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    BOOK 1
    THE ARGUMENT
    This first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole Subject, Mans disobedience, and the loss thereupon of Paradise wherein he was plac't: Then touches the prime cause of his fall, the Serpent, or rather Satan in the Serpent; who revolting from God, and drawing to his side many Legions of Angels, was by the command of God driven out of Heaven with all his Crew into the great Deep. Which action past over, the Poem hasts into the midst of things, presenting Satan with his Angels now fallen into Hell, describ'd here, not in the Center (for Heaven and Earth may be suppos'd as yet not made, certainly not yet accurst) but in a place of utter darkness, fitliest call'd Chaos: Here Satan with his Angels lying on the burning Lake, thunder-struck and astonisht, after a certain space recovers, as from confusion, calls up him who next in Order and Dignity lay by him; they confer of thir miserable fall. Satan awakens all his Legions, who lay till then in the same manner confounded; They rise, thir Numbers, array of Battel, thir chief Leaders nam'd, according to the Idols known afterwards in Canaan and the Countries adjoyning. To these Satan directs his Speech, comforts them with hope yet of regaining Heaven, but tells them lastly of a new World and new kind of Creature to be created, according to an ancient Prophesie or report in Heaven; for that Angels were long before this visible Creation, was the opinion of many ancient Fathers. To find out the truth of this Prophesie, and what to determin thereon he refers to a full Councel. What his Associates thence attempt. Pandemonium the Palace of Satan rises, suddenly built out of the Deep: The infernal Peers there sit in Councel.

    OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
    Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast
    Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
    With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
    Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, [ 5 ]
    Sing Heav'nly 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 Heav'ns and Earth
    Rose out of Chaos: Or if Sion Hill [ 10 ]
    Delight thee more, and Siloa's Brook that flow'd
    Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence
    Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,
    That with no middle flight intends to soar
    Above th' Aonian Mount, while it pursues [ 15 ]
    Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.
    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 [ 20 ]
    Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss
    And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark
    Illumin, what is low raise and support;
    That to the highth of this great Argument
    I may assert Eternal Providence, [ 25 ]
    And justifie the wayes of God to men.

    Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view
    Nor the deep Tract of Hell, say first what cause
    Mov'd our Grand Parents in that happy State,
    Favour'd of Heav'n so highly, to fall off [ 30 ]
    From thir Creator, and transgress his Will
    For one restraint, Lords of the World besides?
    Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt?
    Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
    Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd [ 35 ]
    The Mother of Mankind, what time his Pride
    Had cast him out from Heav'n, with all his Host
    Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring
    To set himself in Glory above his Peers,
    He trusted to have equal'd the most High, [ 40 ]
    If he oppos'd; and with ambitious aim
    Against the Throne and Monarchy of God
    Rais'd impious War in Heav'n and Battel proud
    With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
    Hurld headlong flaming from th' Ethereal Skie [ 45 ]
    With hideous ruine and combustion down
    To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
    In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
    Who durst defie th' Omnipotent to Arms.
    Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night [ 50 ]
    To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
    Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe
    Confounded though immortal: But his doom
    Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
    Both of lost happiness and lasting pain [ 55 ]
    Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes
    That witness'd huge affliction and dismay
    Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate:
    At once as far as Angels kenn he views
    The dismal Situation waste and wilde, [ 60 ]
    A ****eon horrible, on all sides round
    As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames
    No light, but rather darkness visible
    Serv'd onely to discover sights of woe,
    Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace [ 65 ]
    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 unconsum'd:
    Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd [ 70 ]
    For those rebellious, here thir Prison ordain'd
    In utter darkness, and thir portion set
    As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n
    As from the Center thrice to th' utmost Pole.
    O how unlike the place from whence they fell! [ 75 ]
    There the companions of his fall, o'rewhelm'd
    With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
    He soon discerns, and weltring by his side
    One next himself in power, and next in crime,
    Long after known in Palestine, and nam'd [ 80 ]
    Beelzebub. To whom th' Arch-Enemy,
    And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words
    Breaking the horrid silence thus began.

    If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd
    From him, who in the happy Realms of Light [ 85 ]
    Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst out-shine
    Myriads though bright: If he Whom mutual league,
    United thoughts and counsels, equal hope
    And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
    Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd [ 90 ]
    In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
    From what highth fall'n, so much the stronger prov'd
    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 [ 95 ]
    Can else inflict, do I repent or change,
    Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind
    And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit,
    That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,
    And to the fierce contention brought along [ 100 ]
    Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd
    That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
    His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd
    In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,
    And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? [ 105 ]
    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 [ 110 ]
    Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
    With suppliant knee, and deifie his power,
    Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
    Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
    That were an ignominy and shame beneath [ 115 ]
    This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
    And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
    Since through experience of this great event
    In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
    We may with more successful hope resolve [ 120 ]
    To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
    Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
    Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
    Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.

    So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain, [ 125 ]
    Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
    And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.

    O Prince, O Chief of many Throned Powers,
    That led th' imbattelld Seraphim to Warr
    Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds [ 130 ]
    Fearless, endanger'd Heav'ns perpetual King;
    And put to proof his high Supremacy,
    Whether upheld by strength, or Chance, or Fate,
    Too well I see and rue the dire event,
    That with sad overthrow and foul defeat [ 135 ]
    Hath lost us Heav'n, and all this mighty Host
    In horrible destruction laid thus low,
    As far as Gods and Heav'nly Essences
    Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains
    Invincible, and vigour soon returns, [ 140 ]
    Though all our Glory extinct, and happy state
    Here swallow'd up in endless misery.
    But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now
    Of force believe Almighty, since no less
    Then such could hav orepow'rd such force as ours) [ 145 ]
    Have left us this our spirit and strength intire
    Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
    That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
    Or do him mightier service as his thralls
    By right of Warr, what e're his business be [ 150 ]
    Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire,
    Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep;
    What can it then avail though yet we feel
    Strength undiminisht, or eternal being
    To undergo eternal punishment? [ 155 ]
    Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-fiend reply'd.

    Fall'n Cherube, to be weak is miserable
    Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure,
    To do ought good never will be our task,
    But ever to do ill our sole delight, [ 160 ]
    As being the contrary to his high will
    Whom we resist. If then his Providence
    Out of our evil seek to bring forth good,
    Our labour must be to pervert that end,
    And out of good still to find means of evil; [ 165 ]
    Which oft times may succeed, so as perhaps
    Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
    His inmost counsels from thir destind aim.
    But see the angry Victor hath recall'd
    His Ministers of vengeance and pursuit [ 170 ]
    Back to the Gates of Heav'n: The Sulphurous Hail
    Shot after us in storm, oreblown hath laid
    The fiery Surge, that from the Precipice
    Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling, and the Thunder,
    Wing'd with red Lightning and impetuous rage, [ 175 ]
    Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now
    To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep.
    Let us not slip th' occasion, whether scorn,
    Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.
    Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and wilde, [ 180 ]
    The seat of desolation, voyd of light,
    Save what the glimmering of these livid flames
    Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend
    From off the tossing of these fiery waves,
    There rest, if any rest can harbour there, [ 185 ]
    And reassembling our afflicted Powers,
    Consult how we may henceforth most offend
    Our Enemy, our own loss how repair,
    How overcome this dire Calamity,
    What reinforcement we may gain from Hope, [ 190 ]
    If not what resolution from despare.

    Thus Satan talking to his neerest Mate
    With Head up-lift above the wave, and Eyes
    That sparkling blaz'd, his other Parts besides
    Prone on the Flood, extended long and large [ 195 ]
    Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge
    As whom the Fables name of monstrous size,
    Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove,
    Briareos or Typhon, whom the Den
    By ancient Tarsus held, or that Sea-beast [ 200 ]
    Leviathan, which God of all his works
    Created hugest that swim th' Ocean stream:
    Him haply slumbring on the Norway foam
    The Pilot of some small night-founder'd Skiff,
    Deeming some Island, oft, as Sea-men tell, [ 205 ]
    With fixed Anchor in his skaly rind
    Moors by his side under the Lee, while Night
    Invests the Sea, and wished Morn delayes:
    So stretcht out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay
    Chain'd on the burning Lake, nor ever thence [ 210 ]
    Had ris'n or heav'd 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 ****ation, while he sought [ 215 ]
    Evil to others, and enrag'd might see
    How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth
    Infinite goodness, grace and mercy shewn
    On Man by him seduc't, but on himself
    Treble confusion, wrath and vengeance pour'd. [ 220 ]
    Forthwith upright he rears from off the Pool
    His mighty Stature; on each hand the flames
    Drivn backward slope thir pointing spires, and rowld
    In billows, leave i'th' midst a horrid Vale.
    Then with expanded wings he stears his flight [ 225 ]
    Aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air
    That felt unusual weight, till on dry Land
    He lights, if it were Land that ever burn'd
    With solid, as the Lake with liquid fire;
    And such appear'd in hue, as when the force [ 230 ]
    Of subterranean wind transports a Hill
    Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side
    Of thundring Ætna, whose combustible
    And fewel'd entrals thence conceiving Fire,
    Sublim'd with Mineral fury, aid the Winds, [ 235 ]
    And leave a singed bottom all involv'd
    With stench and smoak: Such resting found the sole
    Of unblest feet. Him followed his next Mate,
    Both glorying to have scap't the Stygian flood
    As Gods, and by thir own recover'd strength, [ 240 ]
    Not by the sufferance of supernal Power.

    Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
    Said then the lost Arch-Angel, this the seat
    That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom
    For that celestial light? Be it so, since he [ 245 ]
    Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid
    What shall be right: fardest from him is best
    Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream
    Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields
    Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail [ 250 ]
    Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
    Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
    A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
    The mind is its own place, and in it self
    Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. [ 255 ]
    What matter where, if I be still the same,
    And what I should be, all but less then 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: [ 260 ]
    Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
    To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
    Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.
    But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
    Th' associates and copartners of our loss [ 265 ]
    Lye thus astonisht 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
    Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell? [ 270 ]

    So Satan spake, and him Beelzebub
    Thus answer'd. Leader of those Armies bright,
    Which but th' Onmipotent none could have foyld,
    If once they hear that voyce, thir liveliest pledge
    Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft [ 275 ]
    In worst extreams, and on the perilous edge
    Of battel when it rag'd, in all assaults
    Thir surest signal, they will soon resume
    New courage and revive, though now they lye
    Groveling and prostrate on yon Lake of Fire, [ 280 ]
    As we erewhile, astounded and amaz'd,
    No wonder, fall'n such a pernicious highth.

    He scarce had ceas't when the superiour Fiend
    Was moving toward the shoar; his ponderous shield
    Ethereal temper, massy, large and round, [ 285 ]
    Behind him cast; the broad circumference
    Hung on his shoulders like the Moon, whose Orb
    Through Optic Glass the Tuscan Artist views
    At Ev'ning from the top of Fesole,
    Or in Valdarno, to descry new Lands, [ 290 ]
    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, were but a wand,
    He walkt with to support uneasie steps [ 295 ]
    Over the burning Marle, not like those steps
    On Heavens Azure, and the torrid Clime
    Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with Fire;
    Nathless he so endur'd, till on the Beach
    Of that inflamed Sea, he stood and call'd [ 300 ]
    His Legions, Angel Forms, who lay intrans't
    Thick as Autumnal Leaves that strow the Brooks
    In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades
    High overarch't imbowr; or scatterd sedge
    Afloat, when with fierce Winds Orion arm'd [ 305 ]
    Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose waves orethrew
    Busiris and his Memphian Chivalry,
    While with perfidious hatred they pursu'd
    The Sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
    From the safe shore thir floating Carkases [ 310 ]
    And broken Chariot Wheels, so thick bestrown
    Abject and lost lay these, covering the Flood,
    Under amazement of thir hideous change.
    He call'd so loud, that all the hollow Deep
    Of Hell resounded. Princes, Potentates, [ 315 ]
    Warriers, the Flowr of Heav'n, once yours, now lost,
    If such astonishment as this can sieze
    Eternal spirits; or have ye chos'n this place
    After the toyl of Battel to repose
    Your wearied vertue, for the ease you find [ 320 ]
    To slumber here, as in the Vales of Heav'n?
    Or in this abject posture have ye sworn
    To adore the Conquerour? who now beholds
    Cherube and Seraph rowling in the Flood
    With scatter'd Arms and Ensigns, till anon [ 325 ]
    His swift pursuers from Heav'n Gates discern
    Th' advantage, and descending tread us down
    Thus drooping, or with linked Thunderbolts
    Transfix us to the bottom of this Gulfe.
    Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n. [ 330 ]

