulting; others from the wall defend  With dart and javelin, stones, and sulphurous fire;  On each hand slaughter, and gigantick deeds.  In other part the sceptered heralds call  To council, in the city-gates; anon  Gray-headed men and grave, with warriours mixed,  Assemble, and harangues are heard; but soon,  In factious opposition; till at last,  Of middle age one rising, eminent  In wise deport, spake much of right and wrong,  Of justice, or religion, truth, and peace,  And judgement from above: him old and young  Exploded, and had seized with violent hands,  Had not a cloud descending snatched him thence  Unseen amid the throng: so violence  Proceeded, and oppression, and sword-law,  Through all the plain, and refuge none was found.  Adam was all in tears, and to his guide  Lamenting turned full sad; O! what are these,  Death’s ministers, not men? who thus deal death  Inhumanly to men, and multiply  Ten thousandfold the sin of him who slew  His brother: for of whom such massacre  Make they, but of their brethren; men of men  But who was that just man, whom had not Heaven  Rescued, had in his righteousness been lost?  To whom thus Michael. These are the product  Of those ill-mated marriages thou sawest;  Where good"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning, the Son of God appears with Omnipotence, radiance, Majesty Divine, sapience, and love, surrounded by Cherub, Seraph, Potentates, Thrones, Virtues, and winged Spirits. They look upon the vast, immeasurable abyss, a chaotic sea dark, wasteful, and wild. The Son of God commands silence and peace to the waves and deep. He then rides on the wings of Cherubim into Chaos to create new worlds. He uses the golden compasses to circumscribe the universe and establish the Earth. He divides light from darkness, creating day and night. This marks the first day of creation, celebrated by the celestial choirs. On the second day, God creates the firmament to divide the waters from the waters, naming it Heaven. The Earth is still in the womb of waters, covered by the main ocean.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nevil to create; instead  Of Spirits malign, a better race to bring  Into their vacant room, and thence diffuse  His good to worlds and ages infinite.  So sang the Hierarchies: Mean while the Son  On his great expedition now appeared,  Girt with Omnipotence, with radiance crowned  Of Majesty Divine; sapience and love  Immense, and all his Father in him shone.  About his chariot numberless were poured  Cherub, and Seraph, Potentates, and Thrones,  And Virtues, winged Spirits, and chariots winged  From the armoury of God; where stand of old  Myriads, between two brazen mountains lodged  Against a solemn day, harnessed at hand,  Celestial equipage; and now came forth  Spontaneous, for within them Spirit lived,  Attendant on their Lord: Heaven opened wide  Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound  On golden hinges moving, to let forth  The King of Glory, in his powerful Word  And Spirit, coming to create new worlds.  On heavenly ground they stood; and from the shore  They viewed the vast immeasurable abyss  Outrageous as a sea, dark, wasteful, wild,  Up from the bottom turned by furious winds  And surging waves, as mountains, to assault  Heaven’s highth, and with the center mix the pole.  Silence, ye troubled Waves, and thou Deep, peace,  Said then the Omnifick Word; your discord end!  Nor staid; but, on the wings of Cherubim  Uplifted, in paternal glory rode  Far into Chaos, and the world unborn;  For Chaos heard his voice: Him all his train  Followed in bright procession, to behold  Creation, and the wonders of his might.  Then staid the fervid wheels, and in his hand  He took the golden compasses, prepared  In God’s eternal store, to circumscribe  This universe, and all created things:  One foot he centered, and the other turned  Round through the vast profundity obscure;  And said, Thus far extend, thus far thy bounds,  This be thy just circumference, O World!  Thus God the Heaven created, thus the Earth,  Matter unformed and void: Darkness profound  Covered the abyss: but on the watery calm  His brooding wings the Spirit of God outspread,  And vital virtue infused, and vital warmth  Throughout the fluid mass; but downward purged  The black tartareous cold infernal dregs,  Adverse to life: then founded, then conglobed  Like things to like; the rest to several place  Disparted, and between spun out the air;  And Earth self-balanced on her center hung.  Let there be light, said God; and forthwith Light  Ethereal, first of things, quintessence pure,  Sprung from the deep; and from her native east  To journey through the aery gloom began,  Sphered in a radiant cloud, for yet the sun  Was not; she in a cloudy tabernacle  Sojourned the while. God saw the light was good;  And light from darkness by the hemisphere  Divided: light the Day, and darkness Night,  He named. Thus was the first day even and morn:  Nor past uncelebrated, nor unsung  By the celestial quires, when orient light  Exhaling first from darkness they beheld;  Birth-day of Heaven and Earth; with joy and shout  The hollow universal orb they filled,  And touched their golden harps, and hymning praised  God and his works; Creator him they sung,  Both when first evening was, and when first morn.  Again, God said, Let there be firmament  Amid the waters, and let it divide  The waters from the waters; and God made  The firmament, expanse of liquid, pure,  Transparent, elemental air, diffused  In circuit to the uttermost convex  Of this great round; partition firm and sure,  The waters underneath from those above  Dividing: for as earth, so he the world  Built on circumfluous waters calm, in wide  Crystalline ocean, and the loud misrule  Of Chaos far removed; lest fierce extremes  Contiguous might distemper the whole frame:  And Heaven he named the Firmament: So even  And morning chorus sung the second day.  The Earth was formed, but in the womb as yet  Of waters, embryon immature involved,  Appeared not: over all the face of Earth  Main ocean flowed, not idle; but, with warm"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes the chain of events in which Eve, the first woman, is persuaded by the serpent to eat the forbidden fruit from the \"tree of knowledge of good and evil\" in the Garden of Eden.