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HEN I beheld the poet blind, yet bold,

In slender book his vast design unfold;
Messiah crown'd, God's reconcild decree,
Rebelling angels, the forbidden tree,
Heav'n, hell, earth, chaos, all; the argument
Held me a while misdoubting his intent,
That he would ruin (for I luw bim strong)
The sacred truths to fable and old song;
(So Samson grop'd the temple's posts in spite)
The world o'erwhelining to revenge his fight.

Yet as.I read, still growing less severe,
I lik’d his project, the success dil fear;
Through that wide field how he his way should find,
O'er which lame faith leads waterstanding blind;
Les he perplex’d the things lie would explain,
And what was easy he should render vain.

Or if a work so infinite he spann'd,
Jealous I was that some less skilful hand
(Such as disquiet always what is well,
And by ill.imitating would excel,)
Might hence presume the whole creation's day:
To change in scenes, and how it in a plıy.

Pardon me, mighty. Poet, nor despise
My causeless, yet not impious furmise.
But I am now convinc'd, and none will dare
Within thy labours to pretend a share. .
Thon halt not miss'd one thought that could be fit,
And all that was improper dost omit :
So that no room is here for writers leít,
Put to detect their ignorance or theft.

That majesty which through thy work doth reign,
Draws the devout, deterring the profine,
And things divine thou treat'it of in such state
As them preserves, and thee, inviolate.
At once delight and horror on us feize,
Thou sing'n with so much gravity and ease;
And above human fight dost foar aloft,
With. plume so strong, fo equal, and fo foft.
The bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing
So never flags, but always keeps on wing.

Where could'it thou words of such a compass find?!
Whence furnish such a vast expence of mind?
Just Heav'n thee, like Tirefius, to require,
Rewards with prophecy thy loss of fight.

Well might'st thou fcorn thy readers to allure :
With tiukling.rhyme, of thy own sense secure ;


While the Town Bays writes all the white and fpeits,
And, like a pack-horse, tires withoat his bells :
Their fancies like our bushy-points appear,
The poets tag them, we for fashion wear :
lioo transported by the mode offend,
And while I meant to praise thee, muft commend.
Thy verse created like thy cheme sublime,
la number, weight, and mcasure, needs not rhyme.



THE VERSE. HE measure is English Heroic Verfe, without Virgil in Latin; rhyme being no neceffary adjune or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to. set of wretched matter and lame metre; graced ina deed since by the use of some famous modern poets, carried away by custom; but much to their own vexa ation, hindrance, and constraint, to express many ihings otherwise, and, for the most part, worse than dle they would have expressed them. Not without cause, therefore, fome, both Italian and Spanish rocts of prime note have rejected rhyme, both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best inglish tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial, and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of fyllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling found of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients both in poetry and all good oratory. This neglect then of rhyme so little is to be taken for a defect, though it may seem so perhaps to vulgar readers, that it rather is to be esteemed an example fet, the first in English, of ancient liberty recovered to heroic poem, from the troublesome and modern bondage of rhyming.







This First Book proposes, first, in brief, the whole fub

jeit, Man's disobedience, and the lofs thereupon of Paradise wherein he was placed: Then touches the prime cause of his fall, the ferpent, or rather Satan in the serpent; who, revolting from God, and drawing to his fide many legions of angels, was; by the com.and of God driven out of heaven, with all his crer, into the great deep. Which action pased over, the Poem haftes into the midst of things, presenting Satan, with his angets, now fallen into hell, defcribed béré, not in the centre, (for beaven and earth may be supposed as yet not made, certainly not yet accursed), but in a place of utter darkness, fitlieft called Chaos. Here Satan, with his angels, lying on the burning lake, thunder-struck and astonished, after a certain space recovers, as from confufon, calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by bim: They confer of their miserable fall. Satan awakens all his legions, who lay till then in the famą manner confounded : They rise; their numbers, array of battle, their chief leafer's named, according to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and the countries adjoining. To these Satan directs his speech, comforts them with hope yet of regaining heaven; but tells them, lastly, of a new wo ld and new kind of creature to be created, according to an ancient prophecy 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 prophecy, and wkat to determine thereon, he refers to a full council. What his associaies thence attempt. Pandamonium, the palace of Satan, rises, suddenly built out of the deep: The infernal peers there fit in council.


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F man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal tafte -

Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore as, and regain the blissful feat,

5 Sing heav'nly Mufe, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That fhepherd, who first taught the chosen feed,, 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, Falt by the oracle of God ; I thence Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous fong," That with nomiddle flight intends to foar * Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

And chiefly thou, 0 Spi'rit, that dost prefer . Before all temples th' upright heart and pu.'e,"; laftruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Walt prefent, and with mighty wings outspread 103 Dove-like fat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, -, Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument


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