On Man by him seduced, but on himself 219 rises Treble confusion, wrath, and vengeance poured. and sur- Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool His mighty stature; on each hand the flames Driven backward slope their pointing spires, and, rolled
In billows, leave i' the midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air,
That felt unusual weight; till on dry land He lights-if it were land that ever burned With solid, as the lake with liquid fire, And such appeared in hue as when the force 230 Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus, or the shattered side Of thundering Etna, whose combustible And fuelled entrails, thence conceiving fire, Sublimed with mineral fury, aid the winds, And leave a singèd bottom all involved
With stench and smoke. Such resting found the sole
Of unblest feet. Him followed his next mate; Both glorying to have scaped the Stygian flood As gods, and by their own recovered strength, 240 Not by the sufferance of supernal power.
Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,' Said then the lost Archangel, this the seat That we must change for Heaven?—this mourn- ful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he Who now is sovran can dispose and bid
What shall be right: farthest from him is best, Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made
'Here Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields, at least Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, 251 Receive thy new possessor-one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all, but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: 260 Here we may reign secure; and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven. But wherefore let we then our faithful friends, The associates and co-partners of our loss, Lie thus astonished on the oblivious pool, And call them not to share with us their part In this unhappy mansion, or once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regained in Heaven, or what more lost in Hell?' So Satan spake; and hir Beelzebub Thus answered:-Leader of those armies bright Which, but the Omnipotent, none could have foiled!
If once they hear that voice, their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers-heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle, when it raged, in all assaults Their surest signal-they will soon resume New courage and revive, though now they lie Grovelling and prostrate on yon lake of fire, 280
Thick as dead leaves the fallen
As we erewhile, astounded and amazed; No wonder, fallen such a pernicious highth!' He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous Angels lie
Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesolè, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe. His spear to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand→→→ He walked with, to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle, not like those steps On Heaven's azure; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire. Nathless he so endured, till on the beach Of that inflamèd sea he stood, and called His legions-Angel Forms, who lay entranced Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades High over-arched embower; or scattered sedge Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion armed Hath vexed the Red-Sea coast, whose waves o'erthrew
Busiris and his Memphian chivalry,
While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld From the safe shore their floating carcases And broken chariot-wheels. So thick bestrown, Abject and lost, lay these, covering the flood,
'Arise, Under amazement of their hideous change. or be He called so loud that all the hollow deep for ever Of Hell resounded :—“ Princes, Potentates, Warriors, the Flower of Heaven-once yours; now lost,
If such astonishment as this can seize
Eternal Spirits! Or have ye chosen this place After the toil of battle to repose
Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find To slumber here, as in the vales of Heaven? Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the Conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and Seraph rolling in the flood With scattered arms and ensigns, till anon His swift pursuers from Heaven-gates discern The advantage, and, descending, tread us down Thus drooping, or with linkèd thunderbolts Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf ?— Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen!'
They heard, and were abashed, and up they
Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch, On duty sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel ; Yet to their General's voice they soon obeyed Innumerable. As when the potent rod Of Amram's son, in Egypt's evil day, Waved round the coast, up-called a pitchy cloud Of locusts, warping on the eastern wind, That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like Night, and darkened all the land of Nile ; So numberless were those bad Angels seen
Hovering on wing under the cope of Hell, 'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding fires; Till, as a signal given, the uplifted spear Of their great Sultan waving to direct Their course, in even balance down they light On the firm brimstone, and fill all the plain: 350 A multitude like which the populous North Poured never from her frozen loins to pass Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous sons Came like a deluge on the South, and spread Beneath Gibraltar to the Libyan sands. Forthwith, from every squadron and each band, The heads and leaders thither haste where stood Their great Commander-godlike Shapes, and Forms
Excelling human; princely Dignities;
And Powers that erst in Heaven sat on thrones, 360 Though of their names in Heavenly records now Be no memorial, blotted out and rased
By their rebellion from the Books of Life. Nor had they yet among the sons of Eve Got them new names, till, wandering o'er the earth,
Through God's high sufferance for the trial of
By falsities and lies the greatest part Of mankind they corrupted to forsake God their Creator, and the invisible
Glory of him that made them to transform 370 Oft to the image of a brute, adorned
With gay religions full of pomp and gold, And devils to adore for deities:
Then were they known to men by various names, And various idols through the Heathen World
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