\n\n1. The serpent tempts Eve with the fruit, arguing that it will give her knowledge and power like the gods.\n2. Eve is initially hesitant, but the serpent's words and the enticing smell of the fruit eventually persuade her to eat it.\n3. After eating the fruit, Eve reflects on its taste and virtues, and comes to the conclusion that it grants knowledge and wisdom.\n4. Eve offers the fruit to Adam, who also eats it, despite initially being hesitant.\n5. God discovers that Adam and Eve have eaten the forbidden fruit and curses the serpent, as well as Adam and Eve, for their disobedience.\n6. Adam and Eve are cast out of the Garden of Eden and must now live in the harsh world outside.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nhuman; ye, of human, Gods.  So ye shall die perhaps, by putting off  Human, to put on Gods; death to be wished,  Though threatened, which no worse than this can bring.  And what are Gods, that Man may not become  As they, participating God-like food?  The Gods are first, and that advantage use  On our belief, that all from them proceeds:  I question it; for this fair earth I see,  Warmed by the sun, producing every kind;  Them, nothing: if they all things, who enclosed  Knowledge of good and evil in this tree,  That whoso eats thereof, forthwith attains  Wisdom without their leave? and wherein lies  The offence, that Man should thus attain to know?  What can your knowledge hurt him, or this tree  Impart against his will, if all be his?  Or is it envy? and can envy dwell  In heavenly breasts? These, these, and many more  Causes import your need of this fair fruit.  Goddess humane, reach then, and freely taste!  He ended; and his words, replete with guile,  Into her heart too easy entrance won:  Fixed on the fruit she gazed, which to behold  Might tempt alone; and in her ears the sound  Yet rung of his persuasive words, impregned  With reason, to her seeming, and with truth:  Mean while the hour of noon drew on, and waked  An eager appetite, raised by the smell  So savoury of that fruit, which with desire,  Inclinable now grown to touch or taste,  Solicited her longing eye; yet first  Pausing a while, thus to herself she mused.  Great are thy virtues, doubtless, best of fruits,  Though kept from man, and worthy to be admired;  Whose taste, too long forborn, at first assay  Gave elocution to the mute, and taught  The tongue not made for speech to speak thy praise:  Thy praise he also, who forbids thy use,  Conceals not from us, naming thee the tree  Of knowledge, knowledge both of good and evil;  Forbids us then to taste! but his forbidding  Commends thee more, while it infers the good  By thee communicated, and our want:  For good unknown sure is not had; or, had  And yet unknown, is as not had at all.  In plain then, what forbids he but to know,  Forbids us good, forbids us to be wise?  Such prohibitions bind not. But, if death  Bind us with after-bands, what profits then  Our inward freedom? In the day we eat  Of this fair fruit, our doom is, we shall die!  How dies the Serpent? he hath eaten and lives,  And knows, and speaks, and reasons, and discerns,  Irrational till then. For us alone  Was death invented? or to us denied  This intellectual food, for beasts reserved?  For beasts it seems: yet that one beast which first  Hath tasted envies not, but brings with joy  The good befallen him, author unsuspect,  Friendly to man, far from deceit or guile.  What fear I then? rather, what know to fear  Under this ignorance of good and evil,  Of God or death, of law or penalty?  Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine,  Fair to the eye, inviting to the taste,  Of virtue to make wise: What hinders then  To reach, and feed at once both body and mind?  So saying, her rash hand in evil hour  Forth reaching to the fruit, she plucked, she eat!  Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,  Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe,  That all was lost. Back to the thicket slunk  The guilty Serpent; and well might; for Eve,  Intent now wholly on her taste, nought else  Regarded; such delight till then, as seemed,  In fruit she never tasted, whether true  Or fancied so, through expectation high  Of knowledge; not was Godhead from her thought.  Greedily she ingorged without restraint,  And knew not eating death: Satiate at length,  And hightened as with wine, jocund and boon,  Thus to herself she pleasingly began.  O sovran, virtuous, precious of all trees  In Paradise! of operation blest  To sapience, hitherto obscured, infamed.  And thy fair fruit let hang, as to no end  Created; but henceforth my early care,  Not without song, each morning, and due praise,  Shall tend thee, and the fertile burden ease  Of thy full branches"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning, Heaven exists and the empyreal host of Angels live there. The Father Infinite calls a great assembly of the Angels and reveals that he has begotten a Son, who he has anointed and appointed as their head. He swears that all knees in Heaven shall bow to his Son and confess him as Lord. The Angels spend the day in song and dance, and later enjoy a feast of Angels' food and rubied nectar. However, not all of the Angels are pleased with the news of the Son's appointment.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. The existence of Heaven and the empyreal host of Angels is established.\n2. The Father Infinite calls a great assembly of the Angels.\n3. The Father Infinite reveals that he has begotten a Son and anointed him as their head.\n4. The Father Infinite swears that all knees in Heaven shall bow to his Son and confess him as Lord.\n5. The Angels spend the day in song and dance.\n6. The Angels enjoy a feast of Angels' food and rubied nectar.\n7. It \n[/INST]\n\nthoughts  Assured me, and still assure: Though what thou tellest  Hath passed in Heaven, some doubt within me move,  But more desire to hear, if thou consent,  The full relation, which must needs be strange,  Worthy of sacred silence to be heard;  And we have yet large day, for scarce the sun  Hath finished half his journey, and scarce begins  His other half in the great zone of Heaven.  Thus Adam made request; and Raphael,  After short pause assenting, thus began.  