    They heard, and were abasht, 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 perceave the evil plight [ 335 ]
    In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;
    Yet to thir Generals Voyce they soon obeyd
    Innumerable. As when the potent Rod
    Of Amrams Son in Egypts evill day
    Wav'd round the Coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud [ 340 ]
    Of Locusts, warping on the Eastern Wind,
    That ore the Realm of impious Pharaoh hung
    Like Night, and darken'd all the Land of Nile:
    So numberless were those bad Angels seen
    Hovering on wing under the Cope of Hell [ 345 ]
    'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding Fires;
    Till, as a signal giv'n, th' uplifted Spear
    Of thir great Sultan waving to direct
    Thir course, in even ballance down they light
    On the firm brimstone, and fill all the Plain; [ 350 ]
    A multitude, like which the populous North
    Pour'd never from her frozen loyns, to pass
    Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous Sons
    Came like a Deluge on the South, and spread
    Beneath Gibralter to the Lybian sands. [ 355 ]
    Forthwith from every Squadron and each Band
    The Heads and Leaders thither hast where stood
    Thir great Commander; Godlike shapes and forms
    Excelling human, Princely Dignities,
    And Powers that earst in Heaven sat on Thrones; [ 360 ]
    Though of thir Names in heav'nly Records now
    Be no memorial blotted out and ras'd
    By thir Rebellion, from the Books of Life.
    Nor had they yet among the Sons of Eve
    Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth, [ 365 ]
    Through Gods high sufferance for the tryal of man,
    By falsities and lyes the greatest part
    Of Mankind they corrupted to forsake
    God thir Creator, and th' invisible
    Glory of him that made them, to transform [ 370 ]
    Oft to the Image of a Brute, adorn'd
    With *** 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. [ 375 ]
    Say, Muse, thir Names then known, who first, who last,
    Rous'd from the slumber, on that fiery Couch,
    At thir great Emperors call, as next in worth
    Came singly where he stood on the bare strand,
    While the promiscuous croud stood yet aloof? [ 380 ]
    The chief were those who from the Pit of Hell
    Roaming to seek thir prey on earth, durst fix
    Thir Seats long after next the Seat of God,
    Thir Altars by his Altar, Gods ador'd
    Among the Nations round, and durst abide [ 385 ]
    Jehovah thundring out of Sion, thron'd
    Between the Cherubim; yea, often plac'd
    Within his Sanctuary it self thir Shrines,
    Abominations; and with cursed things
    His holy Rites, and solemn Feasts profan'd, [ 390 ]
    And with thir darkness durst affront his light.
    First Moloch, horrid King besmear'd with blood
    Of human sacrifice, and parents tears,
    Though for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud
    Thir childrens cries unheard, that past through fire [ 395 ]
    To his grim Idol. Him the Ammonite
    Worshipt in Rabba and her watry Plain,
    In Argob and in Basan, to the stream
    Of utmost Arnon. Nor content with such
    Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart [ 400 ]
    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 Vally of Hinnom, Tophet thence
    And black Gehenna call'd, the Type of Hell. [ 405 ]
    Next Chemos, th' obscene dread of Moabs Sons,
    From Aroar to Nebo, and the wild
    Of Southmost Abarim; in Hesebon
    And Horonaim, Seons Realm, beyond
    The flowry Dale of Sibma clad with Vines, [ 410 ]
    And Eleale to th' Asphaltick Pool.
    Peor his other Name, when he entic'd
    Israel in Sittim on thir march from Nile
    To do him wanton rites, which cost them woe.
    Yet thence his lustful Orgies he enlarg'd [ 415 ]
    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 bordring flood
    Of old Euphrates to the Brook that parts [ 420 ]
    Egypt from Syrian ground, had general Names
    Of Baalim and Ashtaroth, those male,
    These Feminine. For Spirits when they please
    Can either *** assume, or both; so soft
    And uncompounded is thir Essence pure, [ 425 ]
    Not ti'd or manacl'd with joynt or limb,
    Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones,
    Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose
    Dilated or condens't, bright or obscure,
    Can execute thir aerie purposes, [ 430 ]
    And works of love or enmity fulfill.
    For those the Race of Israel oft forsook
    Thir living strength, and unfrequented left
    His righteous Altar, bowing lowly down
    To bestial Gods; for which thir heads as low [ 435 ]
    Bow'd down in Battel, sunk before the Spear
    Of despicable foes. With these in troop
    Came Astoreth, whom the Phoenicians call'd
    Astarte, Queen of Heav'n, with crescent Horns;
    To whose bright Image nightly by the Moon [ 440 ]
    Sidonian Virgins paid thir 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,
    Beguil'd by fair Idolatresses, fell [ 445 ]
    To Idols foul. Thammuz came next behind,
    Whose annual wound in Lebanon allur'd
    The Syrian Damsels to lament his fate
    In amorous dittyes all a Summers day,
    While smooth Adonis from his native Rock [ 450 ]
    Ran purple to the Sea, suppos'd with blood
    Of Thammuz yearly wounded: the Love-tale
    Infected Sions daughters with like heat,
    Whose wanton passions in the sacred Porch
    Ezekiel saw, when by the Vision led [ 455 ]
    His eye survay'd the dark Idolatries
    Of alienated Judah. Next came one
    Who mourn'd in earnest, when the Captive Ark
    Maim'd his brute Image, head and hands lopt off
    In his own Temple, on the grunsel edge, [ 460 ]
    Where he fell flat, and sham'd his Worshipers:
    Dagon his Name, Sea Monster, upward Man
    And downward Fish: yet had his Temple high
    Rear'd in Azotus, dreaded through the Coast
    Of Palestine, in Gath and Ascalon [ 465 ]
    And Accaron and Gaza's frontier bounds.
    Him follow'd Rimmon, whose delightful Seat
    Was fair Damascus, on the fertil Banks
    Of Abbana and Pharphar, lucid streams.
    He also against the house of God was bold: [ 470 ]
    A Leper once he lost and gain'd a King,
    Ahaz his sottish Conquerour, whom he drew
    Gods Altar to disparage and displace
    For one of Syrian mode, whereon to burn
    His odious off'rings, and adore the Gods [ 475 ]
    Whom he had vanquisht. After these appear'd
    A crew who under Names of old Renown,
    Osiris, Isis, Orus and their Train
    With monstrous shapes and sorceries abus'd
    Fanatic Egypt and her Priests, to seek [ 480 ]
    Thir wandring Gods disguis'd in brutish forms
    Rather then human. Nor did Israel scape
    Th' infection when thir borrow'd Gold compos'd
    The Calf in Oreb: and the Rebel King
    Doubl'd that sin in Bethel and in Dan, [ 485 ]
    Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox,
    Jehovah, who in one Night when he pass'd
    From Egypt marching, equal'd with one stroke
    Both her first born and all her bleating Gods.
    Belial came last, then whom a Spirit more lewd [ 490 ]
    Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love
    Vice for it self: To him no Temple stood
    Or Altar smoak'd; yet who more oft then hee
    In Temples and at Altars, when the Priest
    Turns Atheist, as did Ely's Sons, who fill'd [ 495 ]
    With lust and violence the house of God.
    In Courts and Palaces he also Reigns
    And in luxurious Cities, where the noyse
    Of riot ascends above thir loftiest Towrs,
    And injury and outrage: And when Night [ 500 ]
    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
    Expos'd a Matron to avoid worse rape. [ 505 ]
    These were the prime in order and in might;
    The rest were long to tell, though far renown'd,
    Th' Ionian Gods, of Javans Issue held
    Gods, yet confest later then Heav'n and Earth
    Thir boasted Parents; Titan Heav'ns first born [ 510 ]
    With his enormous brood, and birthright seis'd
    By younger Saturn, he from mightier Jove
    His own and Rhea's Son like measure found;
    So Jove usurping reign'd: these first in Creet
    And Ida known, thence on the Snowy top [ 515 ]
    Of cold Olympus rul'd the middle Air
    Thir highest Heav'n; 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, [ 520 ]
    And ore the Celtic roam'd the utmost Isles.
    All these and more came flocking; but with looks
    Down cast and damp, yet such wherein appear'd
    Obscure some glimps of joy, to have found thir chief
    Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost [ 525 ]
    In loss it self; which on his count'nance cast
    Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride
    Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore
    Semblance of worth, not substance, gently rais'd
    Thir fainting courage, and dispel'd thir fears. [ 530 ]
    Then strait commands that at the warlike sound
    Of Trumpets loud and Clarions be upreard
    His mighty Standard; that proud honour claim'd
    Azazel as his right, a Cherube tall:
    Who forthwith from the glittering Staff unfurld [ 535 ]
    Th' Imperial Ensign, which full high advanc't
    Shon like a Meteor streaming to the Wind
    With Gemms and Golden lustre rich imblaz'd,
    Seraphic arms and Trophies: all the while
    Sonorous mettal blowing Martial sounds: [ 540 ]
    At which the universal Host upsent
    A shout that tore Hells 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 [ 545 ]
    With Orient Colours waving: with them rose
    A Forest huge of Spears: and thronging Helms
    Appear'd, and serried shields in thick array
    Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move
    In perfect Phalanx to the Dorian mood [ 550 ]
    Of Flutes and soft Recorders; such as rais'd
    To hight of noblest temper Hero's old
    Arming to Battel, and in stead of rage
    Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd
    With dread of death to flight or foul retreat, [ 555 ]
    Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage
    With solemn touches, troubl'd 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 [ 560 ]
    Mov'd on in silence to soft Pipes that charm'd
    Thir painful steps o're the burnt soyle; and now
    Advanc't in view, they stand, a horrid Front
    Of dreadful length and dazling Arms, in guise
    Of Warriers old with order'd Spear and Shield, [ 565 ]
    Awaiting what command thir mighty Chief
    Had to impose: He through the armed Files
    Darts his experienc't eye, and soon traverse
    The whole Battalion views, thir order due,
    Thir visages and stature as of Gods, [ 570 ]
    Thir number last he summs. And now his heart
    Distends with pride, and hardning in his strength
    Glories: For never since created man,
    Met such imbodied force, as nam'd with these
    Could merit more then that small infantry [ 575 ]
    Warr'd on by Cranes: though all the Giant brood
    Of Phlegra with th' Heroic Race were joyn'd
    That fought at Theb's and Ilium, on each side
    Mixt with auxiliar Gods; and what resounds
    In Fable or Romance of Uthers Son [ 580 ]
    Begirt with British and Armoric Knights;
    And all who since, Baptiz'd or Infidel
    Jousted in Aspramont or Montalban,
    Damasco, or Marocco, or Trebisond,
    Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore [ 585 ]
    When Charlemain with all his Peerage fell
    By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond
    Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd
    Thir dread commander: he above the rest
    In shape and gesture proudly eminent [ 590 ]
    Stood like a Towr; his form had yet not lost
    All her Original brightness, nor appear'd
    Less then Arch Angel ruind, and th' excess
    Of Glory obscur'd: As when the Sun new ris'n
    Looks through the Horizontal misty Air [ 595 ]
    Shorn of his Beams, or from behind the Moon
    In dim Eclips disastrous twilight sheds
    On half the Nations, and with fear of change
    Perplexes Monarchs. Dark'n'd so, yet shon
    Above them all th' Arch Angel: but his face [ 600 ]
    Deep scars of Thunder had intrencht, and care
    Sat on his faded cheek, but under Browes
    Of dauntless courage, and considerate Pride
    Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast
    Signs of remorse and passion to behold [ 605 ]
    The fellows of his crime, the followers rather
    (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd
    For ever now to have thir lot in pain,
    Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't
    Of Heav'n, and from Eternal Splendors flung [ 610 ]
    For his revolt, yet faithfull how they stood,
    Thir Glory witherd. As when Heavens Fire
    Hath scath'd the Forrest Oaks, or Mountain Pines,
    With singed top thir stately growth though bare
    Stands on the blasted Heath. He now prepar'd [ 615 ]
    To speak; whereat thir doubl'd Ranks they bend
    From wing to wing, and half enclose him round
    With all his Peers: attention held them mute.
    Thrice he assayd, and thrice in spight of scorn,
    Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last [ 620 ]
    Words interwove with sighs found out thir 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 [ 625 ]
    Hateful to utter: but what power of mind
    Foreseeing or presaging, from the Depth
    Of knowledge past or present, could have fear'd,
    How such united force of Gods, how such
    As stood like these, could ever know repulse? [ 630 ]
    For who can yet beleeve, though after loss,
    That all these puissant Legions, whose exile
    Hath emptied Heav'n, shall fail to re-ascend
    Self-rais'd, and repossess thir native seat?
    For mee be witness all the Host of Heav'n, [ 635 ]
    If counsels different, or danger shun'd
    By me, have lost our hopes. But he who reigns
    Monarch in Heav'n, till then as one secure
    Sat on his Throne, upheld by old repute,
    Consent or custome, and his Regal State [ 640 ]
    Put forth at full, but still his strength conceal'd,
    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 warr, provok't; our better part remains [ 645 ]
    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 [ 650 ]
    There went a fame in Heav'n 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: [ 655 ]
    For this Infernal Pit shall never hold
    Cælestial Spirits in Bondage, nor th' Abyss
    Long under darkness cover. But these thoughts
    Full Counsel must mature: Peace is despaird, [ 660 ]
    For who can think Submission? Warr then, Warr
    Open or understood must be resolv'd.

    He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew
    Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
    Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze [ 665 ]
    Far round illumin'd hell: highly they rag'd
    Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms
    Clash'd on thir sounding Shields the din of war,
    Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heav'n.

