So Jove usurping reigned: these first in Crete And Ida known, thence on the snowy top Of cold Olympus, ruled the middle air, Their highest Heaven; or on the Delphian cliff, Or in Dodona, and through all the bounds Of Doric land; or who with Saturn old Fled over Adra to th' Hesperian fields, And o'er the Celtic roamed the utmost isles.
All these and more came flocking; but with looks
Downcast and damp; yet such wherein appeared Obscure some glimpse of joy, to have found their chief
Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost In loss itself; which on his count'nance cast Like doubtful hue: but he, his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth, not substance, gently raised Their fainting courage, and dispelled their fears. Then straight commands that at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud and clarions be upreared His mighty standard: that proud honour claimed Azazel as his right, a cherub tall;
Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind, With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed, Seraphic arms and trophies; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: At which the universal host upsent A shout, that tore hell'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 Appeared, 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 raised To height of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle; and, instead of rage, Deliberate valour breathed, firm and unmoved With dread of death to flight or foul retreat; Nor wanting power 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, Moved on in silence to soft pipes, that charmed Their painful steps o'er the burnt soil: and now Advanced in view they stand, a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms, in guise Of warriors old with ordered spear and shield, Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose: he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye, and soon traverse The whole battalion views, their order due,
Their visages and stature as of gods; Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and, hard'ning, in his strength
Glories: for never since created man,
Met such embodied force, as, named with these, Could merit more than that small infantry Warred on by cranes; though all the giant brood Of Phlegra with th' heroic race were joined 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, baptized or infidel, Jousted in Aspramont, or Montalban, Damasco, or Morocco, or Trebisond, Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore, When Charlemagne with all his peerage fell By Fontarabia. Thus far these beyond Compare of mortal prowess, yet observed Their dread commander: he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower: his form had not yet lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured: as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty 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 monarch. Darkened so, yet shone Above them all th' archangel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheeks, 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,) condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain, Millions of spirits for his fault amerced Of Heaven, and from eternal splendours flung For his revolt, yet faithful how they stood, Their glory withered: as when Heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately growth, though bare, Stands on the blasted heath. He now prepared To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers: attention held them mute. Thrice he assayed, 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! O 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 power of mind, Foreseeing or presaging, from the depth
Of knowledge past or present, could have feared 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 heaven, shall fail to reascend, Self-raised, and repossess their native seat? For me, be witness all the host of heaven, If counsels different, or dangers shunned By me, have lost our hopes. But he, who reigns Monarch in heaven, 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 concealed, Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall.
In vision beatific; by him first Men also, and by his suggestion taught, Ransacked the centre, and with impious hands Rifled the bowels of their mother earth For treasures better hid. Soon had his crew Opened into the hill a spacious wound, And digged out ribs of gold. 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, are easily outdone By spirits reprobate, and in an hour What in an age they, with incessant toil And hands innumerable, scarce perform.
Henceforth his might we know, and know our Nigh on the plain, in many cells prepared,
So as not either to provoke, or dread
New war, provoked! 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 heaven 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 eruption, 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 despaired; For who can think submission? War then, war Open or understood, must be resolved."
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 illumined hell: highly they raged Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms Clashed on their sounding shields the din of war, Hurling defiance toward the vaults of heaven.
There stood a hill not far, whose grisly top Belched 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, winged with speed, A num'rous brigade hastened: as when bands Of pioneers, with spade and pick-axe armed Forerun the royal camp, to trench a field, Or cast a rampart. Mammon led them; Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell
That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluiced from the lake, a second multitude With wondrous art founded the massy ore, Severing each kind, and scummed the bullion dross:
A third as soon had formed within the ground A various mould, and from the boiling cells By strange conveyance filled each hollow nook: As in an organ, from one blast of wind,
To many a row of pipes the soundboard 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 they want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven; The roof was fretted gold. Not Babylon, Nor great Alcairo, such magnificence Equalled in all their glories, to enshrine Belus or Serapis, their gods, or seat Their kings, when Egypt with Assyria strove In wealth and luxury. Th' ascending pile Stood fixed her stately height; and straight the doors,
Opening their brazen folds, discover wide Within, her ample spaces, o'er the smooth And level pavement; from the arched roof, Pendent by subtle magic, many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed With naphtha and asphaltus, yielded light As from a sky. The hasty multitude Admiring entered; and the work some praise, And some the architect: his hand was known In Heaven by many a towered structure high, Where sceptered angels held their residence, And sat as princes, whom the supreme King
From heaven; for e'en in heaven his looks and Exalted to such power, and gave to rule,
Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than ought divine or holy else enjoyed
Each in his hierarchy, the orders bright. Nor was his name unheard or unadored In ancient Grecce; and in Ausonian land Men called him Mulciber; and how he fell
From Heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove | A thousand demi-gods on golden seats,
Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star, On Lemnos th' Ægean isle: thus they relate, Erring; for he with this rebellious rout Fell long before; nor aught availed him now
T' have built in heaven high towers; nor did he 'scape
By all his engines, but was headlong sent With his industious crew to build in hell.