High matter thou enjoinest me, O prime of men,  Sad task and hard: For how shall I relate  To human sense the invisible exploits  Of warring Spirits? how, without remorse,  The ruin of so many glorious once  And perfect while they stood? how last unfold  The secrets of another world, perhaps  Not lawful to reveal? yet for thy good  This is dispensed; and what surmounts the reach  Of human sense, I shall delineate so,  By likening spiritual to corporal forms,  As may express them best; though what if Earth  Be but a shadow of Heaven, and things therein  Each to other like, more than on earth is thought?  As yet this world was not, and Chaos wild  Reigned where these Heavens now roll, where Earth now rests  Upon her center poised; when on a day  (For time, though in eternity, applied  To motion, measures all things durable  By present, past, and future,) on such day  As Heaven’s great year brings forth, the empyreal host  Of Angels by imperial summons called,  Innumerable before the Almighty’s throne  Forthwith, from all the ends of Heaven, appeared  Under their Hierarchs in orders bright:  Ten thousand thousand ensigns high advanced,  Standards and gonfalons ’twixt van and rear  Stream in the air, and for distinction serve  Of hierarchies, of orders, and degrees;  Or in their glittering tissues bear imblazed  Holy memorials, acts of zeal and love  Recorded eminent. Thus when in orbs  Of circuit inexpressible they stood,  Orb within orb, the Father Infinite,  By whom in bliss imbosomed sat the Son,  Amidst as from a flaming mount, whose top  Brightness had made invisible, thus spake.  Hear, all ye Angels, progeny of light,  Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers;  Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand.  This day I have begot whom I declare  My only Son, and on this holy hill  Him have anointed, whom ye now behold  At my right hand; your head I him appoint;  And by myself have sworn, to him shall bow  All knees in Heaven, and shall confess him Lord:  Under his great vice-gerent reign abide  United, as one individual soul,  For ever happy: Him who disobeys,  Me disobeys, breaks union, and that day,  Cast out from God and blessed vision, falls  Into utter darkness, deep ingulfed, his place  Ordained without redemption, without end.  So spake the Omnipotent, and with his words  All seemed well pleased; all seemed, but were not all.  That day, as other solemn days, they spent  In song and dance about the sacred hill;  Mystical dance, which yonder starry sphere  Of planets, and of fixed, in all her wheels  Resembles nearest, mazes intricate,  Eccentrick, intervolved, yet regular  Then most, when most irregular they seem;  And in their motions harmony divine  So smooths her charming tones, that God’s own ear  Listens delighted. Evening now approached,  (For we have also our evening and our morn,  We ours for change delectable, not need;)  Forthwith from dance to sweet repast they turn  Desirous; all in circles as they stood,  Tables are set, and on a sudden piled  With Angels food, and rubied nectar flows  In pearl, in diamond, and massy gold,  Fruit of delicious vines, the growth of Heaven.  On flowers reposed, and with fresh flowerets crowned,  They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet  Quaff immortality and joy, secure  Of surfeit, where full measure only bounds  Excess, before the all-bounteous King, who showered  With copious hand, rejoicing in their joy.  Now when ambrosial night with clouds exhaled  From that high mount of God, whence light and"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: Satan speaks to his fellow fallen angels about a plan to create weapons using the materials of Heaven. They admire his idea and begin to gather sulphurous and nitrous foam, minerals, and stones to make \"instruments of mischief\" to use against their enemies. They work through the night and finish before dawn. In the morning, the victorious angels prepare for battle and Zophiel warns them of the approaching enemy, who is training their \"devilish enginery\" to hide their forces. The two sides meet on the battlefield.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nWith what more forcible we may offend  Our yet unwounded enemies, or arm  Ourselves with like defence, to me deserves  No less than for deliverance what we owe.  Whereto with look composed Satan replied.  Not uninvented that, which thou aright  Believest so main to our success, I bring.  Which of us who beholds the bright surface  Of this ethereous mould whereon we stand,  This continent of spacious Heaven, adorned  With plant, fruit, flower ambrosial, gems, and gold;  Whose eye so superficially surveys  These things, as not to mind from whence they grow  Deep under ground, materials dark and crude,  Of spiritous and fiery spume, till touched  With Heaven’s ray, and tempered, they shoot forth  So beauteous, opening to the ambient light?  These in their dark nativity the deep  Shall yield us, pregnant with infernal flame;  Which, into hollow engines, long and round,  Thick rammed, at the other bore with touch of fire  Dilated and infuriate, shall send forth  From far, with thundering noise, among our foes  Such implements of mischief, as shall dash  To pieces, and o’erwhelm whatever stands  Adverse, that they shall fear we have disarmed  The Thunderer of his only dreaded bolt.  Nor long shall be our labour; yet ere dawn,  Effect shall end our wish. Mean while revive;  Abandon fear; to strength and counsel joined  Think nothing hard, much less to be despaired.  He ended, and his words their drooping cheer  Enlightened, and their languished hope revived.  The invention all admired, and each, how he  To be the inventer missed; so easy it seemed  Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought  Impossible: Yet, haply, of thy race  In future days, if malice should abound,  Some one intent on mischief, or inspired  With devilish machination, might devise  Like instrument to plague the sons of men  For sin, on war and mutual slaughter bent.  Forthwith from council to the work they flew;  None arguing stood; innumerable hands  Were ready; in a moment up they turned  Wide the celestial soil, and saw beneath  The originals of nature in their crude  Conception; sulphurous and nitrous foam  They found, they mingled, and, with subtle art,  Concocted and adusted they reduced  To blackest grain, and into store conveyed:  Part hidden veins digged up (nor hath this earth  Entrails unlike) of mineral and stone,  Whereof to found their engines and their balls  Of missive ruin; part incentive reed  Provide, pernicious with one touch to fire.  