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Woe to th' inhabitants on earth! that now, 5
While time was, our first Parents had been warn'd
The coming of their secret Foe, and 'scap'd,
Haply so 'scap'd his mortal snare: for now
Satan, now first inflam'd with rage, came down,
The tempter ere th' accuser of Mankind, 10
To wreck on innocent frail Man his loss
Of that first battel, and his flight to Hell :
Yet not rejoicing in his speed, though bold
Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast,
Begins his dire attempt, which nigh the birth 15
Now rolling boils in his tumultuous breast,
And like a devi'lish engine back recoils
Upon himself; horror and doubt distract
His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir
The hell within him; for within him hell 20
He brings, and round about him, nor from hell
One step no more than from himself can fly
By change of place:- now Conscience wakes Despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be 25
Worse ; of worse deeds worse sufferings must

ensue.
Sometimes towards Eden, which now in his view
Lay pleasant, his griev'd look he fixes sad;
Sometimes tow’ards Heav'n and the full-blazing sun,
Which now sat high in his meridian tow'r: 30
Then much revolving, thus in sighs began.

O Thou that with surpassing glory crown’d, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the God

Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminish'd heads; to thee I call, 35
But with no friendly voice, and add thy name
O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams,
That bring to my remembrance from what state
I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere;
Tili pride and worse ambition threw me down 40
Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless King:
Ah wherefore! he deserv'd no such return
From me, whom he created what I was
In that bright eminence, and with his good
Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. 45
What could be less than to afford him praise,
The easiest recompence, and pay him thanks,
How due! yet all his good prov'd ill in me,
And wrought but malice; lifted up so high
I sdcign'd subjection, and thought one step higher
Would set me hig'hest, and in a moment quit
The debt immense of endless gratitude,
So burdensome still paying, still to owe,
Forgetful what from him I still receiv’d,
And understood not that a grateful mind

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By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharg'd; what burden then?
O had his powerful destiny ordain’d
Me some inferior angel, I had stood
Then happy; no unbounded hope had rais'd 60
Ambition. Yet why not? some other power
As great might have aspir’d, and me though mean
Drawn to his part; but other powers as great

Fell not, but stand unshaken, from within
Or from without, to all temptations arm’d. 65
Hadst thou the same free will and power to stand ?
Thou hadst: whom hast thou then or what tac-
But Heav'n's free love dealt equally to all ? [cuse,
Be then his love accursid, since love or hate,
To me alike, it deals eternal woe.

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Nay curs'd be thou: since against his thy will
Chose freely what it now so justly rues.
Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ?
Which

way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; 75 And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat’ning to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. O then at last relent: is there no place Left for repentance, none for pardon left? 80 None left but by submission; and that word Disdain forbids me,

and my dread of shame Among the spi'rits beneath, whom I seduc'd With other promises and other vaunts Than to submit, boasting I could subdue 85 Th' Omnipotent. Ay me, they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain, Under what torments inwardly I groan, While they adore me on the throne of Hell. With diadem and sceptre high advanc'd

90 The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds. But say I could repent, and could obtain

By act of grace my former state ; how soon 94
Would highth recal high thoughts, how soon unsay
What feign’d submission swore ? ease would recant
Vows made in pain, as violent and void:
For never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep:
Which would but lead me to a worse relapse 100
And heavier fall: so should I purchase dear
Short intermission bought with double smart.
This knows my Punisher; therefore as far
From granting he, as I from begging peace:
All hope excluded thus, behold in stead 105
Of us out-cast, exild, his new delight,
Mankind created, and for him this world.
So farewel Hope, and with hope farewel Fear,
Farewel Remorse : all good to me is lost;
Evil be thou my good; by thee at least

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Divided empire with Heav'n's King I old,
By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign;
As Man ere long, and this new world shall know.
Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his

face Thrice chang'd with pale, ire, envy, and despair ; Which marr'd his borrow'd visage, and betray'd 116 Him counterfeit, if any eye beheld. For heav'nly minds from such distempers foul Are ever clear. Whereof he soon aware, Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calm, Artificer of fraud; and was the first

121 1 hat practis'd falsehood under saintly show,

Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge:
Yet not enough had pragtis'd to deceive
Uriel once warn'd; whose eye pursued him down
The

way he went, and on th’ Assyrian mount 126 Saw him disfigur’d, more than could befal Spirit of happy sort :. his

gestures

fierce He mark’d and mad demeanor, then alone, As he suppos’d, all unobserv’d, unseen.

130 So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her inclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides 133 With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access deny'd; and over head up grew Insuperable highth of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend 140 Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view. Yet higher than their tops The verd'rous wall of Paradise up sprung: Which to our general Sire gave prospect large Into his nether empire neighboring round:

145 And higher than that wall a circling row Of goodliest trees loaden with fairest fruit, Blossoms and fruits at once of golden hue, Appear’d, with gay enamellid colors mix'd: On which the sun more glad impress’d his beams Than in fair evening cloud or humid bow,

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