Meanwhile the winged heralds, by command Of sovereign power, with awful ceremony And tumpet's sound, throughout the host proclaim A solemn council, forthwith to be held At Pandemonium, the high capital
Of Satan and his peers: their summons called 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 thronged; the gates And porches wide, but chief the spacious hall (Though like a covered field, where champions
Wont ride in armed, and at the soldan's chair Defied the best of Panim chivalry To mortal combat, or career with lance)
Frequent and full. After short silence then, And summons read, the great consult began.
The consultation begun, Satan debates whether another battle be to be hazarded for the recovery of heaven; some advise it, others dissuade; a third proposal is preferred, mehtioned before by Satan, to search the truth of that prophecy or tradition in heaven concerning another world, and another kind of creature, equal, or not much inferior to themselves, about this time to be created; their doubt who shall be sent
on this difficult search; Satan their chief undertakes alone the voyage, is honoured and applauded. The council thus ended, the rest betake them several ways, and to several employ. ments, as their inclinations lead them, to entertain the time till Satan return. He passes on his journey to hell gates, finds them shut, and who sat there to guard them; by whom at length they are opened, and discover to him the great gulf be tween hell and Heaven; with what difficulty he passes through,
directed by Chaos, the power of that place, to the sight of this
new world which he sought.
HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous east with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Thick swarmed, both on the ground and in the Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
Brushed with the hiss of rustling wings. As bees In spring time, when the sun 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 citadel New rubbed with balm, expatiate and confer Their state affairs. So thick the airy crowd Swarmed and were straitened; till the signal given, Behold a wonder! They but now who seemed In bigness to surpass earth's giant sons, Now less than smallest dwarfs, in narrow room Thronged numberless; like that pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount; or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while over-head the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth
To that bad eminence: and, from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue Vain war with Heaven; and, by success untaught, His proud imaginations thus displayed.
"Powers and dominions, deities of Heaven! For since no deep within her gulf can hold Immortal vigour, though oppressed and fallen, I give not Heaven for lost. 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, tho' just right, and the fixed laws of Heaven, Did first create your leader, next, free choice, With what besides, in counsel or in fight, Hath been achieved of merit; yet this loss, Thus far at least recovered, hath much more Established in a safe unenvied throne, Yielded with full consent. The happier state
Wheels her pale course; they, on their mirth and In Heaven, which follows dignity, might draw
Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds. Thus incorporeal spirits to smallest forms Reduced their shapes 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 sat;
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 Heaven, we now return To claim our just inheritance of old, Surer to prosper than prosperity
Could have assured us; and by what best way, Whether of open war or covert guile, We now debate: who can advise, may speak." He ceased; and next him Moloch, sceptered king,
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in Heaven, now fiercer by despair: His trust was with the Eternal to be deem'd Equal in strength, and rather than be less Cared not to be at all: with that care lost Went all his fear: of God, or hell, or worse, He recked not, and these words thereafter spake. "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 sit contriving, shall the rest, Millions that stand in arms, and, longing, wait The signal to ascend, sit lingering here Heaven's fugitives, and for their dwelling-place Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame, The prison of his tyrrany who reigns By our delay? No! let us rather choose, Armed with hell-flames and fury, all at once O'er Heaven's high towers to force resistless way, Turning our tortures into horrid arms Against the Torturer; when to meet the noise Of his almighty engine he shall hear Infernal thunder, and for lightning see Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his angels, and his throne itself Mixed 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 sleepy drench Of that forgetful lake benumb not still, That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is adverse. Who but felt of late, When the fierce foe hung on our broken rear Insulting, and pursued us through the deep, With what compulsion and laborious flight We sunk thus low? The ascent is easy then; The event is feared; should we again provoke Our stronger, some worse way his wrath my find To our destruction; if there be in hell
Fear to be worse destroyed: what can be worse Than to dwell here, driven out from bliss, con- demned
In this abhorred deep to utter wo, Where pain of unextinguishable fire Must exercise us without hope of end, The vassals of his anger, when the scourge Inexorably, and the torturing hour
We should be quite abolished, and expire. What fear we then? what doubt we to incense His utmost ire? which to the height enraged, Will either quite consume us, and reduce To nothing this essential, happier far Than, miserable, to have eternal being; Or, if our substance be indeed divine, And can not cease to be, we are at worst On this side nothing; and by proof we feel Our power sufficient to disturb his Heaven, And with perpetual inroads to alarm, Though inaccessible, his fatal throne: Which, if not victory, is yet revenge."
He ended, frowning, and his look denounced Desperate revenge, and battle dangerous To less than gods. On the other side up rose Belial, in act more graceful and humane; A fairer person lost not Heaven; he seemed For dignity composed and high exploit: But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels: for his thoughts were low; To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds Timorous and slothful: yet he pleased the ear, And with persuasive accent thus began.