So all ere day-spring, under conscious night,  Secret they finished, and in order set,  With silent circumspection, unespied.  Now when fair morn orient in Heaven appeared,  Up rose the victor-Angels, and to arms  The matin trumpet sung: In arms they stood  Of golden panoply, refulgent host,  Soon banded; others from the dawning hills  Look round, and scouts each coast light-armed scour,  Each quarter to descry the distant foe,  Where lodged, or whither fled, or if for fight,  In motion or in halt: Him soon they met  Under spread ensigns moving nigh, in slow  But firm battalion; back with speediest sail  Zophiel, of Cherubim the swiftest wing,  Came flying, and in mid air aloud thus cried.  Arm, Warriours, arm for fight; the foe at hand,  Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit  This day; fear not his flight; so thick a cloud  He comes, and settled in his face I see  Sad resolution, and secure: Let each  His adamantine coat gird well, and each  Fit well his helm, gripe fast his orbed shield,  Borne even or high; for this day will pour down,  If I conjecture aught, no drizzling shower,  But rattling storm of arrows barbed with fire.  So warned he them, aware themselves, and soon  In order, quit of all impediment;  Instant without disturb they took alarm,  And onward moved embattled: When behold!  Not distant far with heavy pace the foe  Approaching gross and huge, in hollow cube  Training his devilish enginery, impaled  On every side with shadowing squadrons deep,  To hide the fraud. At interview"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve live in harmony with nature and each other. The chain of events is as follows: \n\n1. Adam reflects on how prayer can reach the ears of God.\n2. He recalls a time when he prayed to appease the offended Deity.\n3. Eve enters the conversation, expressing guilt for her transgression and how she brought death to all.\n4. Adam and Eve plan to work in the field, content with their fallen state.\n5. Nature gives signs of an impending change, with birds and animals behaving unusually.\n6. Adam notices the signs and wonders if Heaven is warning them or showing mercy.\n7. A glorious apparition, the archangel Michael, appears in the garden, and Adam senses its importance.\n8. Adam informs Eve of the heavenly visitor, who may bring great tidings or new laws.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nto concern the mind  Of God high-blest, or to incline his will,  Hard to belief may seem; yet this will prayer  Or one short sigh of human breath, upborne  Even to the seat of God. For since I sought  By prayer the offended Deity to appease;  Kneeled, and before him humbled all my heart;  Methought I saw him placable and mild,  Bending his ear; persuasion in me grew  That I was heard with favour; peace returned  Home to my breast, and to my memory  His promise, that thy seed shall bruise our foe;  Which, then not minded in dismay, yet now  Assures me that the bitterness of death  Is past, and we shall live. Whence hail to thee,  Eve rightly called, mother of all mankind,  Mother of all things living, since by thee  Man is to live; and all things live for Man.  To whom thus Eve with sad demeanour meek.  Ill-worthy I such title should belong  To me transgressour; who, for thee ordained  A help, became thy snare; to me reproach  Rather belongs, distrust, and all dispraise:  But infinite in pardon was my Judge,  That I, who first brought death on all, am graced  The source of life; next favourable thou,  Who highly thus to entitle me vouchsaf’st,  Far other name deserving. But the field  To labour calls us, now with sweat imposed,  Though after sleepless night; for see! the morn,  All unconcerned with our unrest, begins  Her rosy progress smiling: let us forth;  I never from thy side henceforth to stray,  Where’er our day’s work lies, though now enjoined  Laborious, till day droop; while here we dwell,  What can be toilsome in these pleasant walks?  Here let us live, though in fallen state, content.  So spake, so wished much humbled Eve; but Fate  Subscribed not: Nature first gave signs, impressed  On bird, beast, air; air suddenly eclipsed,  After short blush of morn; nigh in her sight  The bird of Jove, stooped from his aery tour,  Two birds of gayest plume before him drove;  Down from a hill the beast that reigns in woods,  First hunter then, pursued a gentle brace,  Goodliest of all the forest, hart and hind;  Direct to the eastern gate was bent their flight.  Adam observed, and with his eye the chase  Pursuing, not unmoved, to Eve thus spake.  O Eve, some further change awaits us nigh,  Which Heaven, by these mute signs in Nature, shows  Forerunners of his purpose; or to warn  Us, haply too secure, of our discharge  From penalty, because from death released  Some days: how long, and what till then our life,  Who knows? or more than this, that we are dust,  And thither must return, and be no more?  Why else this double object in our sight  Of flight pursued in the air, and o’er the ground,  One way the self-same hour? why in the east  Darkness ere day’s mid-course, and morning-light  More orient in yon western cloud, that draws  O’er the blue firmament a radiant white,  And slow descends with something heavenly fraught?  He erred not; for by this the heavenly bands  Down from a sky of jasper lighted now  In Paradise, and on a hill made halt;  A glorious apparition, had not doubt  And carnal fear that day dimmed Adam’s eye.  Not that more glorious, when the Angels met  Jacob in Mahanaim, where he saw  The field pavilioned with his guardians bright;  Nor that, which on the flaming mount appeared  In Dothan, covered with a camp of fire,  Against the Syrian king, who to surprise  One man, assassin-like, had levied war,  War unproclaimed. The princely Hierarch  In their bright stand there left his Powers, to seise  Possession of the garden; he alone,  To find where Adam sheltered, took his way,  Not unperceived of Adam; who to Eve,  While the great visitant approached, thus spake.  