    There stood a Hill not far whose griesly top [ 670 ]
    Belch'd fire and rowling smoak; the rest entire
    Shon with a glossie scurff, undoubted sign
    That in his womb was hid metallic Ore,
    The work of Sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed
    A numerous Brigad hasten'd. As when Bands [ 675 ]
    Of Pioners with Spade and Pickax arm'd
    Forerun the Royal Camp, to trench a Field,
    Or cast a Rampart. Mammon led them on,
    Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
    From heav'n, for ev'n in heav'n his looks and thoughts [ 680 ]
    Were always downward bent, admiring more
    The riches of Heav'ns pavement, trod'n Gold,
    Then aught divine or holy else enjoy'd
    In vision beatific: by him first
    Men also, and by his suggestion taught, [ 685 ]
    Ransack'd the Center, and with impious hands
    Rifl'd the bowels of thir mother Earth
    For Treasures better hid. Soon had his crew
    Op'nd into the Hill a spacious wound
    And dig'd out ribs of Gold. Let none admire [ 690 ]
    That riches grow in Hell; that soyle may best
    Deserve the precious bane. And here let those
    Who boast in mortal things, and wond'ring tell
    Of Babel, and the works of Memphian Kings
    Learn how thir greatest Monuments of Fame, [ 695 ]
    And Strength and Art are easily out-done
    By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour
    What in an age they with incessant toyle
    And hands innumerable scarce perform.
    Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepar'd, [ 700 ]
    That underneath had veins of liquid fire
    Sluc'd from the Lake, a second multitude
    With wondrous Art found out the massie Ore,
    Severing each kind, and scum'd the Bullion dross:
    A third as soon had form'd within the ground [ 705 ]
    A various mould, and from the boyling cells
    By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook,
    As in an Organ from one blast of wind
    To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths.
    Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge [ 710 ]
    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 [ 715 ]
    Cornice or Freeze, with bossy Sculptures grav'n,
    The Roof was fretted Gold. Not Babilon,
    Nor great Alcairo such magnificence
    Equal'd in all thir glories, to inshrine
    Belus or Serapis thir Gods, or seat [ 720 ]
    Thir Kings, when Ægypt with Assyria strove
    In wealth and luxurie. Th' ascending pile
    Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores
    Op'ning thir brazen foulds discover wide
    Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth [ 725 ]
    And level pavement: from the arched roof
    Pendant by suttle Magic many a row
    Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed
    With Naphtha and Asphaltus yeilded light
    As from a sky. The hasty multitude [ 730 ]
    Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise
    And some the Architect: his hand was known
    In Heav'n by many a Towred structure high,
    Where Scepter'd Angels held thir residence,
    And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King [ 735 ]
    Exalted to such power, and gave to rule,
    Each in his Hierarchie, the Orders bright.
    Nor was his name unheard or unador'd
    In ancient Greece; and in Ausonian land
    Men call'd him Mulciber; and how he fell [ 740 ]
    From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove
    Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements: from Morn
    To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve,
    A Summers day; and with the setting Sun
    Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star, [ 745 ]
    On Lemnos th' Ægean Ile: thus they relate,
    Erring; for he with this rebellious rout
    Fell long before; nor aught avail'd him now
    To have built in Heav'n high Towrs; nor did he scape
    By all his Engins, but was headlong sent [ 750 ]
    With his industrious crew to build in hell.
    Mean while the winged Haralds by command
    Of Sovran power, with awful Ceremony
    And Trumpets sound throughout the Host proclaim
    A solemn Councel forthwith to be held [ 755 ]
    At Pandæmonium, the high Capital
    Of Satan and his Peers: thir summons call'd
    From every Band and squared Regiment
    By place or choice the worthiest; they anon
    With hunderds and with thousands trooping came [ 760 ]
    Attended: all access was throng'd, the Gates
    And Porches wide, but chief the spacious Hall
    (Though like a cover'd field, where Champions bold
    Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldans chair
    Defi'd the best of Paynim chivalry [ 765 ]
    To mortal combat or carreer with Lance)
    Thick swarm'd, both on the ground and in the air,
    Brusht with the hiss of russling wings. As Bees
    In spring time, when the Sun with Taurus rides,
    Pour forth thir populous youth about the Hive [ 770 ]
    In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers
    Flie to and fro, or on the smoothed Plank,
    The suburb of thir Straw-built Cittadel,
    New rub'd with Baum, expatiate and confer
    Thir State affairs. So thick the aerie crowd [ 775 ]
    Swarm'd and were straitn'd; till the Signal giv'n.
    Behold a wonder! they but now who seemd
    In bigness to surpass Earths Giant Sons
    Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room
    Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race [ 780 ]
    Beyond the Indian Mount, or Faerie Elves,
    Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side
    Or Fountain some belated Peasant sees,
    Or dreams he sees, while over-head the Moon
    Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth [ 785 ]
    Wheels her pale course, they on thir mirth and dance
    Intent, with jocond Music charm his ear;
    At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
    Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms
    Reduc'd thir shapes immense, and were at large, [ 790 ]
    Though without number still amidst the Hall
    Of that infernal Court. But far within
    And in thir own dimensions like themselves
    The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim
    In close recess and secret conclave sat [ 795 ]
    A thousand Demy-Gods on golden seats,
    Frequent and full. After short silence then
    And summons read, the great consult began.
    These people stop at Nothing !

    Death to IMBRA AND VAWA !

    God Bless America and no one else !!!

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    BOOK 1
    THE ARGUMENT
    This first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole Subject, Mans disobedience, and the loss thereupon of Paradise wherein he was plac't: Then touches the prime cause of his fall, the Serpent, or rather Satan in the Serpent; who revolting from God, and drawing to his side many Legions of Angels, was by the command of God driven out of Heaven with all his Crew into the great Deep. Which action past over, the Poem hasts into the midst of things, presenting Satan with his Angels now fallen into Hell, describ'd here, not in the Center (for Heaven and Earth may be suppos'd as yet not made, certainly not yet accurst) but in a place of utter darkness, fitliest call'd Chaos: Here Satan with his Angels lying on the burning Lake, thunder-struck and astonisht, after a certain space recovers, as from confusion, calls up him who next in Order and Dignity lay by him; they confer of thir miserable fall. Satan awakens all his Legions, who lay till then in the same manner confounded; They rise, thir Numbers, array of Battel, thir chief Leaders nam'd, according to the Idols known afterwards in Canaan and the Countries adjoyning. To these Satan directs his Speech, comforts them with hope yet of regaining Heaven, but tells them lastly of a new World and new kind of Creature to be created, according to an ancient Prophesie or report in Heaven; for that Angels were long before this visible Creation, was the opinion of many ancient Fathers. To find out the truth of this Prophesie, and what to determin thereon he refers to a full Councel. What his Associates thence attempt. Pandemonium the Palace of Satan rises, suddenly built out of the Deep: The infernal Peers there sit in Councel.

    OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
    Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast
    Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
    With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
    Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, [ 5 ]
    Sing Heav'nly 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 Heav'ns and Earth
    Rose out of Chaos: Or if Sion Hill [ 10 ]
    Delight thee more, and Siloa's Brook that flow'd
    Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence
    Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,
    That with no middle flight intends to soar
    Above th' Aonian Mount, while it pursues [ 15 ]
    Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.
    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 [ 20 ]
    Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss
    And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark
    Illumin, what is low raise and support;
    That to the highth of this great Argument
    I may assert Eternal Providence, [ 25 ]
    And justifie the wayes of God to men.

    Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view
    Nor the deep Tract of Hell, say first what cause
    Mov'd our Grand Parents in that happy State,
    Favour'd of Heav'n so highly, to fall off [ 30 ]
    From thir Creator, and transgress his Will
    For one restraint, Lords of the World besides?
    Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt?
    Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
    Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd [ 35 ]
    The Mother of Mankind, what time his Pride
    Had cast him out from Heav'n, with all his Host
    Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring
    To set himself in Glory above his Peers,
    He trusted to have equal'd the most High, [ 40 ]
    If he oppos'd; and with ambitious aim
    Against the Throne and Monarchy of God
    Rais'd impious War in Heav'n and Battel proud
    With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
    Hurld headlong flaming from th' Ethereal Skie [ 45 ]
    With hideous ruine and combustion down
    To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
    In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
    Who durst defie th' Omnipotent to Arms.
    Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night [ 50 ]
    To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
    Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe
    Confounded though immortal: But his doom
    Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
    Both of lost happiness and lasting pain [ 55 ]
    Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes
    That witness'd huge affliction and dismay
    Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate:
    At once as far as Angels kenn he views
    The dismal Situation waste and wilde, [ 60 ]
    A ****eon horrible, on all sides round
    As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames
    No light, but rather darkness visible
    Serv'd onely to discover sights of woe,
    Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace [ 65 ]
    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 unconsum'd:
    Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd [ 70 ]
    For those rebellious, here thir Prison ordain'd
    In utter darkness, and thir portion set
    As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n
    As from the Center thrice to th' utmost Pole.
    O how unlike the place from whence they fell! [ 75 ]
    There the companions of his fall, o'rewhelm'd
    With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
    He soon discerns, and weltring by his side
    One next himself in power, and next in crime,
    Long after known in Palestine, and nam'd [ 80 ]
    Beelzebub. To whom th' Arch-Enemy,
    And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words
    Breaking the horrid silence thus began.

    If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd
    From him, who in the happy Realms of Light [ 85 ]
    Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst out-shine
    Myriads though bright: If he Whom mutual league,
    United thoughts and counsels, equal hope
    And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
    Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd [ 90 ]
    In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
    From what highth fall'n, so much the stronger prov'd
    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 [ 95 ]
    Can else inflict, do I repent or change,
    Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind
    And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit,
    That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,
    And to the fierce contention brought along [ 100 ]
    Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd
    That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
    His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd
    In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,
    And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? [ 105 ]
    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 [ 110 ]
    Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
    With suppliant knee, and deifie his power,
    Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
    Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
    That were an ignominy and shame beneath [ 115 ]
    This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
    And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
    Since through experience of this great event
    In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
    We may with more successful hope resolve [ 120 ]
    To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
    Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
    Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
    Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.

    So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain, [ 125 ]
    Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
    And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.

    O Prince, O Chief of many Throned Powers,
    That led th' imbattelld Seraphim to Warr
    Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds [ 130 ]
    Fearless, endanger'd Heav'ns perpetual King;
    And put to proof his high Supremacy,
    Whether upheld by strength, or Chance, or Fate,
    Too well I see and rue the dire event,
    That with sad overthrow and foul defeat [ 135 ]
    Hath lost us Heav'n, and all this mighty Host
    In horrible destruction laid thus low,
    As far as Gods and Heav'nly Essences
    Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains
    Invincible, and vigour soon returns, [ 140 ]
    Though all our Glory extinct, and happy state
    Here swallow'd up in endless misery.
    But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now
    Of force believe Almighty, since no less
    Then such could hav orepow'rd such force as ours) [ 145 ]
    Have left us this our spirit and strength intire
    Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
    That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
    Or do him mightier service as his thralls
    By right of Warr, what e're his business be [ 150 ]
    Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire,
    Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep;
    What can it then avail though yet we feel
    Strength undiminisht, or eternal being
    To undergo eternal punishment? [ 155 ]
    Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-fiend reply'd.

    Fall'n Cherube, to be weak is miserable
    Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure,
    To do ought good never will be our task,
    But ever to do ill our sole delight, [ 160 ]
    As being the contrary to his high will
    Whom we resist. If then his Providence
    Out of our evil seek to bring forth good,
    Our labour must be to pervert that end,
    And out of good still to find means of evil; [ 165 ]
    Which oft times may succeed, so as perhaps
    Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
    His inmost counsels from thir destind aim.
    But see the angry Victor hath recall'd
    His Ministers of vengeance and pursuit [ 170 ]
    Back to the Gates of Heav'n: The Sulphurous Hail
    Shot after us in storm, oreblown hath laid
    The fiery Surge, that from the Precipice
    Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling, and the Thunder,
    Wing'd with red Lightning and impetuous rage, [ 175 ]
    Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now
    To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep.
    Let us not slip th' occasion, whether scorn,
    Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.
    Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and wilde, [ 180 ]
    The seat of desolation, voyd of light,
    Save what the glimmering of these livid flames
    Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend
    From off the tossing of these fiery waves,
    There rest, if any rest can harbour there, [ 185 ]
    And reassembling our afflicted Powers,
    Consult how we may henceforth most offend
    Our Enemy, our own loss how repair,
    How overcome this dire Calamity,
    What reinforcement we may gain from Hope, [ 190 ]
    If not what resolution from despare.

    Thus Satan talking to his neerest Mate
    With Head up-lift above the wave, and Eyes
    That sparkling blaz'd, his other Parts besides
    Prone on the Flood, extended long and large [ 195 ]
    Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge
    As whom the Fables name of monstrous size,
    Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove,
    Briareos or Typhon, whom the Den
    By ancient Tarsus held, or that Sea-beast [ 200 ]
    Leviathan, which God of all his works
    Created hugest that swim th' Ocean stream:
    Him haply slumbring on the Norway foam
    The Pilot of some small night-founder'd Skiff,
    Deeming some Island, oft, as Sea-men tell, [ 205 ]
    With fixed Anchor in his skaly rind
    Moors by his side under the Lee, while Night
    Invests the Sea, and wished Morn delayes:
    So stretcht out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay
    Chain'd on the burning Lake, nor ever thence [ 210 ]
    Had ris'n or heav'd 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 ****ation, while he sought [ 215 ]
    Evil to others, and enrag'd might see
    How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth
    Infinite goodness, grace and mercy shewn
    On Man by him seduc't, but on himself
    Treble confusion, wrath and vengeance pour'd. [ 220 ]
    Forthwith upright he rears from off the Pool
    His mighty Stature; on each hand the flames
    Drivn backward slope thir pointing spires, and rowld
    In billows, leave i'th' midst a horrid Vale.
    Then with expanded wings he stears his flight [ 225 ]
    Aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air
    That felt unusual weight, till on dry Land
    He lights, if it were Land that ever burn'd
    With solid, as the Lake with liquid fire;
    And such appear'd in hue, as when the force [ 230 ]
    Of subterranean wind transports a Hill
    Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side
    Of thundring Ætna, whose combustible
    And fewel'd entrals thence conceiving Fire,
    Sublim'd with Mineral fury, aid the Winds, [ 235 ]
    And leave a singed bottom all involv'd
    With stench and smoak: Such resting found the sole
    Of unblest feet. Him followed his next Mate,
    Both glorying to have scap't the Stygian flood
    As Gods, and by thir own recover'd strength, [ 240 ]
    Not by the sufferance of supernal Power.

    Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
    Said then the lost Arch-Angel, this the seat
    That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom
    For that celestial light? Be it so, since he [ 245 ]
    Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid
    What shall be right: fardest from him is best
    Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream
    Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields
    Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail [ 250 ]
    Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
    Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
    A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
    The mind is its own place, and in it self
    Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. [ 255 ]
    What matter where, if I be still the same,
    And what I should be, all but less then 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: [ 260 ]
    Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
    To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
    Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.
    But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
    Th' associates and copartners of our loss [ 265 ]
    Lye thus astonisht 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
    Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell? [ 270 ]

    So Satan spake, and him Beelzebub
    Thus answer'd. Leader of those Armies bright,
    Which but th' Onmipotent none could have foyld,
    If once they hear that voyce, thir liveliest pledge
    Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft [ 275 ]
    In worst extreams, and on the perilous edge
    Of battel when it rag'd, in all assaults
    Thir surest signal, they will soon resume
    New courage and revive, though now they lye
    Groveling and prostrate on yon Lake of Fire, [ 280 ]
    As we erewhile, astounded and amaz'd,
    No wonder, fall'n such a pernicious highth.

