The happy ifle? What flrength, what art can then Suffice, or what évasion bear him fafe 411 This faid, he fat; and expectation held 420 425 Alone the dreadful voyage; till at last Satan, whom now transcendent glory rais'd Above his fellows, with monarchal pride, Conscious of highest worth, unmov'd thus fpake. O progeny of heav'n, empyreal thrones, 430 With reason hath deep silence and demur Seiz'd us, though undismay'd : long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light; Our prison strong; this huge convex of fire, Nutrageous to devour, immures us round 435 Ninefold; and gates of burning adamant, Barr'd over us, prohibit all egress. These pass’d, if any pass, the void profound Of unessential night receives him next Wide gaping, and with utter loss of being Threatens him, plung'd in that abortive If thence he 'scape into whatever world, Or unknown region, what remains him less Tban unknown dangers, and as-bard escape? Bat 440 gulf. But I fhould ill become this throne, O peers, 445 455 460 To respite, or deceive, or flack the pain Of this ill mansion : intermit no watch Against a wakeful foe, while I abroad Through all the coasts of dark destruction seek": Deliv'rance for us all: this enterprise 465 None shall partake with me. Thus faying rose The monarch, and prevented all reply; Prudent, left, from his resolution rais’d, Others among the chief might offer now (Certain to be refus’d,) what erst they fear'd; 470 And, fo refus'd, might in opinion stand His rival; winning cheap the high repute, Which he through hazard huge must earn. But they Dreaded not more th’adventure, than his voice Forbidding; and at once with him they rose : 475 Their rifing all at once was as the found Of thunder heard remote. Towards him they bend With awful reverence prone ; and as a god Extol him equal to the High'est in heav'n: Nor 48! 490 Nor fail'd they to express how much they prais’d, 505 500 With trumpets regal found the great result: 515 Tow’ards the four winds four speedy Cherubim Put to their mouths the founding alchemy, By heralds voice explain’d; the hollow' abyss Heard far and wide, and all the host of hell With deaf'ning thout return'd them loud acclaim. 520 Thence more at ease their minds, and somewhat By false presumptuous hope, the ranged powers (rais'd Difband, and wand'ring, each his several way Pursues, as inclination or sad choice Leads him perplex'd, where he may likeliest find 525 Truce to his restless thoughts, and entertain The irksome hours, till his great chief return. Part on the plain, or in the air sublime, Upon the wing, or in swift race contend, As at th’Olympian games or Pythian fields ; 530 Part curb their fiery steeds, or thun the goal With rapid wheels, or fronted brigades form. As when, to warn proud cities, war appears Wag'd in the troubled sky, and armies ruth To battle in the clouds, before each van 535 up 540 Ву Others apart By doom of battle ; and complain that fate 550 Free virtue should inthrall to force or chance. Their song was partial; but the harmony (What could it less when spi'rits immortal fing?) Suspended hell, and took with ravishment The thronging audience. In discourse more sweet, 555 (For eloquence the soul, fong charms the sense, sát on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, 560 And found no end, in wand'ring mazes loft. Of good and evil much they argu'd then, Of happiness and final misery, Pallion and apathy, and glory' and shame; Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy: 565 Yet, with a pleafing forcery, could charm Pain for a white, or anguilh, and excite Fallacious bope, or arm th' obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. Another part, in squadrons and gross bands, 570 On bold adventure to discover wide That dismal world, if any clime perhaps Might yield them eafier habitation, bend Four ways their flying march, along the banks Of four infernal rivers, that disgorge Into the burning lake their baleful streams; Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate ; Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep; Cocytus, nam'd of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon, 380 Whose waves of torrent fire inftame with rage. Far off from these a flow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her wat'ry labyrinth, whereof who drinks, F 2 Forthwith 575 a |