Eve, now expect great tidings, which perhaps  Of us will soon determine, or impose  New laws to be observed; for I descry,  From yonder blazing cloud that veils the hill,  One of the heavenly host; and, by his gait,  None of the meanest; some great Potentate  Or of the Thrones above; such majesty  Invests him coming! yet not terrible,  That I should"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning, there is a description of a garden with a fresh water source that rises from the earth and flows into a river. This river then divides into four main streams that run through various countries. The garden is full of lush greenery, fruits, and flowers, some of which are said to be of divine taste. There are also birds, trees that weep fragrant gums and balm, and various landscapes such as lawns, downs, hills, and valleys. A lake is also present, surrounded by a bank with myrtle. The garden is compared to various mythological places, including the Field of Enna, the grove of Daphne by Orontes, the Castalian spring, and the Nyseian isle. The garden is said to be an \"Assyrian garden.\" The focus then shifts to the description of two figures, a man and a woman, who are the first of their kind in the garden. They are described as being noble, tall, and having the image of the divine shining in their looks. The man is described as having a large forehead and sublime eye, with long hair that hangs down to his shoulders. The \n[/INST]\n\ngarden-mould high raised  Upon the rapid current, which, through veins  Of porous earth with kindly thirst up-drawn,  Rose a fresh fountain, and with many a rill  Watered the garden; thence united fell  Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood,  Which from his darksome passage now appears,  And now, divided into four main streams,  Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm  And country, whereof here needs no account;  But rather to tell how, if Art could tell,  How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks,  Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold,  With mazy errour under pendant shades  Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed  Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art  In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon  Poured forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain,  Both where the morning sun first warmly smote  The open field, and where the unpierced shade  Imbrowned the noontide bowers: Thus was this place  A happy rural seat of various view;  Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm,  Others whose fruit, burnished with golden rind,  Hung amiable, Hesperian fables true,  If true, here only, and of delicious taste:  Betwixt them lawns, or level downs, and flocks  Grazing the tender herb, were interposed,  Or palmy hillock; or the flowery lap  Of some irriguous valley spread her store,  Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose:  Another side, umbrageous grots and caves  Of cool recess, o’er which the mantling vine  Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps  Luxuriant; mean while murmuring waters fall  Down the slope hills, dispersed, or in a lake,  That to the fringed bank with myrtle crowned  Her crystal mirrour holds, unite their streams.  The birds their quire apply; airs, vernal airs,  Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune  The trembling leaves, while universal Pan,  Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance,  Led on the eternal Spring. Not that fair field  Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers,  Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis  Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain  To seek her through the world; nor that sweet grove  Of Daphne by Orontes, and the inspired  Castalian spring, might with this Paradise  Of Eden strive; nor that Nyseian isle  Girt with the river Triton, where old Cham,  Whom Gentiles Ammon call and Libyan Jove,  Hid Amalthea, and her florid son  Young Bacchus, from his stepdame Rhea’s eye;  Nor where Abassin kings their issue guard,  Mount Amara, though this by some supposed  True Paradise under the Ethiop line  By Nilus’ head, enclosed with shining rock,  A whole day’s journey high, but wide remote  From this Assyrian garden, where the Fiend  Saw, undelighted, all delight, all kind  Of living creatures, new to sight, and strange  Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall,  Godlike erect, with native honour clad  In naked majesty seemed lords of all:  And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine  The image of their glorious Maker shone,  Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure,  (Severe, but in true filial freedom placed,)  Whence true authority in men; though both  Not equal, as their sex not equal seemed;  For contemplation he and valour formed;  For softness she and sweet attractive grace;  He for God only, she for God in him:  His fair large front and eye sublime declared  Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks  Round from his parted forelock manly hung  Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad:  She, as a veil, down to the slender waist  Her unadorned golden tresses wore  Dishevelled, but in wanton ringlets waved  As the vine curls her tendrils, which implied  Subjection, but required with gentle sway,  And by her yielded, by him best received,  Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,  And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.  Nor those mysterious parts were then concealed;  Then was not guilty shame, dishonest shame  Of nature’s works, honour dishonourable,  Sin-bred, how have ye troubled all mankind  With shows instead, mere shows"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In Hell, a meeting is being held among the fallen angels to discuss the possibility of escaping and finding the \"happy Isle.\" The angels are hesitant to undertake the journey due to the dangers involved. Satan, who has been raised above the others, volunteers to take on the task alone and sets off to seek \"deliverance for us all.\" The other fallen angels express their praise and reverence for Satan's selflessness and bravery.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. A meeting is being held in Hell among the fallen angels to discuss the possibility of escaping and finding the \"happy Isle.\"\n2. The angels are hesitant to undertake the journey due to the dangers involved.\n3. Satan, who has been raised above the others, volunteers to take on the task alone.