    He scarce had ceas't when the superiour Fiend
    Was moving toward the shoar; his ponderous shield
    Ethereal temper, massy, large and round, [ 285 ]
    Behind him cast; the broad circumference
    Hung on his shoulders like the Moon, whose Orb
    Through Optic Glass the Tuscan Artist views
    At Ev'ning from the top of Fesole,
    Or in Valdarno, to descry new Lands, [ 290 ]
    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, were but a wand,
    He walkt with to support uneasie steps [ 295 ]
    Over the burning Marle, not like those steps
    On Heavens Azure, and the torrid Clime
    Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with Fire;
    Nathless he so endur'd, till on the Beach
    Of that inflamed Sea, he stood and call'd [ 300 ]
    His Legions, Angel Forms, who lay intrans't
    Thick as Autumnal Leaves that strow the Brooks
    In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades
    High overarch't imbowr; or scatterd sedge
    Afloat, when with fierce Winds Orion arm'd [ 305 ]
    Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose waves orethrew
    Busiris and his Memphian Chivalry,
    While with perfidious hatred they pursu'd
    The Sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
    From the safe shore thir floating Carkases [ 310 ]
    And broken Chariot Wheels, so thick bestrown
    Abject and lost lay these, covering the Flood,
    Under amazement of thir hideous change.
    He call'd so loud, that all the hollow Deep
    Of Hell resounded. Princes, Potentates, [ 315 ]
    Warriers, the Flowr of Heav'n, once yours, now lost,
    If such astonishment as this can sieze
    Eternal spirits; or have ye chos'n this place
    After the toyl of Battel to repose
    Your wearied vertue, for the ease you find [ 320 ]
    To slumber here, as in the Vales of Heav'n?
    Or in this abject posture have ye sworn
    To adore the Conquerour? who now beholds
    Cherube and Seraph rowling in the Flood
    With scatter'd Arms and Ensigns, till anon [ 325 ]
    His swift pursuers from Heav'n Gates discern
    Th' advantage, and descending tread us down
    Thus drooping, or with linked Thunderbolts
    Transfix us to the bottom of this Gulfe.
    Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n. [ 330 ]

    They heard, and were abasht, 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 perceave the evil plight [ 335 ]
    In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;
    Yet to thir Generals Voyce they soon obeyd
    Innumerable. As when the potent Rod
    Of Amrams Son in Egypts evill day
    Wav'd round the Coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud [ 340 ]
    Of Locusts, warping on the Eastern Wind,
    That ore the Realm of impious Pharaoh hung
    Like Night, and darken'd all the Land of Nile:
    So numberless were those bad Angels seen
    Hovering on wing under the Cope of Hell [ 345 ]
    'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding Fires;
    Till, as a signal giv'n, th' uplifted Spear
    Of thir great Sultan waving to direct
    Thir course, in even ballance down they light
    On the firm brimstone, and fill all the Plain; [ 350 ]
    A multitude, like which the populous North
    Pour'd never from her frozen loyns, to pass
    Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous Sons
    Came like a Deluge on the South, and spread
    Beneath Gibralter to the Lybian sands. [ 355 ]
    Forthwith from every Squadron and each Band
    The Heads and Leaders thither hast where stood
    Thir great Commander; Godlike shapes and forms
    Excelling human, Princely Dignities,
    And Powers that earst in Heaven sat on Thrones; [ 360 ]
    Though of thir Names in heav'nly Records now
    Be no memorial blotted out and ras'd
    By thir Rebellion, from the Books of Life.
    Nor had they yet among the Sons of Eve
    Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth, [ 365 ]
    Through Gods high sufferance for the tryal of man,
    By falsities and lyes the greatest part
    Of Mankind they corrupted to forsake
    God thir Creator, and th' invisible
    Glory of him that made them, to transform [ 370 ]
    Oft to the Image of a Brute, adorn'd
    With *** 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. [ 375 ]
    Say, Muse, thir Names then known, who first, who last,
    Rous'd from the slumber, on that fiery Couch,
    At thir great Emperors call, as next in worth
    Came singly where he stood on the bare strand,
    While the promiscuous croud stood yet aloof? [ 380 ]
    The chief were those who from the Pit of Hell
    Roaming to seek thir prey on earth, durst fix
    Thir Seats long after next the Seat of God,
    Thir Altars by his Altar, Gods ador'd
    Among the Nations round, and durst abide [ 385 ]
    Jehovah thundring out of Sion, thron'd
    Between the Cherubim; yea, often plac'd
    Within his Sanctuary it self thir Shrines,
    Abominations; and with cursed things
    His holy Rites, and solemn Feasts profan'd, [ 390 ]
    And with thir darkness durst affront his light.
    First Moloch, horrid King besmear'd with blood
    Of human sacrifice, and parents tears,
    Though for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud
    Thir childrens cries unheard, that past through fire [ 395 ]
    To his grim Idol. Him the Ammonite
    Worshipt in Rabba and her watry Plain,
    In Argob and in Basan, to the stream
    Of utmost Arnon. Nor content with such
    Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart [ 400 ]
    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 Vally of Hinnom, Tophet thence
    And black Gehenna call'd, the Type of Hell. [ 405 ]
    Next Chemos, th' obscene dread of Moabs Sons,
    From Aroar to Nebo, and the wild
    Of Southmost Abarim; in Hesebon
    And Horonaim, Seons Realm, beyond
    The flowry Dale of Sibma clad with Vines, [ 410 ]
    And Eleale to th' Asphaltick Pool.
    Peor his other Name, when he entic'd
    Israel in Sittim on thir march from Nile
    To do him wanton rites, which cost them woe.
    Yet thence his lustful Orgies he enlarg'd [ 415 ]
    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 bordring flood
    Of old Euphrates to the Brook that parts [ 420 ]
    Egypt from Syrian ground, had general Names
    Of Baalim and Ashtaroth, those male,
    These Feminine. For Spirits when they please
    Can either *** assume, or both; so soft
    And uncompounded is thir Essence pure, [ 425 ]
    Not ti'd or manacl'd with joynt or limb,
    Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones,
    Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose
    Dilated or condens't, bright or obscure,
    Can execute thir aerie purposes, [ 430 ]
    And works of love or enmity fulfill.
    For those the Race of Israel oft forsook
    Thir living strength, and unfrequented left
    His righteous Altar, bowing lowly down
    To bestial Gods; for which thir heads as low [ 435 ]
    Bow'd down in Battel, sunk before the Spear
    Of despicable foes. With these in troop
    Came Astoreth, whom the Phoenicians call'd
    Astarte, Queen of Heav'n, with crescent Horns;
    To whose bright Image nightly by the Moon [ 440 ]
    Sidonian Virgins paid thir 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,
    Beguil'd by fair Idolatresses, fell [ 445 ]
    To Idols foul. Thammuz came next behind,
    Whose annual wound in Lebanon allur'd
    The Syrian Damsels to lament his fate
    In amorous dittyes all a Summers day,
    While smooth Adonis from his native Rock [ 450 ]
    Ran purple to the Sea, suppos'd with blood
    Of Thammuz yearly wounded: the Love-tale
    Infected Sions daughters with like heat,
    Whose wanton passions in the sacred Porch
    Ezekiel saw, when by the Vision led [ 455 ]
    His eye survay'd the dark Idolatries
    Of alienated Judah. Next came one
    Who mourn'd in earnest, when the Captive Ark
    Maim'd his brute Image, head and hands lopt off
    In his own Temple, on the grunsel edge, [ 460 ]
    Where he fell flat, and sham'd his Worshipers:
    Dagon his Name, Sea Monster, upward Man
    And downward Fish: yet had his Temple high
    Rear'd in Azotus, dreaded through the Coast
    Of Palestine, in Gath and Ascalon [ 465 ]
    And Accaron and Gaza's frontier bounds.
    Him follow'd Rimmon, whose delightful Seat
    Was fair Damascus, on the fertil Banks
    Of Abbana and Pharphar, lucid streams.
    He also against the house of God was bold: [ 470 ]
    A Leper once he lost and gain'd a King,
    Ahaz his sottish Conquerour, whom he drew
    Gods Altar to disparage and displace
    For one of Syrian mode, whereon to burn
    His odious off'rings, and adore the Gods [ 475 ]
    Whom he had vanquisht. After these appear'd
    A crew who under Names of old Renown,
    Osiris, Isis, Orus and their Train
    With monstrous shapes and sorceries abus'd
    Fanatic Egypt and her Priests, to seek [ 480 ]
    Thir wandring Gods disguis'd in brutish forms
    Rather then human. Nor did Israel scape
    Th' infection when thir borrow'd Gold compos'd
    The Calf in Oreb: and the Rebel King
    Doubl'd that sin in Bethel and in Dan, [ 485 ]
    Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox,
    Jehovah, who in one Night when he pass'd
    From Egypt marching, equal'd with one stroke
    Both her first born and all her bleating Gods.
    Belial came last, then whom a Spirit more lewd [ 490 ]
    Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love
    Vice for it self: To him no Temple stood
    Or Altar smoak'd; yet who more oft then hee
    In Temples and at Altars, when the Priest
    Turns Atheist, as did Ely's Sons, who fill'd [ 495 ]
    With lust and violence the house of God.
    In Courts and Palaces he also Reigns
    And in luxurious Cities, where the noyse
    Of riot ascends above thir loftiest Towrs,
    And injury and outrage: And when Night [ 500 ]
    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
    Expos'd a Matron to avoid worse rape. [ 505 ]
    These were the prime in order and in might;
    The rest were long to tell, though far renown'd,
    Th' Ionian Gods, of Javans Issue held
    Gods, yet confest later then Heav'n and Earth
    Thir boasted Parents; Titan Heav'ns first born [ 510 ]
    With his enormous brood, and birthright seis'd
    By younger Saturn, he from mightier Jove
    His own and Rhea's Son like measure found;
    So Jove usurping reign'd: these first in Creet
    And Ida known, thence on the Snowy top [ 515 ]
    Of cold Olympus rul'd the middle Air
    Thir highest Heav'n; 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, [ 520 ]
    And ore the Celtic roam'd the utmost Isles.
    All these and more came flocking; but with looks
    Down cast and damp, yet such wherein appear'd
    Obscure some glimps of joy, to have found thir chief
    Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost [ 525 ]
    In loss it self; which on his count'nance cast
    Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride
    Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore
    Semblance of worth, not substance, gently rais'd
    Thir fainting courage, and dispel'd thir fears. [ 530 ]
    Then strait commands that at the warlike sound
    Of Trumpets loud and Clarions be upreard
    His mighty Standard; that proud honour claim'd
    Azazel as his right, a Cherube tall:
    Who forthwith from the glittering Staff unfurld [ 535 ]
    Th' Imperial Ensign, which full high advanc't
    Shon like a Meteor streaming to the Wind
    With Gemms and Golden lustre rich imblaz'd,
    Seraphic arms and Trophies: all the while
    Sonorous mettal blowing Martial sounds: [ 540 ]
    At which the universal Host upsent
    A shout that tore Hells 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 [ 545 ]
    With Orient Colours waving: with them rose
    A Forest huge of Spears: and thronging Helms
    Appear'd, and serried shields in thick array
    Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move
    In perfect Phalanx to the Dorian mood [ 550 ]
    Of Flutes and soft Recorders; such as rais'd
    To hight of noblest temper Hero's old
    Arming to Battel, and in stead of rage
    Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd
    With dread of death to flight or foul retreat, [ 555 ]
    Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage
    With solemn touches, troubl'd 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 [ 560 ]
    Mov'd on in silence to soft Pipes that charm'd
    Thir painful steps o're the burnt soyle; and now
    Advanc't in view, they stand, a horrid Front
    Of dreadful length and dazling Arms, in guise
    Of Warriers old with order'd Spear and Shield, [ 565 ]
    Awaiting what command thir mighty Chief
    Had to impose: He through the armed Files
    Darts his experienc't eye, and soon traverse
    The whole Battalion views, thir order due,
    Thir visages and stature as of Gods, [ 570 ]
    Thir number last he summs. And now his heart
    Distends with pride, and hardning in his strength
    Glories: For never since created man,
    Met such imbodied force, as nam'd with these
    Could merit more then that small infantry [ 575 ]
    Warr'd on by Cranes: though all the Giant brood
    Of Phlegra with th' Heroic Race were joyn'd
    That fought at Theb's and Ilium, on each side
    Mixt with auxiliar Gods; and what resounds
    In Fable or Romance of Uthers Son [ 580 ]
    Begirt with British and Armoric Knights;
    And all who since, Baptiz'd or Infidel
    Jousted in Aspramont or Montalban,
    Damasco, or Marocco, or Trebisond,
    Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore [ 585 ]
    When Charlemain with all his Peerage fell
    By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond
    Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd
    Thir dread commander: he above the rest
    In shape and gesture proudly eminent [ 590 ]
    Stood like a Towr; his form had yet not lost
    All her Original brightness, nor appear'd
    Less then Arch Angel ruind, and th' excess
    Of Glory obscur'd: As when the Sun new ris'n
    Looks through the Horizontal misty Air [ 595 ]
    Shorn of his Beams, or from behind the Moon
    In dim Eclips disastrous twilight sheds
    On half the Nations, and with fear of change
    Perplexes Monarchs. Dark'n'd so, yet shon
    Above them all th' Arch Angel: but his face [ 600 ]
    Deep scars of Thunder had intrencht, and care
    Sat on his faded cheek, but under Browes
    Of dauntless courage, and considerate Pride
    Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast
    Signs of remorse and passion to behold [ 605 ]
    The fellows of his crime, the followers rather
    (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd
    For ever now to have thir lot in pain,
    Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't
    Of Heav'n, and from Eternal Splendors flung [ 610 ]
    For his revolt, yet faithfull how they stood,
    Thir Glory witherd. As when Heavens Fire
    Hath scath'd the Forrest Oaks, or Mountain Pines,
    With singed top thir stately growth though bare
    Stands on the blasted Heath. He now prepar'd [ 615 ]
    To speak; whereat thir doubl'd Ranks they bend
    From wing to wing, and half enclose him round
    With all his Peers: attention held them mute.
    Thrice he assayd, and thrice in spight of scorn,
    Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last [ 620 ]
    Words interwove with sighs found out thir 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 [ 625 ]
    Hateful to utter: but what power of mind
    Foreseeing or presaging, from the Depth
    Of knowledge past or present, could have fear'd,
    How such united force of Gods, how such
    As stood like these, could ever know repulse? [ 630 ]
    For who can yet beleeve, though after loss,
    That all these puissant Legions, whose exile
    Hath emptied Heav'n, shall fail to re-ascend
    Self-rais'd, and repossess thir native seat?
    For mee be witness all the Host of Heav'n, [ 635 ]
    If counsels different, or danger shun'd
    By me, have lost our hopes. But he who reigns
    Monarch in Heav'n, till then as one secure
    Sat on his Throne, upheld by old repute,
    Consent or custome, and his Regal State [ 640 ]
    Put forth at full, but still his strength conceal'd,
    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 warr, provok't; our better part remains [ 645 ]
    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 [ 650 ]
    There went a fame in Heav'n 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: [ 655 ]
    For this Infernal Pit shall never hold
    Cælestial Spirits in Bondage, nor th' Abyss
    Long under darkness cover. But these thoughts
    Full Counsel must mature: Peace is despaird, [ 660 ]
    For who can think Submission? Warr then, Warr
    Open or understood must be resolv'd.

