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And high permission of all-ruling Heaven
Left him at large to his own dark designs ;
That with reiterated crimes he might
Heap on himself damnation, while he sought 215
Evil to others; and, enrag'd, might see
How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth
Infinite goodness, grace and mercy shown
On Man by him seduc'd; but on himself
Treble confusion, wrath and vengeance pour'd. 220
Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
His mighty stature ; on cach hand the flames
Driv'n backward slope their pointing spires, and

In billows, leave ith’ midst a horrid vale.
Then with expanded wings he steers his flight 225
Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air
That felt unusual weight, till on dry land
He lights, if it were land that ever burn'd
With solid, as thc lake with liquid fire,
And such appear'd in hue, as when the force 230
Of subterranean wind transports a hill
Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side
Of thund'ring ina, whose combustible
And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire,
Sublim'd with min'ral fury, aid the winds, 235
And leave a singed bottom all involv'd
With steach and smoke :-such resting found the

sole Of unblest feet. Him follow'd his next mate, Both glorying to have 'scap'd thc Stygian flood

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As gods, and by their own recover'd strength, 240 Not by the suff'rance of supernal Pow'r.

Is this the region, this the soil, the clime, Said then the lost Arch-angel, this the seat That we must change for Heav'n, this mournfut

gloom For that celestial light ? Be' it so, since he 245 Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid What shall be right : farthest from him is best, Whom reas’on hath equalld, force hath made

supreme Above his equals. Farewel happy fields ! Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail Horrors! hail 250 Infernal World ! and thou- profoundest Hell ! Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heav’n of Hell, a hell of Heav'n. , 23. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder had made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th’ Almighty hath not built Here for his envy will not drive us hence: 260 Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n. But wherefore let we then our faithful friends, Th' associates and copartners of our loss,

265 Lie th:is astonish'd on th' oblivious pool, And call then not to share with us their part

In this unhappy mansion, or once more
With rallied arms to try 'what may be yet
Regain'd in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell? 270

So Satan spake, and him Beëlzebub
Thus answer'd. Leader of those armies bright!
Which but th’Omnipotent none could have foild,
If once they hear that voice--their liveliest pledge
Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft 275
In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
Of battel when it rag'd, in all assaults -
Their surest signal they will soon resume
New courage and revive, though now they lie
Grovelling and prostrate on yon lake of fire, 280
(As we cre while) astounded and amaz'd,
No wonder ! fall’n such a pernicious highth.

He scarce had ceas’d, when the superior Fiend Was moving tow’ard the shore ; his pond'rous

shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesolé, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe :His spear, to equal which the tallest pinc Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps

293 Over the burning marle (not like those steps


On Heaven's azure) and the torrid cline
Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire :
Nathless he so indur'd, till on the beach
Of that inflamed sea he stood, and call'd 300
His legions, angel forms, who lay intranc'd
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades
High over-arch'd imbow'r ; or scatter'd sedge
Aflote, when with fierce winds Orion arm'd 305
Hath vex'd the Red-sca coast, whose waves o'er-

Busiris and his Memphian chivalry,
While with perfidious hatred they pursued
The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
Erom the safe shore their floting carcases 310
And broken chariot wheels, so thick bestrown
Abject and lost lay these, covering the flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He call's so loud, that all the hollow deep
Of Hell resounded. Princes ! Potentates ! 315
Warriors ! the flow'r of Heav'n! once yours, now

If such astonishment as this can scize
Eternal spi'rits ; or have you chos'n this place
After the toil of battel to repose
Your wearicd virtue, for the case you find
To slumber here, as in the vales of Heav'n?
Or in this abject posture

To' adore the Conqueror ! who now beholds
Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood


ye sworn

With scatter'd arms and ensigns, till anon 825
His swift pursuers from Heav'n gates discern
Th' advantage, and descending tread us down
Thus drooping, or with linked thunderbolts
Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf.
Awake! arise ! or be for ever fallin.

330 They heard, and were abash’d, and up they

sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceive the evil plight 335 In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their General's voice they soon obey'd Innumerable. As when the potent rod Of Amram's son, in Egypt's evil day, Wav'd round the coast, up callid a pitchy cloud Of locusts, warping on the eastern wind, 341 That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night, and darkeu'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were those bad angels seen Hov'ring on wing under the cope of Hell 345 'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding fires ; Till, as a signal giv'n, th’ uplifted spear Of their great Sultan waving to direct Their course, in even balance down they light On the firm brimstone, and fill all the plain; 350 A multitude, like which the pop’lous North Pour'd never from her frozen loins, to pass Rhene or the Danaw, when her barb'rous SORS

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