\n4. Satan sets off to seek \"deliverance for us all.\"\n5. The other fallen angels express their praise and reverence for Satan's selflessness and bravery.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nshall we find  Sufficient? who shall tempt with wandering feet  The dark, unbottomed, infinite Abyss,  And through the palpable obscure find out  His uncouth way, or spread his airy flight,  Upborne with indefatigable wings  Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive  The happy Isle? What strength, what art, can then  Suffice, or what evasion bear him safe,  Through the strict senteries and stations thick  Of Angels watching round? Here he had need  All circumspection: and we now no less  Choice in our suffrage; for on whom we send  The weight of all, and our last hope, relies.”      This said, he sat; and expectation held  His look suspense, awaiting who appeared  To second, or oppose, or undertake  The perilous attempt. But all sat mute,  Pondering the danger with deep thoughts; and each  In other’s countenance read his own dismay,  Astonished. None among the choice and prime  Of those Heaven-warring champions could be found  So hardy as to proffer or accept,  Alone, the dreadful voyage; till, at last,  Satan, whom now transcendent glory raised  Above his fellows, with monarchal pride  Conscious of highest worth, unmoved thus spake:—      “O Progeny of Heaven! Empyreal Thrones!  With reason hath deep silence and demur  Seized us, though undismayed. Long is the way  And hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.  Our prison strong, this huge convex of fire,  Outrageous to devour, immures us round  Ninefold; and gates of burning adamant,  Barred over us, prohibit all egress.  These passed, if any pass, the void profound  Of unessential Night receives him next,  Wide-gaping, and with utter loss of being  Threatens him, plunged in that abortive gulf.  If thence he scape, into whatever world,  Or unknown region, what remains him less  Than unknown dangers, and as hard escape?  But I should ill become this throne, O Peers,  And this imperial sovereignty, adorned  With splendour, armed with power, if aught proposed  And judged of public moment in the shape  Of difficulty or danger, could deter  Me from attempting. Wherefore do I assume  These royalties, and not refuse to reign,  Refusing to accept as great a share  Of hazard as of honour, due alike  To him who reigns, and so much to him due  Of hazard more as he above the rest  High honoured sits? Go, therefore, mighty Powers,  Terror of Heaven, though fallen; intend at home,  While here shall be our home, what best may ease  The present misery, and render Hell  More tolerable; if there be cure or charm  To respite, or deceive, or slack the pain  Of this ill mansion: intermit no watch  Against a wakeful foe, while I abroad  Through all the coasts of dark destruction seek  Deliverance for us all. This enterprise  None shall partake with me.” Thus saying, rose  The Monarch, and prevented all reply;  Prudent lest, from his resolution raised,  Others among the chief might offer now,  Certain to be refused, what erst they feared,  And, so refused, might in opinion stand  His rivals, winning cheap the high repute  Which he through hazard huge must earn. But they  Dreaded not more th’ adventure than his voice  Forbidding; and at once with him they rose.  Their rising all at once was as the sound  Of thunder heard remote. Towards him they bend  With awful reverence prone, and as a God  Extol him equal to the Highest in Heaven.  Nor failed they to express how much they praised  That for the general safety he despised  His own: for neither do the Spirits damned  Lose all their virtue; lest bad men should boast  Their specious deeds on earth, which glory excites,  Or close ambition varnished o’er with zeal.      Thus they their doubtful consultations dark  Ended, rejoicing in their matchless Chief:  As, when from mountain-tops the dusky clouds  Ascending, while the north wind sleeps, o’erspread  Heaven’s cheerful face, the louring element  Scowls o’er the darkened landscape snow or shower,  If chance the radiant sun, with farewell sweet,  Extend his evening beam, the fields revive,  The birds their"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the Garden of Eden, Eve has been talking to the serpent and eats the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge. She then approaches Adam with the fruit and convinces him to also eat it.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Eve has been talking to the serpent and eats the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge.\n2. Eve approaches Adam with the fruit and convinces him to also eat it.\n3. Adam, amazed and astonished, stands blankly as horrour runs through his veins and his joints relax.\n4. The garland wreathed for Eve, made of choicest flowers, drops from Adam's slack hand and all the faded roses shed.</s> \n[/INST]\n\noffered free to all;  Till, dieted by thee, I grow mature  In knowledge, as the Gods, who all things know;  Though others envy what they cannot give:  For, had the gift been theirs, it had not here  Thus grown. Experience, next, to thee I owe,  Best guide; not following thee, I had remained  In ignorance; thou openest wisdom’s way,  And givest access, though secret she retire.  And I perhaps am secret: Heaven is high,  High, and remote to see from thence distinct  Each thing on Earth; and other care perhaps  May have diverted from continual watch  Our great Forbidder, safe with all his spies  About him. But to Adam in what sort  Shall I appear? shall I to him make known  As yet my change, and give him to partake  Full happiness with me, or rather not,  But keeps the odds of knowledge in my power  Without copartner? so to add what wants  In female sex, the more to draw his love,  And render me more equal; and perhaps,  A thing not undesirable, sometime  Superiour; for, inferiour, who is free  This may be well: But what if God have seen,  And death ensue? then I shall be no more!  And Adam, wedded to another Eve,  Shall live with her enjoying, I extinct;  A death to think! Confirmed then I resolve,  Adam shall share with me in bliss or woe:  So dear I love him, that with him all deaths  I could endure, without him live no life.  