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Advanc'd in view they stand, a horrid front
Of dreadful length and dazling arms, in guife
Of warriors old with order'd fpear and fhield,
Awaiting what command their mighty chief
Had to impofe: He through the armed files
Darts his experienc'd eye, and foon traverse
The whole battalion views, their order due,
Their vifages and ftature as of Gods :

Their number last he fums. And now his heart
Diftends with pride, and hard'ning in his strength
Glories for never fince created man

Met fuch imbodied force, as nam'd with thefe
Could merit more than that small infantry
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 fide
Mix'd with auxiliar Gods; and what refounds
In fable or romance of Uther's fon

Begirt with British and Armoric knights;
And all who fince, baptiz'd or infidel,
Joufted in Afpramont or Montalban,
Damafco, or Marocco, or Trebifond,
Or whom Biferta fent from Afric fhore,
When Charlemain with all his peerage fell
By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond
Compare of mortal prowefs, yet observ'd
Their dread commander: he above the rest
In fhape and gefture proudly eminent
Stood like a tow'r; his form had yet not loft
All her original brightnefs, nor appear'd

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Lefs than Arch-Angel ruin'd, and th' excess
Of glory' obfcur'd; as when the fun new rifen
Looks through the horizontal mifty air
Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon
In dim eclipse disastrous twilight sheds

On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs. (Darken'd fo, yet shone
Above them all th' Arch-Angel: but his face
Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd, and care
Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows
Of dauntless courage, and confiderate pride
Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but caft
Signs of remorfe and paffion to behold
The fellows of his crime, the followers rather
(Far other once beheld in blifs) 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 fplendors flung
For his revolt, yet faithful how they stood,
Their glory wither'd: as when Heaven's fire
Hath feath'd the foreft oaks, or mountain pines,
With finged top their stately growth though bare
Stands on the blasted heath. He now prepar'd
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 affay'd, and thrice in fpite of fcorn
Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last
Words interwove with fighs found out their way.
O Myriads of immortal Spi'rits, O Powers

Matchlefs,

Matchlefs, but with th' Almighty, and that ftrife
Was not inglorious, though th' event was dire,
As this place teftifies, and this dire change
Hateful to utter: but what pow'r of mind
Foreseeing or prefaging, from the depth
Of knowledge paft or prefent, could have fear'd,
How fuch united force of Gods, how fuch
As stood like thefe, could ever know repulse?
For who can yet believe, though after lofs,
That all these puissant legions, whose exile
Hath emptied Heav'n, fhall fail to re-afcend
Self-rais'd, and repoffefs their native feat ?
For me be witness all the host of Heaven,
If counfels different, or danger fhunn'd
By me, have loft our hopes. But he who reigns
Monarch in Heav'n, till then as one fecure
Sat on his throne, upheld by old repute,

Confent or custom, and his regal state

Put forth at full, but ftill his ftrength conceal'd,
Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall.
Henceforth his might we know, and know our own,
So as not either to provoke, or dread

New war, provok'd; our better part remains
To work in close 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
There went a fame in Heav'n that he ere long
Intended to create, and therein plant

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A generation, whom his choice regard
Should favor equal to the sons of Heaven:
Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps
Our firft eruption, thither or elsewhere:
For this infernal pit shall never hold
Celestial Spirits in bondage, nor th' abyss
Long under darkness cover.
But these thoughts
Full counsel muft mature: Peace is despair'd,
For who can think submission? War then, War
Open or understood must be refolv'd.

He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew Millions of flaming fwords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim; the fudden blaze

Far round illumin'd Hell: highly they rag'd
Against the High'eft, and fierce with grafped arms
Clash'd on their founding fhields the din of war,
Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heaven.

There ftood a hill not far, whofe grifly top
Belch'd fire and rolling smoke; the rest entire
Shone with a gloffy fcurf, undoubted fign
That in his womb was hid metallic ore,
The work of fulphur. Thither wing'd with speed
A numerous brigad haften'd: as when bands
Of pioneers with spade and pickax arm'd
Forerun the royal camp, to trench a field,
Or caft a rampart. Mammon led them on,
Mammon, the least erected Spi'rit that fell

From Heav'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

Than ought divine or holy elfe enjoy'd

In vifion beatific: by him first

Men alfo, and by his fuggeftion taught,

Ranfack'd the center, 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 fpacious wound,

And digg'd out ribs of gold.

That riches grow in Hell;
Deferve the precious bane.

Let none admire

that foil may beft

And here let those

Who boast in mortal things, and wond'ring tell.
Of Babel, and the works of Memphian kings,
Learn how their greatest monuments of fame,
And ftrength, and art, are easily out-done
By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour
What in an age they with inceffant toil
And hands innumerable fearce perform.
Nigh on the plain in many cells prepar'd,
That underneath had veins of liquid fire
Sluc'd from the lake, a fecond multitude
With wond'rous art founded the mafly ore,
Severing each kind, and scumm'd the bullion drofs:
A third as foon had form'd within the ground
A various mould, and from the boiling cells
By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook,
As in an organ from one blaft of wind

To many a row of pipes the found-board breathes.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge
Rofe like an exhalation, with the found
Of dulcet fymphonies and voices fweet,

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