For each seemed either - black it stood as night, 670 680 To whom the goblin full of wrath replied: “ Art thou that traitor-angel, art thou he, 689 Who first broke peace in heaven, and faith, till then Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms Drew after him the third part of heaven's sons, Conjured against the Highest; for which both thou And they, outcast from God, are here condemned To waste eternal days in woe and pain? So spake the grisly terror; and in shape, 710 a Grew darker at their frown; so matched they stood; 720 “O father! what intends thy hand," she cried, 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 callest Me father, and that phantasm callest my son. I know thee not, nor ever saw till now 740 Sight more detestable than him and thee.” To whom thus the portresso 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 753 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 Threw forth, till on the left sideo opening wide, Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright, Then shining heavenly fair, a goddess armed, Out of thy head I sprung. Amazement seized All the host of heaven; back they recoiled,o afraid At first, and called me Sin, and for a sign 760 Portentous held me; but, familiar grown, I pleased, and with attractive graces won The most averse, thee chiefly; who, full oft Thyself in me thy perfect image viewing, Becamest enamored ... Meanwhile war arose, And fields were fought in heaven; wherein remained (For what could else!) to our almighty Foe Clear victory; to our part, loss and rout 770 Through all the Empyrean. Down they fell, Driven headlong from the pitch of heaven, down I 785 Forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart, Made to destroy. I fled,' and cried out Death! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed From all her caves, and back resounded Death! I fled, but he pursued; ... and, swifter far, 791 Me overtook, his mother, all dismayed. ... These yelling monsters,' that with ceaseless cry 795 Surround me, as thou sawest, hourly conceived And hourly born with sorrow infinite To me, . . . with conscious terrors vex me round, 801 , |