So saying, from the tree her step she turned;  But first low reverence done, as to the Power  That dwelt within, whose presence had infused  Into the plant sciential sap, derived  From nectar, drink of Gods. Adam the while,  Waiting desirous her return, had wove  Of choicest flowers a garland, to adorn  Her tresses, and her rural labours crown;  As reapers oft are wont their harvest-queen.  Great joy he promised to his thoughts, and new  Solace in her return, so long delayed:  Yet oft his heart, divine of something ill,  Misgave him; he the faltering measure felt;  And forth to meet her went, the way she took  That morn when first they parted: by the tree  Of knowledge he must pass; there he her met,  Scarce from the tree returning; in her hand  A bough of fairest fruit, that downy smiled,  New gathered, and ambrosial smell diffused.  To him she hasted; in her face excuse  Came prologue, and apology too prompt;  Which, with bland words at will, she thus addressed.  Hast thou not wondered, Adam, at my stay?  Thee I have missed, and thought it long, deprived  Thy presence; agony of love till now  Not felt, nor shall be twice; for never more  Mean I to try, what rash untried I sought,  The pain of absence from thy sight. But strange  Hath been the cause, and wonderful to hear:  This tree is not, as we are told, a tree  Of danger tasted, nor to evil unknown  Opening the way, but of divine effect  To open eyes, and make them Gods who taste;  And hath been tasted such: The serpent wise,  Or not restrained as we, or not obeying,  Hath eaten of the fruit; and is become,  Not dead, as we are threatened, but thenceforth  Endued with human voice and human sense,  Reasoning to admiration; and with me  Persuasively hath so prevailed, that I  Have also tasted, and have also found  The effects to correspond; opener mine eyes,  Dim erst, dilated spirits, ampler heart,  And growing up to Godhead; which for thee  Chiefly I sought, without thee can despise.  For bliss, as thou hast part, to me is bliss;  Tedious, unshared with thee, and odious soon.  Thou therefore also taste, that equal lot  May join us, equal joy, as equal love;  Lest, thou not tasting, different degree  Disjoin us, and I then too late renounce  Deity for thee, when Fate will not permit.  Thus Eve with countenance blithe her story told;  But in her cheek distemper flushing glowed.  On the other side Adam, soon as he heard  The fatal trespass done by Eve, amazed,  Astonied stood and blank, while horrour chill  Ran through his veins, and all his joints relaxed;  From his slack hand the garland wreathed for Eve  Down dropt, and all the faded roses shed:"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve have just eaten the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. As a result, they have become aware of their nakedness and have sewn fig leaves together to cover themselves. They are now hiding from God among the trees.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. God sends various winds (Notus, Afer, Levant, Ponent, Eurus, Zephyr, Sirocco, and Libecchio) to blow through the Garden, causing a great disturbance.\n2. Discord, the daughter of Sin, is introduced and causes death to enter the world through fierce antipathy.\n3. Animals, birds, and fish begin to fight with one another and abandon their usual habits of grazing and swimming.\n4. Even the plants and trees seem to be affected by the discord, as Adam notes that they are \"already in part, though hid in gloomiest shade, / To sorrow abandoned, but worse felt within.\"\n5. Adam, feeling overwhelmed by the misery he sees around him, cries out in despair \n[/INST]\n\nsouth  Notus, and Afer black with thunderous clouds  From Serraliona; thwart of these, as fierce,  Forth rush the Levant and the Ponent winds,  Eurus and Zephyr, with their lateral noise,  Sirocco and Libecchio. Thus began  Outrage from lifeless things; but Discord first,  Daughter of Sin, among the irrational  Death introduced, through fierce antipathy:  Beast now with beast ’gan war, and fowl with fowl,  And fish with fish; to graze the herb all leaving,  Devoured each other; nor stood much in awe  Of Man, but fled him; or, with countenance grim,  Glared on him passing. These were from without  The growing miseries, which Adam saw  Already in part, though hid in gloomiest shade,  To sorrow abandoned, but worse felt within;  And, in a troubled sea of passion tost,  Thus to disburden sought with sad complaint.  O miserable of happy! Is this the end  Of this new glorious world, and me so late  The glory of that glory, who now become  Accursed, of blessed? hide me from the face  Of God, whom to behold was then my highth  Of happiness!—Yet well, if here would end  The misery; I deserved it, and would bear  My own deservings; but this will not serve:  All that I eat or drink, or shall beget,  Is propagated curse. O voice, once heard  Delightfully, Encrease and multiply;  Now death to hear! for what can I encrease,  Or multiply, but curses on my head?  Who of all ages to succeed, but, feeling  The evil on him brought by me, will curse  My head? Ill fare our ancestor impure,  For this we may thank Adam! but his thanks  Shall be the execration: so, besides  Mine own that bide upon me, all from me  Shall with a fierce reflux on me rebound;  On me, as on their natural center, light  Heavy, though in their place. O fleeting joys  Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!  Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay  To mould me Man? did I solicit thee  From darkness to promote me, or here place  In this delicious garden? As my will  Concurred not to my being, it were but right  And equal to reduce me to my dust;  Desirous to resign and render back  All I received; unable to perform  Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold  The good I sought not. To the loss of that,  Sufficient penalty, why hast thou added  The sense of endless woes? Inexplicable  Thy justice seems; yet to say truth, too late  I thus contest; then should have been refused  Those terms whatever, when they were proposed:  Thou didst accept them; wilt thou enjoy the good,  Then cavil the conditions? And, though God  Made thee without thy leave, what if thy son  Prove disobedient, and reproved, retort,  “Wherefore didst thou beget me? I sought it not!”  Wouldst thou admit for his contempt of thee  That proud excuse? yet him not thy election,  But natural necessity begot.  