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Above the Aönian mount, while it pursues
15 Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly Thou, 0 Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st, Thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread 20 Dovelike sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And or.a-dest it pregnant : What in me is dark, Jllnine; what is low, raise and support; That in the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence,
25 And justify the ways of God to men.
Say first, for Heaven hides nothing from thy viow, Nor the deep tract of Hell; say first, what cause Moved our grand Parents, in that happy state, Favour'd of Heaven so highly, to fall off
30 From their Creator, and transgress his will For one restraint, lords of the world besides ? Who first seduced them to that foul revolt: The infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile, Stirr'd up with enyy and revenge, deceived 35 The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host Of rebel Angels; by whose aid, aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers, He trusted to have equal'd the Most High, 40 It he opposed; and, with ambitious aim Against the throne and monarchy of God, Raised impious war in Heaven, and battle proud, With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, 45 With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms. Nine t'mes the space that measures day and night 50 To mi rtal men, he with his horrid crew Lay vanquish’d, rolling in the fiery gulf,
Confounded, though immortal: But his doom Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought Both of lost happiness, and lasting pain,
55 Torments him : round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and disınay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate At once, as far as Angels ken, he views Che dismal situation waste and wild :
60 A dungeon horrible on all sides round As one great furnace famed ; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace 65 And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urgcs, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever burning sulphur unconsumed Such place Eternal Justice had prepared
70 For those rebellious; here their prison ordain'd In utter darkness, and their portion set As far removed from God and light of Heaven As from the centre thrice to the utmost pole. 0, how unlike the place from whence they fell' 75 There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelm’d With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire, He soon discerns; and weltering by his side One next hiinseif in power, and next in crime, Long after known in Palestine, and named 80 Beëlzebub. To whom the Archenemy, And thence in Heaven callid Satan, with bold words Breaking the horrid silence, thus began.
If thou be he; but O, how fallen! how changod From him, who, in the happy realms of light, 85 Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine Myriads though bright! If he whom mutual league, United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise, Join'd with me once, now misery hath join'd
In equal ruin! Into what pit thou seest,
So spake the apostate Angel, though in pain, 125
O Prince, O Chief of many throned Powers,
That led the embattled Seraphim to war
140 Though all our glory extinct, and happy state Here swallow'd up in endloss misery. But what if he our Conqueror (whom I now Of force believe Almighty, since no less Than such could have v'erpower'd such force as ours) Have left us this our spirit and strength entire 146 Strongly to suffer and support our pains, That we may so suffice his vengeful ire, Or do him mightier service as his thralls By right of war, whate'er his business be,
150 Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire, Or do his errands in the gloomy deep; What can it then avail, though yet we feel Strength undiminish’d, or eternal being, To undergo eternal punishment ?
155 Whereto with speedy words the Archfiend replied.
Fallen cherub! to be weak is miserable,
Shull grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
175 Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep Let us not slip the occasion, whether scorn, Or satiate fury, yield it from our Foe. Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild, 180 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; 185 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 ; 190 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, 195 Lay floating many a rood; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that war'd on Jove Briarëos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held; or that seabeast 201 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