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Men call'd him Mulciber ; and how he fell
From heav'n, they fabl’d, thrown by angry Jove
Sheer o’re the chrystal battlements; from morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,

A summer's day; and with the setting sun į Dropt from the zenith like a falling star,

On Lemnos th’Ægean ille : thus they relate,
Erring; for he with this rebellious rout
Fell long before; nor aught availd him now
To have built in heav'n high towrs; nor did he scape
By all his engines, but was headlong sent
With his induftrious crew to build in hell.
Mean while the winged heralds by command
Of sovran power, with awful ceremony
And trumpets found throughout the host proclaim
A folemn council forthwith to be held
At Pandæmonium, the high capital
Of Satan and his peers : their summons call'd
From every band and squared regiment
By place or choice the worthiest ; they anon
With hundreds and with thousands trooping came
Attended : all access was th ong'd, the gates
And porches wide, but chief the spacious hall
(Though like a cover'd field, where champions bold
Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldan's chair
Defi'd the best of Panim chivalry
To mortal combat or career with lance)
Thick swarm’d, both on the ground and in the air,
Brusht with the hiss of ruling wings. As bees
In spring-time, when the fun with Taurus rides,
Pour forth their populous youth about the hive


In clusters ; they among fresh dews and flowers
Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank,
The suburb of their straw-built cittadel,
New-rubb’d with baum, expatiate and confer
Their state affairs, so thick the airy crowd
Swarm'd and were straiten'd: till the signal giv'n,
Behold a wonder! they but now who seem'd
In bigness to surpass earth's giant fons
Now less than smallest dwarfs, in narrow room
Throng numberless, like that pigmean race
Beyond the Indian mount, or fairie elves,
Whose midnight revels, by a forrest fide
Or fountain some belated peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon
Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth
Wheels her pale course, they on their mirth and dance
Intent, with jocund music charm his ear;
At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Thus incorporeal spirits to smallest forms
Reduc'd their Thapes immense, and were at large,
Though without number still amidst the hall
Of that infernal court. But far within
And in their own dimensions like themselves
The great seraphic lords and cherubim
In close recess and secret conclave fat
A thousand demy-gods on golden seats,
Frequent and full. After Thort filence then
And fummons read, the great consult began.

Tbe End of the First Book.

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IGH on a throne of royal state, which far

Out Thone the wealth of Ormus and of Indo Or where the gorgeous east with richest hand Showrs on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted fat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence ; and from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope, afpires Beyond thus high, infatiate to pursue Vain war with heav'n, and by success untaught His proud imaginations thus displaid.

Powers and dominions, deities of heav'n, For since no deep within her gulph can hold Immortal vigour, though opprest and fall'n, I give not heav'n for loft. From this descent Celestial virtues rising, will appear More glorious and more dread than from no fall, And trust themselves to fear no second fate : Me though just right, and the fixt laws of heav'n Did first create your leader, next free choice, With what besides, in counsel or in fight, Hath been atchiev'd of merit, yet this loss Thus far at least recover'd, hath much more Eftablisht in a safe unenvied throne Yielded with full consent. The happier state In heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw Envy from each inferior ; but who here Will envy whom the highest place exposes

Foremost to stand against the thunderer's aim
Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share
Of endless pain ? where there is then no good
For which to strive, no strife can grow up there
From faction; for none sure will claim in hell
Precedence, none, whose portion is so small
Of present pain, that with ambitious mind
Will covet more. With this advantage then
To union, and firm faith, and firm accord,
More than can be in heav'n, we now return
To claim our just inheritance of old,
Surer to profper than prosperity
Could have assur'd us; and by what best way,
Whether of open war or cover'd guile,
We now debate ; who can advise, may speak.
He ceas'd, and next him Moloc, scepter'd king
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heav'n ; now fiercer by despair :
His truft was with th'Eternal to be deem'd
Equal in strength, and rather than be less
Car'd not to be at all ; with that
Went all his fear : of God, or hell, or worse
He reck'd not, and these words thereafter fpake.
My sentence is for open war : of wiles,
More unexpert, I boast not : them let those
Contrive who need, or when they need, not now,
For while they fit contriving, mall the rest,
Millions that stand in arms, and longing wait
The signal to ascend, fit lingring here
Heav'ns fugitives, and for their dwelling place
Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame,


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The prison of his tyranny who reigns
By our delay ? no, let us rather chuse
Arm'd with hell-flames and fury all at once
O're heav'ns high towrs to force refiftless way,
Turning our tortures into horrid arms.
Against the torturer ; when to meet the noise
Of his almighty engine he mall hear
Infernal thunder, and for lightning fee
Black fire and horror shot with equal rage
Among his angels ; and his throne itself
Mixt with Tartarean sulphur, and strange fire,
His own invented torments. But perhaps
The way seems difficult and steep, to scale
With upright wing against a higher foe.
Let such bethink them, if the neepy drench
Of that forgetful lake benumn not still,
That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native feat : descent and fall
To us is adverfe. Who but felt of late
When the fierce foe hung on our brok'n rear
Insulting, and pursu'd us through the deep,
With what compulfion and laborious flight
We funk thus low? the ascent is easy then;
Th'event is fear'd; should we again provoke
Our stronger, fome worse-way his wrath may find
To our destruction : if there be in hell
Fear to be worse destroy'd : what can be worse
Than to dwell here, driv'n out from blifs, condemn'd
In this abhorred deep to utter woe ;
Where pain of unextinguishable fire
Must exercise us without hope of end,

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