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ug some island, oft, as seamen tell,
fixed anchor in his scaly rind,

by his side under the lee, while night
its the sea, and wished morn delays:
retch'd out huge in length the Archfiend lay,
n'd on the burning lake : nor ever thence
risen, or heaved his head; but that the will
high permission of all-ruling Heaven
him at large to his own dark designs ;
at with reiterated crimes he might
ap on himself damnation, while he sought

il to others; and, enraged, might see dw all his malice served but to bring forth finite goodness, grace, and mercy, shown

n Man by him seduced; but on himself reble confusion, wrath, and vengeance, pour'd. Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool His mighty stature : on each hand the flames,

Driven backward, slope their pointing spires, and roll'd In billows, leave i' the midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steers his flight 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 the lake with liquid Gre : And such a ward in hue, as when the force Of subter wind transports a hill Torn fro as, or the shatter'd side Of thun Etna, whose combustible And fur Is thence conceiving fire, Sublim

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Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
His inmost counsels from their destined aim.
But see! the angry victor hath recall’d
His ministers of vengeance and pursuit
Back to the gates of Heaven : the sulphurous hail,
Shot after us in storm, o'erblown, hath laid
The fiery surge, that from the precipice
Of Heaven received us falling; and the thunder,
Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage,
Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now

sto te below through the vast and boundless deep.

us not ,
Or satiate fury, yield it from our Foe.
Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild,
The seat of desolation, void of light,
Save what the glimmering of these livid flames
Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend
From off the tossing of these fiery waves ;
There rest, if any rest can harbour there';
And, reassembling our afflicted Powers,
Consult how we may henceforth most offend
Our Enemy; our own loss how repair ;
How overcome this dire calamity,
What reinforcement we may gain from hope ;
If not, what resolution from despair.

Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate
With head uplift above the wave,

and

eyes
That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides
Prone on the flood, extended long and large,
Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge
As whom the fables name of monstrous size,
Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove ;
Briarëos or Typhon, whom the den
By ancient Tarsus held; or that seabeast
Leviathan, which God of all his works
Created hugest that swim the ocean stream:
Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam
The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff

Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell,
With fixed anchor in his scaly rind,
Moors by bis side under the lee, while night
Invests the sea, and wished morn delays :
So stretch'd out huge in length the Archfiend lay,
Chain’d on the burning lake : nor ever thence
Had risen, or heaved his head ; but that the will
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
Evil to others; and, enraged, might see
How all his malice served but to bring forth
Infinite goodness, grace, and mercy, shown
On Man by him seduced; but on himself
Treble confusion, wrath, and vengeance, pour’d.
Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
His mighty stature : on each hand the flames,
Driven backward, slope their pointing spires, and rollid
In billows, leave i' the midst a horrid vale.
Then with expanded wings he steers his flight
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 the lake with liquid Gre :
And such appear’d in hue, as when the force
Of subterranean wind transports a hill
Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side
Of thundering Ætna, whose combustible
And fuel’d entrails thence conceiving fire,
Sublimed with mineral fury, aid the winds,
And leave a singed bottom all involved
With stench and smoke: such resting found the sole
Of unbless'd feet. Him follow'd his next mate :
Both glorying to have scaped the Stygian flood
As Gods, and by their own recover'd strength,
Not by the' sufferance of supérnal Power.

Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,

Said then the lost Archangel, this the seat
That we must change for Heaven; this mournful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so ! since he,
Who now is Sovran, cau dispose and bid
What shall be right : furthest from him is best,
Whom reason hathruaid, force hath made supreme
Above his equals. y Farewell, happy fields,
Where joy for ever' dwells ! Hail horrors ! hail,
Infernal worid! And thou, profoundest Hell,
Receive thy new possessor! one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time :
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.''.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be; all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy; will not drive us hence:
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 Heaven !
But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
The associates and copartners of our loss
Lie thus astonish'd on the oblivious pool,
And call them not to share with us their part
In this unbappy mansion; or once more
With rallied arms to try what may be yet
Regain'd in Heaven, or what more lost in Hell?

So Satan spake ; and him Beëlzebub
Thus answer'd. Leader of those armies bright,
Which but the Omnipotent none could have foil'd!
If once they hear that voice, their liveliest pledge
Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft
In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
Of battle when it raged, in all assaults
Their surest signal, they will soon resume
New courage and revive ; though now they lie
Groveling and prostrate on yon lake of fire,

As we erewhile, astounded and amazed :
No wonder, fallen such a pernicious highth.

He scarce had ceased, when the superior Fiend
Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield,
Etherial 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 Evering from the top of Fesolé,
Or in Valdarno) to descry new lands,.*
Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast
Of some great ammiral, were but a wand,
He walk'd with, to support uneasy steps
Over the burning marle, not like those steps
On Heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime
Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire :
Nathless he so endured, till on the beach
Of that inflamed sea he stood, and callid
His legions, Angel forms, who lay entranced
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks,
In Vallambrosa, where the Etrurian shades,
High overarch’d, imbower; or scatter'd sedge
Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion arm’d
Hath vex'd the Red Seacoast, whose waves o'erthrew
Busiris and his Memphian chivalry, ;
While with perfidious hatred they pursued
The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
From the safe shore their floating carcasses
And broken chariot wheels : so thick bestrown,
Abject and lost lay these, covering the flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He call'd so loud, that all the hollow deep
Of Hell resounded ! Princes, Potentates,
Warriors, the flower of Heaven! once yours, now lost,
If such astonishment as this can seize
Eternal Spirits ; or have ye chosen this place

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