"I should be much for open war, O peers As not behind in hate; if what was urged Main reason to persuade immediate war, Did not dissuade me most, and seem to cast Ominous conjecture on the whole success: When he, who most excels in fact of arms, In what he counsels and in what excels Mistrustful, grounds his courage on despair, And utter dissolution, as the scope
Of all his aim, after some dire revenge.
First, what revenge? The towers of Heaven are filled
With armed watch, that render all access Impregnable: oft on the bordering deep Encamp their legions; or, with obscure wing, Scout far and wide into the realm of night, Scorning surprise. Or, could we break our way, By force, and at our heels all hell should rise With blackest insurrection, to confound Heaven's purest light: yet our great Enemy, All incorruptible, would on his throne Sit unpolluted, and the ethereal mould, Incapable of stain, would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope Is flat despair: we must exasperate
The almighty Victor to spend all his rage, And that must end us; that must be our cure, To be no more: sad cure! for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost
Calls us to penance? More destroyed than thus, In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry Foe Can give it, or will ever? how he can, Is doubtful; that he never will, is sure. Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire, Belike through impotence, or unaware, To give his enemies their wish, and end Them in his anger, whom his anger saves To punish endless? Wherefore cease we then? Say they who counsel war, we are decreed, Reserved, and destined to eternal wo; Whatever doing, what can we suffer more, What can we suffer worse? Is this then worst, Thus sitting, thus consulting, thus in arms? What! when we fled amain, pursued and struck With Heaven's afflicting thunder, and besought The deep to shelter us? this hell then seemed A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay Chained on the burning lake? that sure was
What if the breath, that kindled those grim fires, Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage, And plunge us in the flames? or from above Should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us? what if all Her stores were opened, and this firmament Of hell should spout her cataracts of fire, Impending horrors, threatening hideous fall One day upon our heads; while we perhaps, Designing or exhorting glorious war, Caught in a fiery tempest, shall be hurled, Each on his rock transfixed, the sport and prey Of wracking whirlwinds; or for ever sunk Under yon boiling ocean, wrapt in chains; There to converse with everlasting groans, Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved, · Ages of hopeless end? This would be worse. War, therefore, open or concealed, alike My voice dissuades; for what can force or guile With him, or who deceive his mind, whose eye Views all things at one view? He from Heaven's height
All these our motions vain sees and derides; Not more almighty to resist our might
Than wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles. Shall we then live thus vile, the race of Heaven Thus trampled, thus expelled to suffer here Chains and these torments? better these than worse,
By my advice; since fate inevitable Subdues us, and omnipotent decrce The victor's will. To suffer, as to do, Our strength is equal, nor the law unjust That so ordains: this was at first resolved, If we were wise, against so great a foe Contending, and so doubtful what might fall. I laugh, when those who at the spear are bold And vent'rous, if that fail them, shrink and fear What yet they know must follow, to endure
Exile, or ignominy, or bonds, or pain, The sentence of their Conqueror: this is now Our doom; which if we can sustain and bear, Our supreme foe in time may much remit His anger, and perhaps, thus far removed, Not mind us, not offending, satisfied With what is punished; whence these raging fires Will slacken, if his breath stir not their flames. Our purer essence then will overcome Their noxious vapour, or, inured, not feel; Or, changed at length, and to the placed conformed In temper and in nature, will receive Familiar the fierce heat, and void of pain; This horror will grow mild, this darkness light; Besides what hope the never-ending flight Of future days may bring, what chance, what change
Worth waiting, since our present lot appears For happy though but ill, for ill not worst, If we procure not to ourselves more wo."
Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb,
Counselled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, Not peace: and after him thus Mammon spake. "Either to disenthrone the King of Heaven We war, if war be best, or to regain Our own right lost: him to unthrone we then May hope, when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife: The former, vain to hope, argues as vain The latter: for what place can be for us Within heaven's bound, unless heaven's Lord su-
We overpower? Suppose he should relent, And publish grace to all, on promise made Of new subjection: with what eyes could we Stand in his presence humble, and receive Strict laws imposed, to celebrate his throne With warbled hymns, and to his Godhead sing Forced hallelujahs, while he lordly sits Our envied Sovereign, and his altar breathes Ambrosial odours and ambrosial flowers, Our servile offerings? This must be our task In Heaven, this our delight; how wearisome Eternity so spent, in worship paid To whom we hate! Let us not then pursue, By force impossible, by leave obtained Unacceptable, though in Heaven, our state Of splendid vassalage, but rather seek Our own good from ourselves, and from our own Live to ourselves, though in this vast recess, Free, and to none accountable, preferring Hard liberty before the easy yoke
Of servile pomp. Our greatness will appear Then most conspicuous, when great things of small,
Useful of hurtful, prosperous of adverse, We can create, and in what place soe'er Thrive under evil and work ease out of pain
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