    He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew
    Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
    Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze [ 665 ]
    Far round illumin'd hell: highly they rag'd
    Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms
    Clash'd on thir sounding Shields the din of war,
    Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heav'n.

    There stood a Hill not far whose griesly top [ 670 ]
    Belch'd fire and rowling smoak; the rest entire
    Shon with a glossie scurff, undoubted sign
    That in his womb was hid metallic Ore,
    The work of Sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed
    A numerous Brigad hasten'd. As when Bands [ 675 ]
    Of Pioners with Spade and Pickax arm'd
    Forerun the Royal Camp, to trench a Field,
    Or cast a Rampart. Mammon led them on,
    Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
    From heav'n, for ev'n in heav'n his looks and thoughts [ 680 ]
    Were always downward bent, admiring more
    The riches of Heav'ns pavement, trod'n Gold,
    Then aught divine or holy else enjoy'd
    In vision beatific: by him first
    Men also, and by his suggestion taught, [ 685 ]
    Ransack'd the Center, and with impious hands
    Rifl'd the bowels of thir mother Earth
    For Treasures better hid. Soon had his crew
    Op'nd into the Hill a spacious wound
    And dig'd out ribs of Gold. Let none admire [ 690 ]
    That riches grow in Hell; that soyle may best
    Deserve the precious bane. And here let those
    Who boast in mortal things, and wond'ring tell
    Of Babel, and the works of Memphian Kings
    Learn how thir greatest Monuments of Fame, [ 695 ]
    And Strength and Art are easily out-done
    By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour
    What in an age they with incessant toyle
    And hands innumerable scarce perform.
    Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepar'd, [ 700 ]
    That underneath had veins of liquid fire
    Sluc'd from the Lake, a second multitude
    With wondrous Art found out the massie Ore,
    Severing each kind, and scum'd the Bullion dross:
    A third as soon had form'd within the ground [ 705 ]
    A various mould, and from the boyling cells
    By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook,
    As in an Organ from one blast of wind
    To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths.
    Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge [ 710 ]
    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 [ 715 ]
    Cornice or Freeze, with bossy Sculptures grav'n,
    The Roof was fretted Gold. Not Babilon,
    Nor great Alcairo such magnificence
    Equal'd in all thir glories, to inshrine
    Belus or Serapis thir Gods, or seat [ 720 ]
    Thir Kings, when Ægypt with Assyria strove
    In wealth and luxurie. Th' ascending pile
    Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores
    Op'ning thir brazen foulds discover wide
    Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth [ 725 ]
    And level pavement: from the arched roof
    Pendant by suttle Magic many a row
    Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed
    With Naphtha and Asphaltus yeilded light
    As from a sky. The hasty multitude [ 730 ]
    Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise
    And some the Architect: his hand was known
    In Heav'n by many a Towred structure high,
    Where Scepter'd Angels held thir residence,
    And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King [ 735 ]
    Exalted to such power, and gave to rule,
    Each in his Hierarchie, the Orders bright.
    Nor was his name unheard or unador'd
    In ancient Greece; and in Ausonian land
    Men call'd him Mulciber; and how he fell [ 740 ]
    From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove
    Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements: from Morn
    To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve,
    A Summers day; and with the setting Sun
    Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star, [ 745 ]
    On Lemnos th' Ægean Ile: thus they relate,
    Erring; for he with this rebellious rout
    Fell long before; nor aught avail'd him now
    To have built in Heav'n high Towrs; nor did he scape
    By all his Engins, but was headlong sent [ 750 ]
    With his industrious crew to build in hell.
    Mean while the winged Haralds by command
    Of Sovran power, with awful Ceremony
    And Trumpets sound throughout the Host proclaim
    A solemn Councel forthwith to be held [ 755 ]
    At Pandæmonium, the high Capital
    Of Satan and his Peers: thir summons call'd
    From every Band and squared Regiment
    By place or choice the worthiest; they anon
    With hunderds and with thousands trooping came [ 760 ]
    Attended: all access was throng'd, the Gates
    And Porches wide, but chief the spacious Hall
    (Though like a cover'd field, where Champions bold
    Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldans chair
    Defi'd the best of Paynim chivalry [ 765 ]
    To mortal combat or carreer with Lance)
    Thick swarm'd, both on the ground and in the air,
    Brusht with the hiss of russling wings. As Bees
    In spring time, when the Sun with Taurus rides,
    Pour forth thir populous youth about the Hive [ 770 ]
    In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers
    Flie to and fro, or on the smoothed Plank,
    The suburb of thir Straw-built Cittadel,
    New rub'd with Baum, expatiate and confer
    Thir State affairs. So thick the aerie crowd [ 775 ]
    Swarm'd and were straitn'd; till the Signal giv'n.
    Behold a wonder! they but now who seemd
    In bigness to surpass Earths Giant Sons
    Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room
    Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race [ 780 ]
    Beyond the Indian Mount, or Faerie Elves,
    Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side
    Or Fountain some belated Peasant sees,
    Or dreams he sees, while over-head the Moon
    Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth [ 785 ]
    Wheels her pale course, they on thir mirth and dance
    Intent, with jocond Music charm his ear;
    At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
    Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms
    Reduc'd thir shapes immense, and were at large, [ 790 ]
    Though without number still amidst the Hall
    Of that infernal Court. But far within
    And in thir own dimensions like themselves
    The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim
    In close recess and secret conclave sat [ 795 ]
    A thousand Demy-Gods on golden seats,
    Frequent and full. After short silence then
    And summons read, the great consult began.
    These people stop at Nothing !

    Death to IMBRA AND VAWA !

    God Bless America and no one else !!!

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      It's really hard to read, all the words clumped together like that.


      Did you get to see Satan then?
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      God Bless America - God Bless Immigrants - God Bless Poor Misguided Souls Too

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      1.800.799.SAFE (7233) 1.800.787.

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      • #4
        Nice poem, but terrible title.

        Hi SprintG,

        Love those waddling cuties!
        Do all the good you can, in all the ways you can, as long as ever you can.

        --John Wesley

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        • #5
          <BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by Mrs. B.:
          Nice poem, but terrible title.
          </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

          I spent 3 days writing that poem. I think the title is great.
          These people stop at Nothing !

          Death to IMBRA AND VAWA !

          God Bless America and no one else !!!

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          • #6
            Michael, if you edit it and split it up somehow, it would be easier to read.
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            God Bless America - God Bless Immigrants - God Bless Poor Misguided Souls Too

            National Domestic Violence Hotline:
            1.800.799.SAFE (7233) 1.800.787.

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            • #7
              I will not change my style for a philistine
              These people stop at Nothing !

              Death to IMBRA AND VAWA !

              God Bless America and no one else !!!

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              • #8
                <BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">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 [ 110 ]
                Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
                With suppliant knee, and deifie his power,
                Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
                Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
                That were an ignominy and shame beneath [ 115 ]
                This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
                And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
                Since through experience of this great event
                In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
                We may with more successful hope resolve [ 120 ]
                To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
                Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
                Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
                Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

                This is my declaration of war against my enemies !

                DEATH TO ILW AND ITS' ILK !!!
                These people stop at Nothing !

                Death to IMBRA AND VAWA !

                God Bless America and no one else !!!

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                • #9
                  Associate Member??!!...LOL!
                  "Until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes everywhere will be war"...................BOB MARLEY

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                  • #10
                    Well I was trying to be helpful, I guess Satan got the better of you.
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                    God Bless America - God Bless Immigrants - God Bless Poor Misguided Souls Too

                    National Domestic Violence Hotline:
                    1.800.799.SAFE (7233) 1.800.787.

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                    • #11
                      Speaking of enemies, I think it was the great Abe Lincoln himself who said that if you turn enemies into friends, that's the best way of vanquishing enemies.
                      Do all the good you can, in all the ways you can, as long as ever you can.

                      --John Wesley

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                      • #12
                        <BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>
                        These people stop at Nothing !

                        Death to IMBRA AND VAWA !

                        God Bless America and no one else !!!

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                        • #13
                          BOOK 2
                          THE ARGUMENT
                          The Consultation begun, Satan debates whether another Battel be to be hazarded for the recovery of Heaven: some advise it, others dissuade: A third proposal is prefer'd, mention'd before by Satan, to search the truth of that Prophesie or Tradition in Heaven concerning another world, and another kind of creature equal or not much inferiour to themselves, about this time to be created: Thir doubt who shall be sent on this difficult search: Satan thir chief undertakes alone the voyage, is honourd and applauded. The Councel thus ended, the rest betake them several wayes and to several imployments, as thir inclinations lead them, to entertain the time till Satan return. He passes on his journey to Hell Gates, finds them shut, and who sat there to guard them, by whom at length they are op'nd, and discover to him the great Gulf between Hell and Heaven; with what difficulty he passes through, directed by Chaos, the Power of that place, to the sight of this new World which he sought



                          High on a Throne of Royal State, which far
                          Outshon the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
                          Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
                          Showrs on her Kings Barbaric Pearl and Gold,
                          Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd [ 5 ]
                          To that bad eminence; and from despair
                          Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires
                          Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue
                          Vain Warr with Heav'n, and by success untaught
                          His proud imaginations thus displaid. [ 10 ]

                          Powers and Dominions, Deities of Heav'n,
                          For since no deep within her gulf can hold
                          Immortal vigor, though opprest and fall'n,
                          I give not Heav'n for lost. From this descent
                          Celestial vertues rising, will appear [ 15 ]
                          More glorious and more dread then from no fall,
                          And trust themselves to fear no second fate:
                          Mee though just right, and the fixt Laws of Heav'n
                          Did first create your Leader, next free choice,
                          With what besides, in Counsel or in Fight, [ 20 ]
                          Hath bin achievd of merit, yet this loss
                          Thus farr at least recover'd, hath much more
                          Establisht in a safe unenvied Throne
                          Yielded with full consent. The happier state
                          In Heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw [ 25 ]
                          Envy from each inferior; but who here
                          Will envy whom the highest place exposes
                          Formost to stand against the Thunderers aim
                          Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share
                          Of endless pain? where there is then no good [ 30 ]
                          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 [ 35 ]
                          To union, and firm Faith, and firm accord,
                          More then can be in Heav'n, we now return
                          To claim our just inheritance of old,
                          Surer to prosper then prosperity
                          Could have assur'd us; and by what best way, [ 40 ]
                          Whether of open Warr or covert guile,
                          We now debate; who can advise, may speak.

                          He ceas'd, and next him Moloc, Scepter'd King
                          Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest Spirit
                          That fought in Heav'n; now fiercer by despair: [ 45 ]
                          His trust was with th' Eternal to be deem'd
                          Equal in strength, and rather then be less
                          Care'd not to be at all; with that care lost
                          Went all his fear: of God, or Hell, or worse
                          He reck'd not, and these words thereafter spake. [ 50 ]

                          My sentence is for open Warr: 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 [ 55 ]
                          The Signal to ascend, sit lingring here
                          Heav'ns fugitives, and for thir dwelling place
                          Accept this dark opprobrious Den of shame,
                          The Prison of his Tyranny who Reigns
                          By our delay? no, let us rather choose [ 60 ]
                          Arm'd with Hell flames and fury all at once
                          O're Heav'ns high Towrs to force resistless way,
                          Turning our Tortures into horrid Arms
                          Against the Torturer; when to meet the noise
                          Of his Almighty Engin he shall hear [ 65 ]
                          Infernal Thunder, and for Lightning see
                          Black fire and horror shot with equal rage
                          Among his Angels; and his Throne it self
                          Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur, and strange fire,
                          His own invented Torments. But perhaps [ 70 ]
                          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 benumm not still,
                          That in our proper motion we ascend [ 75 ]
                          Up to our native seat: descent and fall
                          To us is adverse. Who but felt of late
                          When the fierce Foe hung on our brok'n Rear
                          Insulting, and pursu'd us through the Deep,
                          With what compulsion and laborious flight [ 80 ]
                          We sunk thus low? Th' ascent is easie then;
                          Th' event is fear'd; 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 destroy'd: what can be worse [ 85 ]
                          Then to dwell here, driv'n out from bliss, condemn'd
                          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 [ 90 ]
                          Inexorably, and the torturing hour
                          Calls us to Penance? More destroy'd then thus
                          We should be quite abolisht and expire.
                          What fear we then? what doubt we to incense
                          His utmost ire? which to the highth enrag'd, [ 95 ]
                          Will either quite consume us, and reduce
                          To nothing this essential, happier farr
                          Then miserable to have eternal being:
                          Or if our substance be indeed Divine,
                          And cannot cease to be, we are at worst [ 100 ]
                          On this side nothing; and by proof we feel
                          Our power sufficient to disturb his Heav'n,
                          And with perpetual inrodes to Allarme,
                          Though inaccessible, his fatal Throne:
                          Which if not Victory is yet Revenge. [ 105 ]

                          He ended frowning, and his look denounc'd
                          Desperate revenge, and Battel dangerous
                          To less then Gods. On th' other side up rose
                          Belial, in act more graceful and humane;
                          A fairer person lost not Heav'n; he seemd [ 110 ]
                          For dignity compos'd and high exploit:
                          But all was false and hollow; though his Tongue
                          Dropt Manna, and could make the worse appear
                          The better reason, to perplex and dash
                          Maturest Counsels: for his thoughts were low; [ 115 ]
                          To vice industrious, but to Nobler deeds
                          Timorous and slothful: yet he pleas'd the ear,
                          And with perswasive accent thus began.

