While he before them sat who with a word Had made them voiceless, and spake not again,
And looked not up, since when his looked despair Had darkened hell, and like a black eclipse Covered the hope that was its only day.
Half to his throne ascended, on the steep
Sole-touched by his proud feet, as if dethroned By his own act, and into ruin fallen Self-hurled, sat Aïdoneus,' discrowned,
With foot upon a broken sceptre set,
And head stooped forward to his hands, and seemed,
But for the rising and the slow decline
Of his wide-lifting shoulders, like one dead. And dread his aspect, even to their eyes Used to all sights of grandeur and despair, All tragic posture and the pomp of woe; Not only for his immemorial state Abandoned, and the rightful awe that still Sat on his unkinged head and vacant hand, But him most capable of grief they deemed Whose strength was greatest to endure or dare, And deepest his despair whose hope was first.
So there before him, each upon his throne,
Sat as if throne and shape were but one stone; And, for that space, more like their idols seemed In regions orient, sitting, hushed and dark, Within a woody cloister of close palms,
Or, old with lifeless years, in some forgot, Rare-pilgrimed temple, or dim cavern, ranged,— Unseen by all the stars. At length to break The latent chain that bound the force of limb And faculty in each fierce spirit, rose Barbarian Baal; in his depth of shade,
Save by their gloomy and familiar eyes, Not from the dark discerned; in shape conjoined Angel and brute, in temper brute, but strong, And third from Satan; whom with unfixed glance, Under low-dropped and sternly neighboring brows, He now regarded, as a frenzied beast
On his still dreaded master rolls his fierce, Inconstant orbs. Him, ages now, unfed
With blood of slaughtered bulls and fragrant smoke, Sharp hunger seized, and lion-pangs, to taste Again such offerings, and repossess
The dark and secret land, whence fled of late
His desperate chief; not now from the armed voice
Of his great plaintiff, summoning its bands
Of vassal evils; not from thunder piled
On the crushed air, and titan-lightnings hurled From his black solitary heaven, high
Above all reach; but from his far-stretched hand Disguised as human, and the all-pure force
Of virtue, clad in human voice and shape.
Thus hindered of that hope, and chafed, and what Was godlike in him fired with shame, to think How one by one the ethnic gods had fallen, Disarmed, before the constant powers of heaven, Met in the battle-region of the earth— How many forced by slight antagonists, Of puny frame and seeming, from their old Usurped domain,-himself, on Carmel's top Amid his howling prophets, by a man, Defeated, and their prowest, in the wide And wild arena where he met the last
And wondrous apparition marked with signs Of Heaven and hostile purpose;-by such scorns Panged and enraged, and long made pale with hate Of gods terrestrial-born, but equal made
With the celestial, and to like domain
By Satan raised-the mighty bulk stood up, Strong but irresolute, and sought to throw
The weight of that stern presence from his soul, And from its ward unlock imprisoned sound.
But scarce they heard the first hoarse breath, that died Ere his dumb lips had shaped it to a word.
Of any import, when throughout the throng
They stirred, and grasped their arms, as if some ill, Long pondered and expected, from the heights Of ether suddenly had fallen; he,
Around and upward, looked with listening stare; Then, like a cloud arming in heaven, grew More black and dreadful, and his giant peers, With copied brow, frowned back dread sympathy, Published revolt and general discontent:
Yet unprepared they heard, when words like these, Forth poured like shaped, articulate thunder, shook The wide Infern, that from its shadowy sides, Of deepest region, ruined back the sound, As when one shouts within a hollow cave.
66 Abjects-once gods! befits it now that he, Sole cause of this despair, and for whose sake We suffer, that his pride may play at Jove,"
God of this subterraneous world—with us, His toys, for subjects-should here sit infirm, Like his Memnonian image, blind and deaf To evils that can add to grief that seemed, Ere this, at greatest, and where all was lost Bring ruin, and make woe in hell? 'Tis fit, And time, methinks some monarch should ascend The abdicated throne, which he perchance Leaves to his recent victor, hitherward Pursuing him, with unfamiliar feet
In the blind access hindered, if aright
The babbling lips of oracle have told
Of such a one's descent to these abodes."
He paused, checked by no voice, by none assured: As when a ship, that on the world's great sides Climbs the wave-ribbed Pacific, 'gainst the weight Of tempests from the skiey Andes pressed Upon the barriered continent of air, Resistless back, and leaning on the sea, Is hit by thunder, and intestine fire.
Breaks forth, and lights the inexorable face Of her wild doom; the stark, bewildered crew Give her to wind and sea, and as she swings,
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