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550 Of Aates, and soft recorders; such as rais'd To height of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle ; and, instead of rage, Deliberate valour breath’ı, firm and unmoy'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat ; 555 Nor wanting power to initigate and swage, With solemn touches, troubled thoughts, and chare Anguish, and doubt, and fear, and forrow', and pain, From mortal or iminortal minds. Thus they, Breathing united force, with fixed thought
560 Mov'd op in silence to soft pipes, that charm'd Their painful steps o’er the burnt foil: and now Advanc'd in view they stand, a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms, in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield, 565 Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose. He through the armed files Darts his experienc'd eye, and soon traverse The whole battalion views, their order due, Their visages and stature as of gods;
570 Their number last he sums. And now his heart Diltends with pride, and hard'ning in his strength Glories : for never since created man Met such embodied force, as nam'd with these Could merit more than that finall infantry 575 Warr'd on by cranes; though all the giant brood Of Phlegra with th' heroic race were join'd, That fought at Thebes and Ilium, on each side Mix'd with auxiliar gods; and what resounds In fable or romance of Uther's son
580 Begirt with British and Armoric knights ; And all who fince, baptiz'd or infidel, Joufted in Aspramont, or Montalban, Damasco, Marocco, or Trebifond; É 2
Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore, 585
505 Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight fheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. Darken'd lo, yet fhone Above them all th’archangel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had entrench'd, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but caft Signs of remorse and pasfion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather, (Far other once beheld in bliss,) condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain; Millions of spirits for his fault amerc'd Of heav'n, and from eternal fplendours flung 610 For his revolt; yet faithful how they stood, Their glory wither'd: as when heaven's fire Math scath'd the forest-oaks, or mountain-pines, With singed top their stately growth, though bare, Stands on the blafted heath. He now prepar'd 615 To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half-inclose him round With all his peers: attention held them mute. Thrice he estay'd, and thrice, in spite of fcorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth: At last 620
Words interwove with fighs found out their way.
O myriads of immortal spi'rits, O powers Matchless, but with th' Almighty; and that frise Was not inglorious, though th' event was dire, As this place testifies, and this dire change, Hateful to utter : but what power of mind, Foreseeing or presaging, from the depth Of knowledge paft or present, could have feard, How fach united force of gods, how such As stood like these, could ever know repulse? 630 . For who can yet believe, though after loss, That all these prisfant legions, whose exile Hath emptied heav'n, fhall fail to re-ascend, Self-rais'd, and repofefs their native feat ? For me be witness all the host of heaven, 635 If counsels different, or danger fjunnid By me, hare lost our hopes. But he who reigas Monarch in heaven, till then as one secure Sat on his throne, upheld by old repute Consent or culom, and his regal ftate
640 Put forth at full, bnt Aill his ftrength conceal'd, Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall, Henceforth his might me know, and know our own, So as not either to provoke, or dread New war, provok'd; our better part remains, 645 To work in clofe defign, 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 fo rife 650 There went a fame in heaven, that lié ere long Intended to create, and therein plant A generation, whom his choice regard Should favour equal to the fons, of heaven: Thither, if but to pry, fhall be perhaps 6553 Our first eruption, thither cr elsewhere:..
For this infernal pit shall never hold
He spake: and, to confirm his words, outflew
There stood a hill not far, whose grilly top 670 Belch'd fire and rolling fmoke; the rest entire Shone with a gloffy fcurf, undoubted fign, That in his womb was hid metallic, ore, The work of sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed A numerous brigade hasten'd: as when bands 675 Of pioneers, with spade and pick-ax arm'd, Forerun the royal camp, to trench a field, Or cast a rampart. Manimon led them on; Mammon, the least erected fpi'rit that fell From leav'n; for e’en in heav'n his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heav'n's pavement, trodden gold, Than ought divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific: by him first Men alto, and by his fuggestion taught, Ransack'd the centre, and with impious hands Rifled the bowels of their mother earth For treasures better hid. Soon had his crew Open’d into the hill a spacious wound, An digg'd out ribs of gold. Let none admire 690 That riches grow in hell; that foil may best Deserve the precious bane. And here let those
Who boast in mortal things, and wond'ring tell
720 Their kings, when Egypt with Affyria Itrove In wealth and luxury. Th' ascending pile Stood fixd ber stately height; and Itrait the doors Opening their brazen folds discover wide Within her ample spaces, o'er the smooth 725 And level pavement: from the arched roof, Pendent by subtile magie, many a row Of starry lamps and blazing creflets, fed.