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Join'd with me once, now misery hath join'd go
In equal ruin! Into what pit thou seest,
From what height fall’n; so much the stronger prov'd
He with his thunder! and till then who knew
The force of those dire arms? Yet not for those,
Nor what the potent victor in his rage

Can else inflict, do I repent, or change
(Though chang'd in outward lustre) that fix'd mind
And high disdain, from sense of injur'd merit,
That with the Mightiest rais'd me to contend :
And to the fierce contention brought along
Innumerable force of spirits arm’d,
That durft dinike his reign: and me preferring,
His utmost pow'r with adverse pow'r oppos’d,
In dubious battel on the plains of heav'n,
And Thook his throne. What tho' the field be lost?
All is not lost; th’unconquerable will, 106
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield ;
(And what is else not to be overcome?)
That glory never Tall His wrath or might
Extort from me, to bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie His pow'r,
Who from the terror of this arm so late
Doubted His empire. That were low indeed!
That were an ignominy and shame beneath

115 This downfal! since (by fate) the strength of Gods, And this empyreal substance cannot fail ; Since through experience of this great event, (In arms not worse, in foresight much advanc'd,)



We may, with more successful hope, resolve
To wage by force or guile eternal war,
Irreconcileable to our grand foe:
Who now triumphs, and in th'excess of joy
Sole reigning, holds the tyranny of heav'n.

So spake th'apostate Angel, though in pain; 125
Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair :
And him thus answer'd foon his bold compeer.

O Prince ! O chief of many throned Powers, That led th' imbattellid Seraphim to war Under thy conduct! and in dreadful deeds 130 Fearless, indanger'd heav'n's perpetual King, And put to proof His high supremacy: Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate, Too well I see and rue the dire event, That with fad overthrow and foul defeat 135 Hath loft us heav'n: and all this mighty hoft In horrible destruction laid thus low, As far as Gods, and heav'nly essences, Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains Invincible, and vigor soon returns,

140 Though all our glory extinct, and happy state, Here swallow'd up in endless misery! But what if He our conqu’ror (whom I now Of force believe Almighty, since no less Than such could have o'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,

130 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?

135 Whereto with speedy words th’ Arch-fiend reply'd,

Fall'n Cherub! to be weak is miserable,
Doing or suffering: but of this be sure,
To do ought good never will be our talk;
But ever to do ill our fole delight:

As being the contrary to his High will
Whom we resist. If then His Providence
Out of our evil seek to bring forth good,
Our labor must be to pervert that end,
And out of good still to find means of evil: 165
Which oft-times may succeed, so as perhaps
Shall grieve Him, (if I fail not,) and disturb
His inmost counsels from their destin'd aim.
But see! the angry victor hath recall'd
His ministers of vengeance and pursuit, 170
Back to the gates of heav'n: the sulph'rous hail
Shot after us in storm, o'er-blown, hath laid
The fiery surge, that from the precipice
Of heav'n receiv'd us falling: and the thunder,
Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage, 175
Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now
To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep.
Let us not Nip th'occasion, whether scorn,
Or satiate fury, yield it from our foe.

Seeft thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild, 180
The seat of desolation, void of light,
Save what the glimmering of these livid Aames
Casts pale and dreadful? thither let us tend
From off the tossing of these fiery waves ;
There reft, if any rest can harbour there : 185
And re-assembling our afflicted pow'rs,
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 up-lift above the wave, and eyes
That sparkling blaz’d; his other parts besides
Prone on the flood, extended long and large 195
Lay Aoating many a rood: in bulk as huge,
As whom the fables name, of monstrous size,
Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr’d on Jove,
Briareus, or Typhon, whom the den
By ancient Tarfus held; or that fea-beast
Leviatban, which God of all his works
Created hugest that swim th'ocean stream:

(Him, haply Numb'ring on the Norway foam, · The pilot of fome small night-founder'd skiff, Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, 20$ With fixed anchor in his fcaly rind, Moors by his fide under the Lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays.) So itretch'd out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay,..


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Chain'd on the burning lake: nor ever thence 210
Had ris’n, or heav'd his head, but that the will
And high permission of all-ruling heaven,
Left him at large to his own dark designs :
That with reiterated crimes he might
Heap on himself damnation, while he sought 215
Evil to others; and enrag'd might see,
How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth
Infinite goodness, grace, and mercy shewn
On man by him seduc’d: but on himself
Treble confusion, wrath, and vengeance pour’d. 220
Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
His mighty ftature; on each hand the flames
Driv’n backward Nope their pointing spires,and rowl'd
In billows, leave i' th’midst a horrid vale.
Then with expanded wings he steers his flight 225
Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air,
That felt unusual weight: till on dry land
He lights, if it were land that ever burn'd
With solid, as the lake with liquid fire :
And such appeard in hue, as when the force
Of subterranean wind transports a hill
Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side
Of thund'ring Ætna, whose combustible
And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire,
Sublim'd with mineral fury, aid the winds, 235
And leave a singed bottom all involv'd
With stench and smoke: such resting found the fole
Of unbless'd feet! Him follow'd his next mate,
Both glorying have 'fcap'd the Stygian food,


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