These things, as not to mind from whence they grow Deep under ground, materials dark and crude,

Of spirituous and fiery spume, tili touch'd

With Heaven's ray, and temper'd, they shoot forth 480
So beauteous, opening to the ambient light?
These in their dark nativity the deep

Shall yield us, pregnant with infernal flame;
Which, into hollow engines, long and round,

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Dilated and infuriate, shall send forth

From far, with thundering noise, among our foes
Such implements of mischief as shall dash
To pieces, and o'erwhelm whatever stands
Adverse, that they shall fear we have disarm'd
The Thunderer of his only dreaded boit.
Nor long shall be our labour; yet ere dawn,
Effect shall end our wish. Meanwhile revive;
Abandon fear; to strength and counsel join'd
Think nothing hard, much less to be despair'd.

He ended, and his words their drooping cheer
Enlighten'd, and their languish'd hope revived.
The invention all admired, and each, how he

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To be the inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd [thought Once found, which yet unfound most would have Impossible: Yet haply of thy race

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In future days, if malice should abound,
Some one intent on mischief, or inspired
With devilish machination, might devise
Like instrument to plague the sons of men
For sin, on war and mutual slaughter bent.
Forthwith from council to the work they flew,
None arguing stood; innumerable hands
Were ready; in a moment up they turn'd

Wide the celestial soil, and saw beneath

The originals of nature in their crude

Conception; sulphurous and nitrous foam

They found, they mingled, and, with subtle art,
Concocted and adjusted, they reduced

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To blackest grain, and into store convey'd :

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Part hidden veins digged up (nor hath this earth
Entrails unlike) of mineral and stone,
Whereof to found their engines and their balls

Up rose the victor-Angels, and to arms

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The matin trumpet sung: in arms they stood

Of golden panoply, refulgent host,

Soon banded; others from the dawning hills

Look round, and scouts each coast light-armed scour,

Each quarter to descry the distant foe,

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Where lodged, or whither fled, or if for fight,

In motion or in halt: Him soon they met
Under spread ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion back with speediest sail
Zophiel, or Cherubim the swiftest wing,
Came flying, and in mid air aloud thus cried.

Arm, Warriors, arm for fight; the foe at hand,
Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit
This day; fear not his flight; so thick a cloud
He comes, and settled in his face I see

Sad resolution, and secure: Let each

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His adamantine coat gird well, and each

Fit woll his helm, gripe fast his orbed shield,

Borne even or high; for this day will pour down,.

If I conjecture aught, no drizzling shower,

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But rattling storms of arrows barb'd with fire.

So warn'd he them, aware themselves, and soon

In order, quit of all impediment;

Instant without disturb they took alarm,

And onward moved embattled: When behold!
Not distant far with heavy pace the foe

Approaching gross and huge, in hollow cube

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Training his devilish enginery, impaled

On every side with shadowing squadrons deep,
To hide the fraud. At interview both stood
Awhile; but suddenly at head appear'd
Satan, and thus was heard commanding loud:
Vanguard, to right and left the front unfold;
That all may see who hate us, how we seek
Peace and composure, and with open breast
Stand ready to receive them, if they like
Our overture, and turn not back perverse;
But that I doubt; however witness, Heaven!

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Heaven, witness thou anon! while we discharge
Freely our part: ye, who appointed stand,
Do as you have in charge, and briefly touch
What we propound, and loud that all may hear!
So scoffing in ambiguous words, he scarce
Had ended; when to right and left the front
Divided, and to cither flank retired:
Which to our eyes discover'd, new and strange,
A triple mounted row of pillars laid

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On wheels (for like to pillars most they seem'd,

Or hollow'd bodies made of oak or fir,

With branches lopp'd, in wood or mountain fell'd,) 575 Brass, iron, stony mould, had not their mouths

With hideous orifice gaped on us wide,

Portending hollow truce: At each behind

A Seraph stood, and in his hand a reed

Stood waving tipp'd with fire: while we, suspense, 580 Collected stood within our thoughts amused,

Not long for sudden all at once their reeds

Put forth, and to a narrow vent applied

With nicest touch. Immediate in a flame,

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But soon obscured with smoke, all Heaven appear'd,

From those deep-throated engines belch'd, whose roar Embowel'd with outrageous noise the air,

And all her entrails tore, disgorging foul

Their devilish glut, chain'd thunderbolts and hail
Of iron globes; which, on the victor host

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Level'd, with such impetuous fury smote,

That, whom they hit, none on their feet might stand,
Though standing else as rocks, but down they fell
By thousands, Angel on Archangel roll'd;

The sooner for their arms; unarm'd, they might 595
Have easily, as Spirits, evaded swift

By quick contraction or remove; but now
Foul dissipation follow'd, and forced rout;
Nor served it to relax their serried files.

What should they do if on they rush'd, repulse 600
Repeated, and indecent overthrow

Doubled, would render them yet more despised,
And to their foes a laughter; for in view
Stood rank'd of Seraphim another row,
In posture to displode their second tire
Of thunder: Back defeated to return

They worse abhorr'd. Satan beheld their plight,
And to his mates thus in derision call'd:

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And breast, (what could we more?) propounded terms
Of composition, straight they changed their minds,
Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell,

As they would dance; yet for a dance they seem'd 615
Somewhat extravagant and wild; perhaps
For joy of offer'd peace: But I suppose
If our proposals once again were heard,
We should compel them to a quick result.

To whom thus Belial, in like gamesome mood: 620
Leader! the terms we sent were terms of weight,
Of hard contents, and full of force urged home,
Such as we might perceive amused them all,
And stumbled many: Who receives them right
Had need from head to foot well understand;
Not understood, this gift they have besides,
They show us when our foes walk not upright.

So they among themselves in pleasant vein

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Stood scoffing, heighten'd in their thoughts beyond

All doubt of victory: Eternal Might

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To match with their inventions they presumed

So easy, and of his thunder made a scorn,

And all his host derided, while they stood

Awhile in trouble: But they stood not long;

Rage prompted them at length, and found them arms
Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose.
Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power,

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Which God hath in his mighty Angels placed!)

Their arms away they threw, and to the hills

(For Earth hath this variety from Heaven

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Of pleasure situate in hill and dale,)

Light as the lightning glimpse they ran, they flew ;
From their foundations loosening to and fro,
They pluck'd the seated hills, with all their load,
Rocks, waters, woods, and by the shaggy tops
Uplifting bore them in their hands: Amaze,
Be sure, and terror seized the rebel host,
When coming towards them so dread they saw
The bottom of the mountains upward turn'd;
Till on those cursed engines' triple-row

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They saw them whelm'd, and all their confidence
Under the weight of mountains buried deep;
Themselves invaded next, and on their heads
Main promontories flung, which in the air

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Came shadowing, and oppress'd whole legions arm'd ;
Their armour helped their harm, crush'd in and bruised
Into their substance pent, which wrought them pain
Implacable, and many a dolorous groan;

Long struggling underneath, ere they could wind
Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light, 660
Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown.

The rest, in imitation, to like arms

Betook them, and the neighbouring hills uptore:
So hills amid the air encounter'd hills,

Hurl'd to and fro with jaculation dire;

That under ground they fought in dismal shade;

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