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Seraphic arms and trophies; all the while
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds;
At which the universal host upsent
A shout, thật tore hel's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night,
All in a moment through the gloom were seen
Ten thousand banners rise into the air
With orient colours waving: with them rose
A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms
Appear'd, and serried shields in thick array,
Of depth immeasurable; anon they move
In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood
Of flutes, and soft recorders ; such as rais'd
To heighth of noblest temper heroes old
Arming to battle; and instead of rage,
Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmou'd
With dread of death to fight or foul retreat;
Nor wanting pow'r to mitigate and 'swage,
With solemn touches, troubled thoughts, and chase
Anguish, and doubt, and fear, and sorrow, and pain,
From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they
Breathing united force, with fixed thought
Mov'd on in silence to soft pipes, that charm'd
Their painful steps o'er the burnt soil: and now:
Advanc'd in view, they stand, a horrid front
Of dreadful length and dazzling arins, in guise
Of ors old with order'd spear and shield,
Awaiting what command their mighty chief
Had to impose. He through the armed files
Darts his experienc'd eye, and soon traverse
The whole battalion views, their order due,
Their visages and stature as of Gods;
Their number last he sumns. And now his leart
Distends with pride, and hard’ning in his strength
Glories: for never since created man,
Met such imbodied force, as nam'd with these
Could merit more than that small infantry
Warrd op by cranes, though all the giant brood
of Phlegra with th'heroic race were join'd

That fought at Thebes and Ilium, on each side
Mix'd with auxiliar gods; and what resounds
In fable or romance of Uther's son,
Begirt with British and Armoric knights ;
And all who since, baptiz'd or infidel,
Jousted in Aspramont or Montalban,
Damasco, or Marocco, or Trebisond;
Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore,
When Charlemain with all his peerage fell
By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond
Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd
Their dread commander: he, above the rest,
In shape and gesture proudly eminent,
Stood like a tow'r; his form had not yet lost
All her original brightness, nor appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruin’d, and th’excess
Of glory obscurd: as when tbe sun new risen
Looks through th' horizontal inisty 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 so, yet shone
Above them all th’arch-angel: but his face
Deep scars of thunder had entrenchd, and care
Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows
Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride
Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast
Signs of remorse and passion to behold
The fellows of his crime, the followers rather,
(Far other once beheld in bliss,) condemn'd
For ever now to have their lot in pain;
Millions of spirits for his fault amercd
Of heav'n, and from eternal splendors flung
For his revolt; yet faithful how they stood,
Their glory wither'd: as when heaven's fire
Hath scath'd the forest-oaks, or mountain-pines,
With singed 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 assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth, at last Words interwove with sighs found out their way:

O myriads of immortal spirits, 0 powers Matchless, but with th' Almighty; and that strife Was not inglorious, though th’event was dire, As this place testifies, and this dire change Hateful to utter : but what pow'r of mind, Foreseeing or presaging, from the depth Of knowledge past or present, could have fear'd, How such united force of gods, how such As stood like these, could ever know repulse ? For who can yet believe, though after loss, That all these puissant legions, whose exile Hath emptied heav'n, shall fail to re-ascend, Self-rais'd, and repossess their native seat? For me be witness all the host of heav'n, If counsels different, or danger shun'd By me, have lost our hopes. But he who reigns Monarch in heav'n, till then as one secure Sat on his throne, upheld by old repute, Consent or custom, and his regal state Put forth at full, but still his strength 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 design, 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 so rife There went a fame in heav'n, that he ere long Intended to create, and therein plant A generation, whom his choice regard Should favour equal to the sons of heaven: Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps

Our first erruption, 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 must mature: peace is despaird,
For who can think submission? War then, war
Open or understood, must be resolv'd.

He spake: and to confirm his words, out flew
Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze
Far round illumin'd hell : highly they rag'd
Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms
Clash'd on their sounding shields the din of war,
Hurling defiance tow'rd the vault of heav'n.

There stuod a hill not far, whose grisly top
Belch'd fire and rolling smoke; the rest entire
Shone with a glossy scurf, undoubted sign
That in his womb was hid metallic ore,
The work of sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed
A numerous brigade hasten'd: as when bands
Of pioneers with spade and pick-axe arm’d
Forerun the royal cainp, to trench a field,
Or cast a rampart. Mammon led them on;
Mammon, the least erected spirit 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,
Then ought divine or holy else enjoy'd
In vision beatific: by him first
Men also, and by his suggestion taught,
Ransack'd the centre, 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 spacious wound,
And digg'd out ribs of guld. Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane. 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 strength and art easily outdone
By spirits reprobate, and in an hour
What in an age they with incessant toil
And hands innumerable scarce perforin.”
Nigh on the plain in many cells prepard,
That underneath had veins of liquid fire
Sluc'd from the lake, a second multitude
With wondrous art founded the massy ore,
Severing each kind, and scumm'd the bullion dross:
A third as soon 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 blast of wind,
To many a row of pipes the sound-board breathes.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose like an exhalation, with the sound
Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet,
Built like a temple, where pilasters round
Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid
With golden architrave; nor did there want
Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven ;
The roof was fretted gold. Not Babylon,
Nor great Alcairo such magnificence
Equall'd in all their glories, to inshrine
Belus or Serapis their gods, or seat
Their kings, when Egypt with Assyria strove
In wealth and luxury. Th’ascending pile
Stood fix'd her stately height; and strait the doors
Opening their brazen folds, discover wide
Within her ample spaces, o'er smooth
And level pavement: from the arched roof,
Pendent by subtle magic, inany a row
Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed
With Naphtha and Asphaltus, yielded light
As from a sky. The hasty multitude
Adiniring enterd; and the work some praise,
And some the architect; bis hand was known
In heav'n by many a tow'red structure high,

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