                          I should be much for open Warr, O Peers,
                          As not behind in hate; if what was urg'd [ 120 ]
                          Main reason to persuade immediate Warr,
                          Did not disswade 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 [ 125 ]
                          Mistrustful, grounds his courage on despair
                          And utter dissolution, as the scope
                          Of all his aim, after some dire revenge.
                          First, what Revenge? the Towrs of Heav'n are fill'd
                          With Armed watch, that render all access [ 130 ]
                          Impregnable; oft on the bordering Deep
                          Encamp thir Legions, or with obscure wing
                          Scout farr and wide into the Realm of night,
                          Scorning surprize. Or could we break our way
                          By force, and at our heels all Hell should rise [ 135 ]
                          With blackest Insurrection, to confound
                          Heav'ns purest Light, yet our great Enemy
                          All incorruptible would on his Throne
                          Sit unpolluted, and th' Ethereal mould
                          Incapable of stain would soon expel [ 140 ]
                          Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire
                          Victorious. Thus repuls'd, 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, [ 145 ]
                          To be no more; sad cure; for who would loose,
                          Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
                          Those thoughts that wander through Eternity,
                          To perish rather, swallowd up and lost
                          In the wide womb of uncreated night, [ 150 ]
                          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, [ 155 ]
                          Belike through impotence, or unaware,
                          To give his Enemies thir wish, and end
                          Them in his anger, whom his anger saves
                          To punish endless? wherefore cease we then?
                          Say they who counsel Warr, we are decreed, [ 160 ]
                          Reserv'd and destin'd 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, pursu'd and strook [ 165 ]
                          With Heav'ns afflicting Thunder, and besought
                          The Deep to shelter us? this Hell then seem'd
                          A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay
                          Chain'd on the burning Lake? that sure was worse.
                          What if the breath that kindl'd those grim fires [ 170 ]
                          Awak'd 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 open'd, and this Firmament [ 175 ]
                          Of Hell should spout her Cataracts of Fire,
                          Impendent horrors, threatning hideous fall
                          One day upon our heads; while we perhaps
                          Designing or exhorting glorious warr,
                          Caught in a fierie Tempest shall be hurl'd [ 180 ]
                          Each on his rock transfixt, the sport and prey
                          Of racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk
                          Under yon boyling Ocean, wrapt in Chains;
                          There to converse with everlasting groans,
                          Unrespited, unpitied, unrepreevd, [ 185 ]
                          Ages of hopeless end; this would be worse.
                          Warr therefore, open or conceal'd, alike
                          My voice disswades; for what can force or guile
                          With him, or who deceive his mind, whose eye
                          Views all things at one view? he from heav'ns highth [ 190 ]
                          All these our motions vain, sees and derides;
                          Not more Almighty to resist our might
                          Then wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles.
                          Shall we then live thus vile, the race of Heav'n
                          Thus trampl'd, thus expell'd to suffer here [ 195 ]
                          Chains and these Torments? better these then worse
                          By my advice; since fate inevitable
                          Subdues us, and Omnipotent Decree
                          The Victors will. To suffer, as to doe,
                          Our strength is equal, nor the Law unjust [ 200 ]
                          That so ordains: this was at first resolv'd,
                          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 vent'rous, if that fail them, shrink and fear [ 205 ]
                          What yet they know must follow, to endure
                          Exile, or ignominy, or bonds, or pain,
                          The sentence of thir Conquerour: This is now
                          Our doom; which if we can sustain and bear,
                          Our Supream Foe in time may much remit [ 210 ]
                          His anger, and perhaps thus farr remov'd
                          Not mind us not offending, satisfi'd
                          With what is punish't; whence these raging fires
                          Will slack'n, if his breath stir not thir flames.
                          Our purer essence then will overcome [ 215 ]
                          Thir noxious vapour, or enur'd not feel,
                          Or chang'd at length, and to the place conformd
                          In temper and in nature, will receive
                          Familiar the fierce heat, and void of pain;
                          This horror will grow milde, this darkness light, [ 220 ]
                          Besides what hope the never-ending flight
                          Of future dayes may bring, what chance, what change
                          Worth waiting, since our present lot appeers
                          For happy though but ill, for ill not worst,
                          If we procure not to our selves more woe. [ 225 ]

                          Thus Belial with words cloath'd in reasons garb
                          Counsell'd ignoble ease, and peaceful sloath,
                          Not peace: and after him thus Mammon spake.

                          Either to disinthrone the King of Heav'n
                          We warr, if Warr be best, or to regain [ 230 ]
                          Our own right lost: him to unthrone we then
                          May hope when everlasting Fate shall yeild
                          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 [ 235 ]
                          Within Heav'ns bound, unless Heav'ns Lord supream
                          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 [ 240 ]
                          Strict Laws impos'd, to celebrate his Throne
                          With warbl'd Hymns, and to his Godhead sing
                          Forc't Halleluiah's; while he Lordly sits
                          Our envied Sovran, and his Altar breathes
                          Ambrosial Odours and Ambrosial Flowers, [ 245 ]
                          Our servile offerings. This must be our task
                          In Heav'n, this our delight; how wearisom
                          Eternity so spent in worship paid
                          To whom we hate. Let us not then pursue
                          By force impossible, by leave obtain'd [ 250 ]
                          Unacceptable, though in Heav'n, our state
                          Of splendid vassalage, but rather seek
                          Our own good from our selves, and from our own
                          Live to our selves, though in this vast recess,
                          Free, and to none accountable, preferring [ 255 ]
                          Hard liberty before the easie yoke
                          Of servile Pomp. Our greatness will appeer
                          Then most conspicuous, when great things of small,
                          Useful of hurtful, prosperous of adverse
                          We can create, and in what place so e're [ 260 ]
                          Thrive under evil, and work ease out of pain
                          Through labour and indurance. This deep world
                          Of darkness do we dread? How oft amidst
                          Thick clouds and dark doth Heav'ns all-ruling Sire
                          Choose to reside, his Glory unobscur'd, [ 265 ]
                          And with the Majesty of darkness round
                          Covers his Throne; from whence deep thunders roar
                          Must'ring thir rage, and Heav'n resembles Hell?
                          As he our darkness, cannot we his Light
                          Imitate when we please? This Desart soile [ 270 ]
                          Wants not her hidden lustre, Gemms and Gold;
                          Nor want we skill or Art, from whence to raise
                          Magnificence; and what can Heav'n shew more?
                          Our torments also may in length of time
                          Become our Elements, these piercing Fires [ 275 ]
                          As soft as now severe, our temper chang'd
                          Into their temper; which must needs remove
                          The sensible of pain. All things invite
                          To peaceful Counsels, and the settl'd State
                          Of order, how in safety best we may [ 280 ]
                          Compose our present evils, with regard
                          Of what we are and were, dismissing quite
                          All thoughts of warr: ye have what I advise.

                          He scarce had finisht, when such murmur filld
                          Th' Assembly, as when hollow Rocks retain [ 285 ]
                          The sound of blustring winds, which all night long
                          Had rous'd the Sea, now with hoarse cadence lull
                          Sea-faring men orewatcht, whose Bark by chance
                          Or Pinnace anchors in a craggy Bay
                          After the Tempest: Such applause was heard [ 290 ]
                          As Mammon ended, and his Sentence pleas'd,
                          Advising peace: for such another Field
                          They dreaded worse then Hell: so much the fear
                          Of Thunder and the Sword of Michael
                          Wrought still within them; and no less desire [ 295 ]
                          To found this nether Empire, which might rise
                          By pollicy, and long process of time,
                          In emulation opposite to Heav'n.
                          Which when Beelzebub perceiv'd, then whom,
                          Satan except, none higher sat, with grave [ 300 ]
                          Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd
                          A Pillar of State; deep on his Front engraven
                          Deliberation sat and public care;
                          And Princely counsel in his face yet shon,
                          Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood [ 305 ]
                          With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear
                          The weight of mightiest Monarchies; his look
                          Drew audience and attention still as Night
                          Or Summers Noon-tide air, while thus he spake.

                          Thrones and Imperial Powers, off-spring of heav'n [ 310 ]
                          Ethereal Vertues; or these Titles now
                          Must we renounce, and changing stile be call'd
                          Princes of Hell? for so the popular vote
                          Inclines, here to continue, and build up here
                          A growing Empire; doubtless; while we dream, [ 315 ]
                          And know not that the King of Heav'n hath doom'd
                          This place our ****eon, not our safe retreat
                          Beyond his Potent arm, to live exempt
                          From Heav'ns high jurisdiction, in new League
                          Banded against his Throne, but to remaine [ 320 ]
                          In strictest bondage, though thus far remov'd,
                          Under th' inevitable curb, reserv'd
                          His captive multitude: For he, be sure
                          In heighth or depth, still first and last will Reign
                          Sole King, and of his Kingdom loose no part [ 325 ]
                          By our revolt, but over Hell extend
                          His Empire, and with Iron Scepter rule
                          Us here, as with his Golden those in Heav'n.
                          What sit we then projecting peace and Warr?
                          Warr hath determin'd us, and foild with loss [ 330 ]
                          Irreparable; tearms of peace yet none
                          Voutsaf't or sought; for what peace will be giv'n
                          To us enslav'd, but custody severe,
                          And stripes, and arbitrary punishment
                          Inflicted? and what peace can we return, [ 335 ]
                          But to our power hostility and hate,
                          Untam'd reluctance, and revenge though slow,
                          Yet ever plotting how the Conqueror least
                          May reap his conquest, and may least rejoyce
                          In doing what we most in suffering feel? [ 340 ]
                          Nor will occasion want, nor shall we need
                          With dangerous expedition to invade
                          Heav'n, whose high walls fear no assault or Siege,
                          Or ambush from the Deep. What if we find
                          Some easier enterprize? There is a place [ 345 ]
                          (If ancient and prophetic fame in Heav'n
                          Err not) another World, the happy seat
                          Of some new Race call'd Man, about this time
                          To be created like to us, though less
                          In power and excellence, but favour'd more [ 350 ]
                          Of him who rules above; so was his will
                          Pronounc'd among the Gods, and by an Oath,
                          That shook Heav'ns whol circumference, confirm'd.
                          Thither let us bend all our thoughts, to learn
                          What creatures there inhabit, of what mould, [ 355 ]
                          Or substance, how endu'd, and what thir Power,
                          And where thir weakness, how attempted best,
                          By force or suttlety: Though Heav'n be shut,
                          And Heav'ns high Arbitrator sit secure
                          In his own strength, this place may lye expos'd [ 360 ]
                          The utmost border of his Kingdom, left
                          To their defence who hold it: here perhaps
                          Som advantagious act may be achiev'd
                          By sudden onset, either with Hell fire
                          To waste his whole Creation, or possess [ 365 ]
                          All as our own, and drive as we were driven,
                          The punie habitants, or if not drive,
                          Seduce them to our Party, that thir God
                          May prove thir foe, and with repenting hand
                          Abolish his own works. This would surpass [ 370 ]
                          Common revenge, and interrupt his joy
                          In our Confusion, and our Joy upraise
                          In his disturbance; when his darling Sons
                          Hurl'd headlong to partake with us, shall curse
                          Thir frail Original, and faded bliss, [ 375 ]
                          Faded so soon. Advise if this be worth
                          Attempting, or to sit in darkness here
                          Hatching vain Empires. Thus Beelzebub
                          Pleaded his devilish Counsel, first devis'd
                          By Satan, and in part propos'd: for whence, [ 380 ]
                          But from the Author of all ill could Spring
                          So deep a malice, to confound the race
                          Of mankind in one root, and Earth with Hell
                          To mingle and involve, done all to spite
                          The great Creatour? But thir spite still serves [ 385 ]
                          His glory to augment. The bold design
                          Pleas'd highly those infernal States, and joy
                          Sparkl'd in all thir eyes; with full assent
                          They vote: whereat his speech he thus renews.

                          Well have ye judg'd, well ended long debate, [ 390 ]
                          Synod of Gods, and like to what ye are,
                          Great things resolv'd; which from the lowest deep
                          Will once more lift us up, in spight of Fate,
                          Neerer our ancient Seat; perhaps in view
                          Of those bright confines, whence with neighbouring Arms [ 395 ]
                          And opportune excursion we may chance
                          Re-enter Heav'n; or else in some milde Zone
                          Dwell not unvisited of Heav'ns fair Light
                          Secure, and at the brightning Orient beam
                          Purge off this gloom; the soft delicious Air, [ 400 ]
                          To heal the scarr of these corrosive Fires
                          Shall breath her balme. But first whom shall we send
                          In search of this new world, whom shall we find
                          Sufficient? who shall tempt with wandring feet
                          The dark unbottom'd infinite Abyss [ 405 ]
                          And through the palpable obscure find out
                          His uncouth way, or spread his aerie flight
                          Upborn with indefatigable wings
                          Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive
                          The happy Ile; what strength, what art can then [ 410 ]
                          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, [ 415 ]
                          The weight of all and our last hope relies.

