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LA BELLE ASSEMBLÉE,
COURT AND FASHIONABLE
FOR THE FIRST VOLUME OF THE NEW SERIES.
The Seventh Pumber.
PARADISE LOST, BY MILTON.
EMBELLISHED WITH AN ELEGANT PORTRAIT OF MILTON
PRINTED BY AND FOR JOHN BELL, PROPRIETOR OF THE WEEKLY MESSENGER,
SOUTIIAN PTON-STREET, STRAND, JULY 1,
Engraven from an original Picture for the 7th bcing the supplimental Number to the
New Series of La Belle Assemblee.
A POEM IN TWELVE BOOKS.
THE ARGUMENT. This first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole subject, Man's disobedience, and the loss thereupon of Paradise wherein he was placed: then touches the prime cause of his fall, the Serpent, or rather Satan in the Serpent; who revolting from God, and drawing to his side many legions of Angels, was by the command of God driven out of heaven with all his crew into the great deep. Which action passed over, the poem hasters into the midst of things, pissenting Satan with his Angels now falling into hell described here, not in the centre (fur heaven and earth may be supposed as yet not made, certainly not yet accursed) but in a place of utter darkness, fitlicst called Chaos. Here Satan with his Angels lyiug on the burning lake, thunder-struck aud astonished, after a certain space recovers, as from confusion, calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by him; they confer of their miserable fall, Satau awakeny all his legions, who lay till then confounded. They rise, their numbers, array of battle, their chief leaders named, according to the idols knowu afterwards in Canaan and the countries adjoining. To these Satan directshis speech, comforts them with the hope of reyajuing heaven, but tells them lastly of a new world and new kind of creature to be created, according to an ancient prophecy or report in heaven; for that Angels were long before this visible creation, was the opinion of many ancient Fathers. To find out the truth of this prophecy, and what to determine thereon, he refers to a full council. What his associates thence attempt. Pandemonium the palace of Satan rises, suddenly built out of the deep. The infernal peers there sit in council.
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit The mother of mankind, what time his pride
To set himself in glory above his peers,
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous song,
In adamantine chains and penal fire, That with no middle flight intends to soar Who durst defy th’Omnipotent to arms. Above th' Aomian niount, while it pursues
Nine times the space that measures day and Things umattempted yet in pose or rhyme.
night And chietly Thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Before all temples tl' upriglat heart and pure, | Lay vanquish’d, rolling in the fiery gulf Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from Coufoundeil, though immortal : but his doom the first
[spread | Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the Wast present, and with mighty wings out thought Dove-like satst brooding on the vast abyss, Both of lost happiness and lasting pain [eyes, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark Torments him; round he throws his baleful Illumine, what is low raise and support!
That witness a huge affliction and dismay That to the height of this great argument Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast bate : I may assert eternal Providence,
At once, as far as augels' ken, he views Aud justify the ways of God to men. [view, The dismal situation waste and wild;
Say tirst, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy | A dungeon horrible on all sides round Nor the deep tract of hell, say first what cause As one great furnace fan'd, yet from those Dov'd our grand parents, in that happy state,
fames Favour'd of Heav'u so highly, to fall off No light, but rather darkness visible, From their Creator, and transgress lis will Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, For one restraint, lords of the world besides? Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where Peace Who first reduc'd them to that foul revolt? And Rest can vever dwell, Hope never comes Tl'inferna! Serpent; he it was, whose guile, That comes to all; but torture without end Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed No.I.