Things Periods of time,-thence hurried back to fire. worse They ferry over this Lethean sound
than Both to and fro, their sorrow to augment,
yet have And wish and struggle, as they pass, to reach feigned The tempting stream, with one small drop to lose In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe,
All in one moment, and so near the brink; But Fate withstands, and, to oppose the attempt, 610 Medusa with Gorgonian terror guards
The ford, and of itself the water flies All taste of living wight, as once it fled The lip of Tantalus. Thus roving on
In confused march forlorn, the adventurous bands, With shuddering horror pale, and eyes aghast, Viewed first their lamentable lot, and found No rest. Through many a dark and dreary vale They passed, and many a region dolorous, O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death-
A universe of death, which God by curse Created evil, for evil only good;
Where all life dies, death lives, and Nature breeds,
Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, inutterable, and worse
Than fables yet have feigned or fear conceived, Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimæras dire.
Meanwhile the Adversary of God and Man, Satan, with thoughts inflamed of highest design, 630 Puts on swift wings, and toward the gates of Hell Explores his solitary flight: sometimes
He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left:
Now shaves with level wing the deep, then soars The Up to the fiery concave towering high. As when far off at sea a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles
Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs; they on the trading flood, 640 Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape, Ply stemming nightly toward the pole: so seemed Far off the flying Fiend. At last appear Hell-bounds, high reaching to the horrid roof, And thrice threefold the gates; three folds were brass,
Three iron, three of adamantine rock, Impenetrable, impaled with circling fire, Yet unconsumed. Before the gates there sat On either side a formidable Shape.
The one seemed woman to the waist, and fair, 650 But ended foul in many a scaly fold, Voluminous and vast-a serpent armed With mortal sting. About her middle round A cry of Hell-hounds never-ceasing barked With wide Cerberean mouths full loud, and rung A hideous peal; yet, when they list, would creep, If aught disturbed their noise, into her womb, And kennel there; yet there still barked and howled
Within unseen. Far less abhorred than these Vexed Scylla, bathing in the sea that parts 660 Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore ; Nor uglier follow the night-hag, when, called In secret, riding through the air she comes, Lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance With Lapland witches, while the labouring moon
Another Eclipses at their charms.
Monster If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;
Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either-black it stood as
Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,
And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode. The undaunted Fiend what this might be ad- mired—
Admired, not feared (God and his Son except, Created thing naught valued he nor shunned), 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 asked of thee. Retire; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.'
To whom the Goblin, full of wrath, replied:- 'Art thou that Traitor-Angel, art thou he, Who first broke peace in Heaven and faith, till
Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms
Drew after him the third part of Heaven's sons, Conjured against the Highest-for which both
And they, outcast from God, are here condemned
To waste eternal days in woe and pain? And reckon'st thou thyself with Spirits Heaven,
Hell-doomed, and breath'st defiance here and
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 Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue
Thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt be- fore.'
So spake the grisly Terror, and in shape, So speaking and so threatening, grew tenfold More dreadful and deform. On the other side, Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burned, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair 710 Shakes pestilence and war. Each at the head Levelled his deadly aim; their fatal hands No second stroke intend; and such a frown Each cast at the other as when two black clouds, With heaven's artillery fraught, come rattling on Over the Caspian,-then stand front to front Hovering a space, till winds the signal blow To join their dark encounter in mid-air. So frowned the mighty combatants that Hell Grew darker at their frown; so matched they
For never but once more was either like
To meet so great a foe. And now great deeds Had been achieved, whereof all Hell had rung, Had not the snaky Sorceress, that sat
Sin Fast by Hell-gate and kept the fatal key, declares Risen, and with hideous outcry rushed between. her 'O father, what intends thy hand,' she cried, Against thy only son? What fury, O son,
Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart Against thy father's head?
For him who sits above, and laughs the while At thee, ordained his drudge to execute Whate'er his wrath, which he calls justice, bids- His wrath, which one day will destroy ye both!' She spake, and at her words the hellish Pest Forbore then these to her Satan returned :-
So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange Thou interposest, that my sudden hand, Prevented, spares to tell thee yet by deeds What it intends, till first I know of thee What thing thou art, thus double-formed, and why,
In this infernal vale first met, thou call'st Me father, and that phantasm call'st my son. I know thee not, nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable than him and thee.’
To whom thus the Portress of Hell-gate replied:-
Hast thou forgot me, then; and do I seem Now in thine eye so foul?—once deemed so fair In Heaven, when at the assembly, and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combined In bold conspiracy against Heaven's King, All on a sudden miserable pain
Surprised thee, dim thine eyes and dizzy swum In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast
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