                          This said, he sat; and expectation held
                          His look suspence, awaiting who appeer'd
                          To second, or oppose, or undertake
                          The perilous attempt; but all sat mute, [ 420 ]
                          Pondering the danger with deep thoughts; and each
                          In others count'nance read his own dismay
                          Astonisht: none among the choice and prime
                          Of those Heav'n-warring Champions could be found
                          So hardie as to proffer or accept [ 425 ]
                          Alone the dreadful voyage; till at last
                          Satan, whom now transcendent glory rais'd
                          Above his fellows, with Monarchal pride
                          Conscious of highest worth, unmov'd thus spake.

                          O Progeny of Heav'n, Empyreal Thrones, [ 430 ]
                          With reason hath deep silence and demurr
                          Seis'd us, though undismaid: 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 [ 435 ]
                          Ninefold, and gates of burning Adamant
                          Barr'd over us prohibit all egress.
                          These past, if any pass, the void profound
                          Of unessential Night receives him next
                          Wide gaping, and with utter loss of being [ 440 ]
                          Threatens him, plung'd in that abortive gulf.
                          If thence he scape into whatever world,
                          Or unknown Region, what remains him less
                          Then unknown dangers and as hard escape.
                          But I should ill become this Throne, O Peers, [ 445 ]
                          And this Imperial Sov'ranty, adorn'd
                          With splendor, arm'd with power, if aught propos'd
                          And judg'd of public moment, in the shape
                          Of difficulty or danger could deterr
                          Mee from attempting. Wherefore do I assume [ 450 ]
                          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 [ 455 ]
                          High honourd sits? Go therefore mighty Powers,
                          Terror of Heav'n, though fall'n; intend at home,
                          While here shall be our home, what best may ease
                          The present misery, and render Hell
                          More tollerable; if there be cure or charm [ 460 ]
                          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 enterprize [ 465 ]
                          None shall partake with me. Thus saying rose
                          The Monarch, and prevented all reply,
                          Prudent, least from his resolution rais'd
                          Others among the chief might offer now
                          (Certain to be refus'd) what erst they fear'd; [ 470 ]
                          And so refus'd 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 then his voice
                          Forbidding; and at once with him they rose; [ 475 ]
                          Thir rising all at once was as the sound
                          Of Thunder heard remote. Towards him they bend
                          With awful reverence prone; and as a God
                          Extoll him equal to the highest in Heav'n:
                          Nor fail'd they to express how much they prais'd, [ 480 ]
                          That for the general safety he despis'd
                          His own: for neither do the Spirits ****'d
                          Loose all thir vertue; least bad men should boast
                          Thir specious deeds on earth, which glory excites,
                          Or clos ambition varnisht o're with zeal. [ 485 ]
                          Thus they thir doubtful consultations dark
                          Ended rejoycing in thir matchless Chief:
                          As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds
                          Ascending, while the North wind sleeps, O'respread
                          Heav'ns chearful face, the lowring Element [ 490 ]
                          Scowls ore the dark'nd lantskip Snow, or showre;
                          If chance the radiant Sun with farewell sweet
                          Extend his ev'ning beam, the fields revive,
                          The birds thir notes renew, and bleating herds
                          Attest thir joy, that hill and valley rings. [ 495 ]
                          O shame to men! Devil with Devil ****'d
                          Firm concord holds, men onely disagree
                          Of Creatures rational, though under hope
                          Of heavenly Grace; and God proclaiming peace,
                          Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife [ 500 ]
                          Among themselves, and levie cruel warres,
                          Wasting the Earth, each other to destroy:
                          As if (which might induce us to accord)
                          Man had not hellish foes anow besides,
                          That day and night for his destruction waite. [ 505 ]

                          The Stygian Counsel thus dissolv'd; and forth
                          In order came the grand infernal Peers:
                          Midst came thir mighty Paramount, and seemd
                          Alone th' Antagonist of Heav'n, nor less
                          Than Hells dread Emperour with pomp Supream, [ 510 ]
                          And God-like imitated State; him round
                          A Globe of fierie Seraphim inclos'd
                          With bright imblazonrie, and horrent Arms.
                          Then of thir Session ended they bid cry
                          With Trumpets regal sound the great result: [ 515 ]
                          Toward the four winds four speedy Cherubim
                          Put to thir mouths the sounding Alchymie
                          By Haralds voice explain'd: the hollow Abyss
                          Heard farr and wide, and all the host of Hell
                          With deafning shout, return'd them loud acclaim. [ 520 ]
                          Thence more at ease thir minds and somwhat rais'd
                          By false presumptuous hope, the ranged powers
                          Disband, and wandring, each his several way
                          Pursues, as inclination or sad choice
                          Leads him perplext, where he may likeliest find [ 525 ]
                          Truce to his restless thoughts, and entertain
                          The irksom 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; [ 530 ]
                          Part curb thir fierie Steeds, or shun the Goal
                          With rapid wheels, or fronted Brigads form.
                          As when to warn proud Cities warr appears
                          Wag'd in the troubl'd Skie, and Armies rush
                          To Battel in the Clouds, before each Van [ 535 ]
                          ***** forth the Aerie Knights, and couch thir Spears
                          Till thickest Legions close; with feats of Arms
                          From either end of Heav'n the welkin burns.
                          Others with vast Typhœan rage more fell
                          Rend up both Rocks and Hills, and ride the Air [ 540 ]
                          In whirlwind; Hell scarce holds the wilde uproar.
                          As when Alcides from Oechalia Crown'd
                          With conquest, felt th' envenom'd robe, and tore
                          Through pain up by the roots Thessalian Pines,
                          And Lichas from the top of Oeta threw [ 545 ]
                          Into th' Euboic Sea. Others more milde,
                          Retreated in a silent valley, sing
                          With notes Angelical to many a Harp
                          Thir own Heroic deeds and hapless fall
                          By doom of Battel; and complain that Fate [ 550 ]
                          Free Vertue should enthrall to Force or Chance.
                          Thir 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 [ 555 ]
                          (For Eloquence the Soul, Song charms the Sense,)
                          Others apart sat on a Hill retir'd,
                          In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
                          Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
                          Fixt Fate, free will, foreknowledg absolute, [ 560 ]
                          And found no end, in wandring mazes lost.
                          Of good and evil much they argu'd then,
                          Of happiness and final misery,
                          Passion and Apathie, and glory and shame,
                          Vain wisdom all, and false Philosophie: [ 565 ]
                          Yet with a pleasing sorcerie could charm
                          Pain for a while or anguish, and excite
                          Fallacious hope, or arm th' obdured brest
                          With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
                          Another part in Squadrons and gross Bands, [ 570 ]
                          On bold adventure to discover wide
                          That dismal world, if any Clime perhaps
                          Might yield them easier habitation, bend
                          Four ways thir flying March, along the Banks
                          Of four infernal Rivers that disgorge [ 575 ]
                          Into the burning Lake thir baleful streams;
                          Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate,
                          Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;
                          Cocytus, nam'd of lamentation loud
                          Heard on the ruful stream; fierce Phlegeton [ 580 ]
                          Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
                          Farr off from these a slow and silent stream,
                          Lethe the River of Oblivion roules
                          Her watrie Labyrinth, whereof who drinks,
                          Forthwith his former state and being forgets, [ 585 ]
                          Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
                          Beyond this flood a frozen Continent
                          Lies dark and wilde, beat with perpetual storms
                          Of Whirlwind and dire Hail, which on firm land
                          Thaws not, but gathers heap, and ruin seems [ 590 ]
                          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. [ 595 ]
                          Thither by harpy-footed Furies hail'd,
                          At certain revolutions all the ****'d
                          Are brought: and feel by turns the bitter change
                          Of fierce extreams, extreams by change more fierce,
                          From Beds of raging Fire to starve in Ice [ 600 ]
                          Thir soft Ethereal warmth, and there to pine
                          Immovable, infixt, and frozen round,
                          Periods of time, thence hurried back to fire.
                          They ferry over this Lethean Sound
                          Both to and fro, thir sorrow to augment, [ 605 ]
                          And wish and struggle, as they pass, to reach
                          The tempting stream, with one small drop to loose
                          In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe,
                          All in one moment, and so neer the brink;
                          But fate withstands, and to oppose th' attempt [ 610 ]
                          Medusa with Gorgonian terror guards
                          The Ford, and of it self the water flies
                          All taste of living wight, as once it fled
                          The lip of Tantalus. Thus roving on
                          In confus'd march forlorn, th' adventrous Bands [ 615 ]
                          With shuddring horror pale, and eyes agast
                          View'd first thir lamentable lot, and found
                          No rest: through many a dark and drearie Vaile
                          They pass'd, and many a Region dolorous,
                          O'er many a Frozen, many a fierie Alpe, [ 620 ]
                          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, [ 625 ]
                          Abominable, inutterable, and worse
                          Then Fables yet have feign'd, or fear conceiv'd,
                          Gorgons and Hydra's, and Chimera's dire.

                          Mean while the Adversary of God and Man,
                          Satan with thoughts inflam'd of highest design, [ 630 ]
                          Puts on swift wings, and towards the Gates of Hell
                          Explores his solitary flight; som times
                          He scours the right hand coast, som times the left,
                          Now shaves with level wing the Deep, then soares
                          Up to the fiery Concave touring high. [ 635 ]
                          As when farr off at Sea a Fleet descri'd
                          Hangs in the Clouds, by Æquinoctial Winds
                          Close sailing from Bengala, or the Iles
                          Of Ternate and Tidore, whence Merchants bring
                          Thir spicie Drugs: they on the Trading Flood [ 640 ]
                          Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape
                          Ply stemming nightly toward the Pole. So seem'd
                          Farr off the flying Fiend: at last appeer
                          Hell bounds high reaching to the horrid Roof,
                          And thrice threefold the Gates; three folds were Brass, [ 645 ]
                          Three Iron, three of Adamantine Rock,
                          Impenetrable, impal'd with circling fire,
                          Yet unconsum'd. Before the Gates there sat
                          On either side a formidable shape;
                          The one seem'd Woman to the waste, and fair, [ 650 ]
                          But ended foul in many a scaly fould
                          Voluminous and vast, a Serpent arm'd
                          With mortal sting: about her middle round
                          A cry of Hell Hounds never ceasing bark'd
                          With wide Cerberian mouths full loud, and rung [ 655 ]
                          A hideous Peal: yet, when they list, would creep,
                          If aught disturb'd thir noyse, into her woomb,
                          And kennel there, yet there still bark'd and howl'd
                          Within unseen. Farr less abhorrd than these
                          Vex'd Scylla bathing in the Sea that parts [ 660 ]
                          Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore:
                          Nor uglier follow the Night-Hag, when call'd
                          In secret, riding through the Air she comes
                          Lur'd with the smell of infant blood, to dance
                          With Lapland Witches, while the labouring Moon [ 665 ]
                          Eclipses at thir charms. The other shape,
                          If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
                          Distinguishable in member, joynt, or limb,
                          Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
                          For each seem'd either; black it stood as Night, [ 670 ]
                          Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,
                          And shook a dreadful Dart; what seem'd his head
                          The likeness of a Kingly Crown had on.
                          Satan was now at hand, and from his seat
                          The Monster moving onward came as fast [ 675 ]
                          With horrid strides, Hell trembled as he strode.
                          Th' undaunted Fiend what this might be admir'd,
                          Admir'd, not fear'd; God and his Son except,
                          Created thing naught valu'd he nor shun'd
                          And with disdainful look thus first began. [ 680 ]

                          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 askt of thee: [ 685 ]
                          Retire, or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,
                          Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n.

                          To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd,
                          Art thou that Traitor Angel, art thou hee,
                          Who first broke peace in Heav'n and Faith, till then [ 690 ]
                          Unbrok'n, and in proud rebellious Arms
                          Drew after him the third part of Heav'ns Sons
                          Conjur'd against the highest, for which both Thou
                          And they outcast from God, are here condemn'd
                          To waste Eternal dayes in woe and pain? [ 695 ]
                          And reck'n'st thou thy self with Spirits of Heav'n,
                          Hell-doom'd, 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, [ 700 ]
                          Least with a whip of Scorpions I pursue
                          Thy lingring, or with one stroke of this Dart
                          Strange horror seise thee, and pangs unfelt before.

                          So spake the grieslie terror, and in shape,
                          So speaking and so threatning, grew tenfold [ 705 ]
                          More dreadful and deform: on th' other side
                          Incenst with indignation Satan stood
                          Unterrifi'd, and like a Comet burn'd,
                          That fires the length of Ophiucus huge
                          In th' Artick Sky, and from his horrid hair [ 710 ]
                          Shakes Pestilence and Warr. Each at the Head
                          Level'd his deadly aime; thir fatall hands
                          No second stroke intend, and such a frown
                          Each cast at th' other, as when two black Clouds
                          With Heav'ns Artillery fraught, come rattling on [ 715 ]
                          Over the Caspian, then stand front to front
                          Hov'ring a space, till Winds the signal blow
                          To join thir dark Encounter in mid air:
                          So frownd the mighty Combatants, that Hell
                          Grew darker at thir frown, so matcht they stood; [ 720 ]
                          For never but once more was either like
                          To meet so great a foe: and now great deeds
                          Had been achiev'd, whereof all Hell had rung,
                          Had not the Snakie Sorceress that sat
                          Fast by Hell Gate, and kept the fatal Key, [ 725 ]
                          Ris'n, and with hideous outcry rush'd between.