God made thee of choice his own, and of his own  To serve him; thy reward was of his grace;  Thy punishment then, justly is at his will.  Be it so, for I submit; his doom is fair,  That dust I am, and shall to dust return.  O welcome hour whenever! Why delays  His hand to execute what his decree  Fixed on this day? Why do I overlive,  Why am I mocked with death, and lengthened out  To deathless pain? How gladly would I meet  Mortality my sentence, and be earth  Insensible! How glad would lay me down  As in my mother’s lap! There I should rest,  And sleep secure; his dreadful voice no more  Would thunder in my ears; no fear of worse  To me, and to my offspring, would torment me  With cruel expectation. Yet one doubt  Pursues me still, lest all I cannot die;  Lest that pure breath of life, the spirit of Man  Which God inspired, cannot together perish  With this corporeal clod; then, in the grave,  Or in some other dismal place, who knows  But I shall die a living death? O thought  Horrid, if true! Yet why? It was but breath  Of life that sinned; what dies but what had life  And sin? The body properly had neither,  All of me then shall die: let this appease  The doubt, since human reach no further knows."
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the realm of Heaven, two groups of angels, one led by Michael and the other by Satan, prepare to fight each other. The angels are described as being incredibly powerful, with strength and speed beyond that of humans. They wield fiery swords and move with grace and agility. The battle is about to commence, and the air is filled with tension and anticipation.\n\nThe chain of events is as follows:\n\n1. Michael and Satan address each other, ready to fight.\n2. The angels on both sides move away from the center of the battlefield, leaving a large, open space.\n3. Michael and Satan clash, their swords meeting with a loud clang.\n4. Michael's sword, which was tempered by God, cuts through Satan's sword and deeply wounds him.\n5. Satan writhes in pain and is taken away by other angels to receive medical attention.\n6. Meanwhile, other angels engage in battle, with Gabriel fighting Moloch, and Uriel and Raphael defeating Adramelech and Asmadai.\n7. Abdiel, who had previously sided with Sat \n[/INST]\n\nThou canst not. Hast thou turned the least of these  To flight, or if to fall, but that they rise  Unvanquished, easier to transact with me  That thou shouldst hope, imperious, and with threats  To chase me hence? err not, that so shall end  The strife which thou callest evil, but we style  The strife of glory; which we mean to win,  Or turn this Heaven itself into the Hell  Thou fablest; here however to dwell free,  If not to reign: Mean while thy utmost force,  And join him named Almighty to thy aid,  I fly not, but have sought thee far and nigh.  They ended parle, and both addressed for fight  Unspeakable; for who, though with the tongue  Of Angels, can relate, or to what things  Liken on earth conspicuous, that may lift  Human imagination to such highth  Of Godlike power? for likest Gods they seemed,  Stood they or moved, in stature, motion, arms,  Fit to decide the empire of great Heaven.  Now waved their fiery swords, and in the air  Made horrid circles; two broad suns their shields  Blazed opposite, while Expectation stood  In horrour: From each hand with speed retired,  Where erst was thickest fight, the angelick throng,  And left large field, unsafe within the wind  Of such commotion; such as, to set forth  Great things by small, if, nature’s concord broke,  Among the constellations war were sprung,  Two planets, rushing from aspect malign  Of fiercest opposition, in mid sky  Should combat, and their jarring spheres confound.  Together both with next to almighty arm  Up-lifted imminent, one stroke they aimed  That might determine, and not need repeat,  As not of power at once; nor odds appeared  In might or swift prevention: But the sword  Of Michael from the armoury of God  Was given him tempered so, that neither keen  Nor solid might resist that edge: it met  The sword of Satan, with steep force to smite  Descending, and in half cut sheer; nor staid,  But with swift wheel reverse, deep entering, shared  All his right side: Then Satan first knew pain,  And writhed him to and fro convolved; so sore  The griding sword with discontinuous wound  Passed through him: But the ethereal substance closed,  Not long divisible; and from the gash  A stream of necturous humour issuing flowed  Sanguine, such as celestial Spirits may bleed,  And all his armour stained, ere while so bright.  Forthwith on all sides to his aid was run  By Angels many and strong, who interposed  Defence, while others bore him on their shields  Back to his chariot, where it stood retired  From off the files of war: There they him laid  Gnashing for anguish, and despite, and shame,  To find himself not matchless, and his pride  Humbled by such rebuke, so far beneath  His confidence to equal God in power.  Yet soon he healed; for Spirits that live throughout  Vital in every part, not as frail man  In entrails, heart of head, liver or reins,  Cannot but by annihilating die;  Nor in their liquid texture mortal wound  Receive, no more than can the fluid air:  All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear,  All intellect, all sense; and, as they please,  They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size  Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.  Mean while in other parts like deeds deserved  Memorial, where the might of Gabriel fought,  And with fierce ensigns pierced the deep array  Of Moloch, furious king; who him defied,  And at his chariot-wheels to drag him bound  Threatened, nor from the Holy One of Heaven  Refrained his tongue blasphemous; but anon  Down cloven to the waist, with shattered arms  And uncouth pain fled bellowing. On each wing  Uriel, and Raphael, his vaunting foe,  Though huge, and in a rock of diamond armed,  Vanquished Adramelech, and Asmadai,  Two potent Thrones, that to be less than Gods  Disdained, but meaner thoughts learned in their flight,  Mangled with ghastly wounds through plate and mail.  Nor stood unmindful Abdiel to annoy  The atheist crew, but with redoubled blow  Ariel, and Arioch, and the violence  Of Ramiel"
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