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Thread: The Return Of Satan

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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 !!!

  2. #2
    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 !!!

  3. #3
    It's really hard to read, all the words clumped together like that.


    Did you get to see Satan then?
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  4. #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

  5. #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 !!!

  6. #6
    Michael, if you edit it and split it up somehow, it would be easier to read.
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    1.800.799.SAFE (7233) 1.800.787.

  7. #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 !!!

  8. #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 !!!

  9. #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

  10. #10
    Well I was trying to be helpful, I guess Satan got the better of you.
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