                          O Father, what intends thy hand, she cry'd,
                          Against thy only Son? What fury O Son,
                          Possesses thee to bend that mortal Dart
                          Against thy Fathers head? and know'st for whom; [ 730 ]
                          For him who sits above and laughs the while
                          At thee ordain'd his drudge, to execute
                          What e're 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 [ 735 ]
                          Forbore, then these to her Satan return'd:

                          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, [ 740 ]
                          What thing thou art, thus double-form'd, and why
                          In this infernal Vaile first met thou call'st
                          Me Father, and that Fantasm call'st my Son?
                          I know thee not, nor ever saw till now
                          Sight more detestable then him and thee. [ 745 ]

                          T' whom thus the Portress of Hell Gate reply'd;
                          Hast thou forgot me then, and do I seem
                          Now in thine eye so foul, once deemd so fair
                          In Heav'n, when at th' Assembly, and in sight
                          Of all the Seraphim with thee combin'd [ 750 ]
                          In bold conspiracy against Heav'ns King,
                          All on a sudden miserable pain
                          Surprisd thee, dim thine eyes, and dizzie swumm
                          In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast
                          Threw forth, till on the left side op'ning wide, [ 755 ]
                          Likest to thee in shape and count'nance bright,
                          Then shining Heav'nly fair, a Goddess arm'd
                          Out of thy head I sprung; amazement seis'd
                          All th' Host of Heav'n back they recoild affraid
                          At first, and call'd me Sin, and for a Sign [ 760 ]
                          Portentous held me; but familiar grown,
                          I pleas'd, and with attractive graces won
                          The most averse, thee chiefly, who full oft
                          Thy self in me thy perfect image viewing
                          Becam'st enamour'd, and such joy thou took'st [ 765 ]
                          With me in secret, that my womb conceiv'd
                          A growing burden. Mean while Warr arose,
                          And fields were fought in Heav'n; wherein remaind
                          (For what could else) to our Almighty Foe
                          Cleer Victory, to our part loss and rout [ 770 ]
                          Through all the Empyrean: down they fell
                          Driv'n 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 hand was giv'n, with charge to keep [ 755 ]
                          These Gates for ever shut, which none can pass
                          Without my op'ning. 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. [ 780 ]
                          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
                          Transform'd: but he my inbred enemie [ 785 ]
                          Forth issu'd, brandishing his fatal Dart
                          Made to destroy: I fled, and cry'd out Death;
                          Hell trembl'd at the hideous Name, and sigh'd
                          From all her Caves, and back resounded Death.
                          I fled, but he pursu'd (though more, it seems, [ 790 ]
                          Inflam'd with lust then rage) and swifter far,
                          Mee overtook his mother all dismaid,
                          And in embraces forcible and foule
                          Ingendring with me, of that rape begot
                          These yelling Monsters that with ceasless cry [ 795 ]
                          Surround me, as thou sawst, hourly conceiv'd
                          And hourly born, with sorrow infinite
                          To me, for when they list into the womb
                          That bred them they return, and howle and gnaw
                          My Bowels, thir repast; then bursting forth [ 800 ]
                          A fresh with conscious terrours vex me round,
                          That rest or intermission none I find.
                          Before mine eyes in opposition sits
                          Grim Death my Son and foe, who sets them on,
                          And me his Parent would full soon devour [ 805 ]
                          For want of other prey, but that he knows
                          His end with mine involvd; and knows that I
                          Should prove a bitter Morsel, and his bane,
                          Whenever that shall be; so Fate pronounc'd.
                          But thou O Father, I forewarn thee, shun [ 810 ]
                          His deadly arrow; neither vainly hope
                          To be invulnerable in those bright Arms,
                          Though temper'd heav'nly, for that mortal dint,
                          Save he who reigns above, none can resist.

                          She finish'd, and the suttle Fiend his lore [ 815 ]
                          Soon learnd, now milder, and thus answerd smooth.
                          Dear Daughter, since thou claim'st me for thy Sire,
                          And my fair Son here showst me, the dear pledge
                          Of dalliance had with thee in Heav'n, and joys
                          Then sweet, now sad to mention, through dire change [ 820 ]
                          Befalln us unforeseen, unthought of, know
                          I come no enemie, but to set free
                          From out this dark and dismal house of pain,
                          Both him and thee, and all the heav'nly Host
                          Of Spirits that in our just pretenses arm'd [ 825 ]
                          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 wandring quest a place foretold [ 830 ]
                          Should be, and, by concurring signs, ere now
                          Created vast and round, a place of bliss
                          In the Purlieues of Heav'n, and therein plac't
                          A race of upstart Creatures, to supply
                          Perhaps our vacant room, though more remov'd, [ 835 ]
                          Least Heav'n surcharg'd with potent multitude
                          Might hap to move new broiles: Be this or aught
                          Then this more secret now design'd, I haste
                          To know, and this once known, shall soon return,
                          And bring ye to the place where Thou and Death [ 840 ]
                          Shall dwell at ease, and up and down unseen
                          Wing silently the buxom Air, imbalm'd
                          With odours; there ye shall be fed and fill'd
                          Immeasurably, all things shall be your prey.
                          He ceas'd, for both seem'd highly pleasd, and Death [ 845 ]
                          Grinnd horrible a gastly smile, to hear
                          His famine should be fill'd, and blest his mawe
                          Destin'd to that good hour: no less rejoyc'd
                          His mother bad, and thus bespake her Sire.

                          The key of this infernal Pit by due, [ 850 ]
                          And by command of Heav'ns all-powerful King
                          I keep, by him forbidden to unlock
                          These Adamantine Gates; against all force
                          Death ready stands to interpose his dart,
                          Fearless to be o'rmatcht by living might. [ 855 ]
                          But what ow I to his commands above
                          Who hates me, and hath hither thrust me down
                          Into this gloom of Tartarus profound,
                          To sit in hateful Office here confin'd,
                          Inhabitant of Heav'n, and heav'nlie-born, [ 860 ]
                          Here in perpetual agonie and pain,
                          With terrors and with clamors compasst round
                          Of mine own brood, that on my bowels feed:
                          Thou art my Father, thou my Author, thou
                          My being gav'st me; whom should I obey [ 865 ]
                          But thee, whom follow? thou wilt bring me soon
                          To that new world of light and bliss, among
                          The Gods who live at ease, where I shall Reign
                          At thy right hand voluptuous, as beseems
                          Thy daughter and thy darling, without end. [ 870 ]

                          Thus saying, from her side the fatal Key,
                          Sad instrument of all our woe, she took;
                          And towards the Gate rouling her bestial train,
                          Forthwith the huge Porcullis high up drew,
                          Which but her self not all the Stygian powers [ 875 ]
                          Could once have mov'd; then in the key-hole turns
                          Th' intricate wards, and every Bolt and Bar
                          Of massie Iron or sollid Rock with ease
                          Unfast'ns: on a sudden op'n flie
                          With impetuous recoile and jarring sound [ 880 ]
                          Th' infernal dores, and on thir hinges grate
                          Harsh Thunder, that the lowest bottom shook
                          Of Erebus. She op'nd, but to shut
                          Excel'd her power; the Gates wide op'n stood,
                          That with extended wings a Bannerd Host [ 885 ]
                          Under spread Ensigns marching might pass through
                          With Horse and Chariots rankt in loose array;
                          So wide they stood, and like a Furnace mouth
                          Cast forth redounding smoak and ruddy flame.
                          Before thir eyes in sudden view appear [ 890 ]
                          The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark
                          Illimitable Ocean without bound,
                          Without dimension, where length, breadth, & highth,
                          And time and place are lost; where eldest Night
                          And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold [ 895 ]
                          Eternal Anarchie, amidst the noise
                          Of endless Warrs, and by confusion stand.
                          For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce
                          Strive here for Maistrie, and to Battel bring
                          Thir embryon Atoms; they around the flag [ 900 ]
                          Of each his faction, in thir several Clanns,
                          Light-arm'd or heavy, sharp, smooth, swift or slow,
                          Swarm populous, unnumber'd as the Sands
                          Of Barca or Cyrene's torrid soil,
                          Levied to side with warring Winds, and poise [ 905 ]
                          Thir lighter wings. To whom these most adhere,
                          Hee rules a moment; Chaos Umpire sits,
                          And by decision more imbroiles the fray
                          By which he Reigns: next him high Arbiter
                          Chance governs all. Into this wilde Abyss, [ 910 ]
                          The Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave,
                          Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire,
                          But all these in thir pregnant causes mixt
                          Confus'dly, and which thus must ever fight,
                          Unless th' Almighty Maker them ordain [ 915 ]
                          His dark materials to create more Worlds,
                          Into this wild Abyss the warie fiend
                          Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while,
                          Pondering his Voyage: for no narrow frith
                          He had to cross. Nor was his eare less peal'd [ 920 ]
                          With noises loud and ruinous (to compare
                          Great things with small) then when Bellona storms,
                          With all her battering Engines bent to rase
                          Som Capital City; or less then if this frame
                          Of Heav'n were falling, and these Elements [ 925 ]
                          In mutinie had from her Axle torn
                          The stedfast Earth. At last his Sail-broad Vannes
                          He spreads for flight, and in the surging smoak
                          Uplifted spurns the ground, thence many a League
                          As in a cloudy Chair ascending rides [ 930 ]
                          Audacious, but that seat soon failing, meets
                          A vast vacuitie: all unawares
                          Fluttring his pennons vain plumb down he drops
                          Ten thousand fadom deep, and to this hour
                          Down had been falling, had not by ill chance [ 935 ]
                          The strong rebuff of som tumultuous cloud
                          Instinct with Fire and Nitre hurried him
                          As many miles aloft: that furie stay'd,
                          Quencht in a Boggy Syrtis, neither Sea,
                          Nor good dry Land: nigh founderd on he fares, [ 940 ]
                          Treading the crude consistence, half on foot,
                          Half flying; behoves him now both Oare and Saile.
                          As when a Gryfon through the Wilderness
                          With winged course ore Hill or moarie Dale,
                          Pursues the Arimaspian, who by stelth [ 945 ]
                          Had from his wakeful custody purloind
                          The guarded Gold: So eagerly the fiend
                          Ore bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
                          With head, hands, wings, or feet pursues his way,
                          And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flyes: [ 950 ]
                          At length a universal hubbub wilde
                          Of stunning sounds and voices all confus'd
                          Borne through the hollow dark assaults his eare
                          With loudest vehemence: thither he plyes,
                          Undaunted to meet there what ever power [ 955 ]
                          Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss
                          Might in that noise reside, of whom to ask
                          Which way the neerest coast of darkness lyes
                          Bordering on light; when strait behold the Throne
                          Of Chaos, and his dark Pavilion spread [ 960 ]
                          Wide on the wasteful Deep; with him Enthron'd
                          Sat Sable-vested Night, eldest of things,
                          The Consort of his Reign; and by them stood
                          Orcus and Ades, and the dreaded name
                          Of Demogorgon; Rumor next and Chance, [ 965 ]
                          And Tumult and Confusion all imbroild,
                          And Discord with a thousand various mouths.

                          T' whom Satan turning boldly, thus. Ye Powers
                          And Spirits of this nethermost Abyss,
                          Chaos and ancient Night, I come no Spy, [ 970 ]
                          With purpose to explore or to disturb
                          The secrets of your Realm, but by constraint
                          Wandring this darksome Desart, as my way
                          Lies through your spacious Empire up to light,
                          Alone, and without guide, half lost, I seek [ 975 ]
                          What readiest path leads where your gloomie bounds
                          Confine with Heav'n; or if som other place
                          From your Dominion won, th' Ethereal King
                          Possesses lately, thither to arrive
                          I travel this profound, direct my course; [ 980 ]
                          Directed no mean recompence it brings
                          To your behoof, if I that Region lost,
                          All usurpation thence expell'd, reduce
                          To her original darkness and your sway
                          (Which is my present journey) and once more [ 985 ]
                          Erect the Standard there of ancient Night;
                          Yours be th' advantage all, mine the revenge.

                          Thus Satan; and him thus the Anarch old
                          With faultring speech and visage incompos'd
                          Answer'd. I know thee, stranger, who thou art, [ 990 ]
                          That mighty leading Angel, who of late
                          Made head against Heav'ns King, though overthrown.
                          I saw and heard, for such a numerous Host
                          Fled not in silence through the frighted deep
                          With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, [ 995 ]
                          Confusion worse confounded; and Heav'n Gates
                          Pourd out by millions her victorious Bands
                          Pursuing. I upon my Frontieres here
                          Keep residence; if all I can will serve,
                          That little which is left so to defend [ 1000 ]
                          Encroacht on still through our intestine broiles
                          Weakning the Scepter of old Night: first Hell
                          Your ****eon stretching far and wide beneath;
                          Now lately Heaven and Earth, another World
                          Hung ore my Realm, link'd in a golden Chain [ 1005 ]
                          To that side Heav'n from whence your Legions fell:
                          If that way be your walk, you have not farr;
                          So much the neerer danger; go and speed;
                          Havock and spoil and ruin are my gain.

                          He ceas'd; and Satan staid not to reply, [ 1010 ]
                          But glad that now his Sea should find a shore,
                          With fresh alacritie and force renew'd
                          Springs upward like a Pyramid of fire
                          Into the wilde expanse, and through the shock
                          Of fighting Elements, on all sides round [ 1015 ]
                          Environ'd wins his way; harder beset
                          And more endanger'd, then when Argo pass'd
                          Through Bosporus betwixt the justling Rocks:
                          Or when Ulysses on the Larbord shunnd
                          Charybdis, and by th' other whirlpool steard. [ 1020 ]
                          So he with difficulty and labour hard
                          Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour hee;
                          But hee once past, soon after when man fell,
                          Strange alteration! Sin and Death amain
                          Following his track, such was the will of Heav'n, [ 1025 ]
                          Pav'd after him a broad and beat'n way
                          Over the dark Abyss, whose boiling Gulf
                          Tamely end
                          These people stop at Nothing !

                          Death to IMBRA AND VAWA !

                          God Bless America and no one else !!!

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                            To yonder Gates? through them I mean to pass,
                            That be assured, without leave askt of thee: [ 685 ]
                            Retire, or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,
                            Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n !!!!!!!!!!
                            These people stop at Nothing !

                            Death to IMBRA AND VAWA !

                            God Bless America and no one else !!!

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                            • #15
                              THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU !!!

                              http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ewu1laA2nmI
                              These people stop at Nothing !

                              Death to IMBRA AND VAWA !

                              God Bless America and no one else !!!

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