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By ancient Tarsus held, or that sea-beast 2c0
Leviathan, which God of all his works
Created hugest that swim th'ocean stream:
Him haply flumb'ring on the Norway foam
The pilot of some fmall night-founder'd skiff
Deeming fome ifand, oft, as feamen tell, 205
With fixed anchor in his scaly rind
Moors by his side under the lee, while night
Invests the sea, and wished morn delays:
So ftretch'd out huge in length the arch-fiend lay
Chain'd on the burning lake: nor ever thence
Had ris'n, or heav'd his head, but that the will
And high permiflion of all-ruling Heav'n
Left him at large to his own dark designs ;
That with reiterated crimes he might
Heap on himself damnation, while he fought 215
Evil to others; and enrag'd might see
How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth
Infinite goodness, grace and mercy fhown
On man by him feduc'd, but on himself
Treble confufion, wrath and vengeance pour'd. 220
Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
His mighty ftature ; on each hand the flames
Driv'n' backward, slope their pointing spires, and rollid
In billows, leave i'th' midst a horrid vale.
Then with expanded wings he steers his fight 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 folid, 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 lide
Of thund'ring Ætna, whose combustible
And fuel'd intrails thence conceiving fire,


Sublim'd with mineral fury, aid the winds,

235 And leave a finged bottom all involvid With stench and smoke: such resting found the sole Of unbleft feet. Him follow'd his next mate, Both glorying to have 'fcap'd the Stygian flood As gods, and by their own recover'd strength, 240: Not by the suff'rance of supernal pow'r.

Is this the region, this the soil, the clime; Said then the lost archangel, this the seat That we must change for heav'n, this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? B' it so, since he 245 Who' now as Sov’reign can dispose and bid What shall be right: farthest from him is best, Whom reas'n hath equalld, force hath made fupreme Above his equals. Farewel, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells ! Hail horrors, hail 250. Infernal world! and thou profoundest hell Receive thy new poffeffor ; one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself 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 than 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: 26Q; 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 heav'n. But wherefore let we then our faithful friends, Thassociates and copartners of our losss Lie thus astonish'd 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:

Regain d.


Regain’d in heav'n, or what more lost in hell? 2;0

So Satan spake, and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd. Leader of those armies bright, Which but th’Omnipotent none could have foil'd, If once they hear that voice, their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft 275 In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle when it rag'd, in all assaults Their surest signal, they will soon resume New courage and revive, though now they lie Grov'ling and proftrate on yon lake of fire, 280 As we erewhile, astounded and amaz'd, No wonder, falln fuch a pernicious height.

He scarce had ceas'd when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore; his pond'rous shield, Ethereal temper, maffy, large and round, 285 Behind hiin 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 Fefolé, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands,

290 Rivers or mountains in her fpotty globe. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the malt Of some great admiral, were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps

295 Over the burning marle, (not like those steps On heaven's azure,) and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vavlted with fire: Natbless he so endur'd, till on the beach Of that inflamed sea he stood, and call'd

300 His legions, angel-forms, who lay intranc'd Thick as autunnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th'Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbow'r ; or scatter'd fedge

Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion arm'd

Hath vex'd the Red-Sea coast, whc; waves o'erthrew
Busiris and his Memphian chivalry,
While with perfidious hatred they purf'd
The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
From the safe shore their floating carcases. 3103
And broken chariot wheels : So thick beltrown
Abject and lost lay these, cov’ring the flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He callid fo lovd, thạt all the hollow deep
Of hell resounded. Princes, potentates, 315
Warriors, the flow'r of heav'n, once yours, now lost,
If such asłonilhment as this can seize
Eternal spi'rits ; or have ye chos'n this place
After the toil of battle to repose
Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find
To flumber here, as in the vales of heav'n. ?
Or in this abject polture have ye fworn
To'adore the conqueror? who now beholds
Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood
With scatter'd arms and eosigns, till anon. 325
His swift pursuers from heav'n-gates discern
Th’advantage, and defcending tread us down
Thus drooping, or with linked thunder-bolts
Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf.
Awake, arife, or be for ever fall’n.

They heard, and were abalh’d, and up they fprung.
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 gen'ral's voice they foon obey'd
Innumerable. As when the potent rod
Of Amram's fon, in Egypt's evil day,


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Wav'd round the coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud 348
Of locuits, warpi - on the eastern wind,
That o'er 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,

'Twixt upper, nether, and furroonding fires;
Till, as a signal giv'ni, th' 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 porth
Pour'd never from her frozen loins, to pass
Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous fons
Came like a deluge on the south, and fpread
Beneath Gibraltar to the Libian fands.

355 Forthwith from every squadron and each band The heads and leaders thither halte where food Their great commander; god-like shapes and forms Excelling human, princely dignities, And pow'rs that erst in heaven fat on thrones; 360 Tho' of their names in heav'nly records now Be no memorial, blotted out and raz'd By their rebellion from the books of life. Nor had they yet among the sons of Eve

364 Got them' new names ; till wand'ring o'er the earth, Through God's high sofferanee for the trial of man, By falfities and lies the greatest part Of mankind they corrupted to forsake God their Creator, and th' invisible Glory of him that made them to transform Oft to the image of a brute, adorn'd With gay religions full of pomp and gold, And devils to adore for deities : Then were they known to men by various names,



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