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Of Cbaos, and his dark pavilion spread 960
Wide on the wateful Deep: with him inthron'd
Sat sable-vested Nigbt, eldest of things,
The consort of his reign : and by them stood
Orcbus, and Ades, and the dreaded name
Of Demogorgon : Rumor next, and Chance, 965
And Tumult, and Confusion all imbroild,
And Discord with a thousand various mouths,
T'whom Satan turning boldly, thus.--Ye Pow'rs,
And spirits, of this nethermost abyfs,
Cbaos, and Ancient Night! I come no spy
With purpose to explore, or to disturb, 971
The fecrets of your realm; but by constraint
Wand'ring this darksome defart, as my way
Lies through your spacious empire up to light,
Alone, and without guide, half loft, I seek
What readiest path leads where your gloomy bounds
Confine with heav'n: or if some other place
From your dominion won, th' ethereal King
Poffeffes lately, thither to arrive
I travel this Profound : direct my course; 980
Directed, no mean recompense it brings
To your behoof: if I that region loft,
All usurpation thence expelld, reduce
To her original darkness, and your sway, 984
(Which is my prefent journey) and once more
Erect the standard there of Ancient Night;
Yours be th' advantage all, mine the revenge!

Thus Satan; and him thus the anarch old,
With fault'ring speech, and visage incompos'd,

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Answer'd. I know thee, stranger, who thou art, 99
That mighty leading Angel who of late
Made head against heav'n's King, tho' overthrown,
I faw, and heard; for such a num'rous hoft
Fled not in silence through the frighted Deep,
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,

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Confufion worse confounded; and heav'n-gates
Pour'd out by millions her victorious bands
Pursuing. I upon my frontiers here
Keep residence; if all I can will serve,
That little which is left fo to defend,
Encroach'd on still through our inteftine broiles,
Weak’ning the sceptre of old Night : first hell,
Your dungeon, stretching far and wide beneath :
Now lately hear'n, and earth, another world
Hung o'er my realm, link'd in a golden chain, 1005
To that side heav'n from whence your legions fell.
If that way be your walk, you have not far;
So much the nearer danger : go, and speed !
Havoc, and spoil, and ruin are my gain.

He ceas'd, and Satan staid not to reply, 1010
But glad that now his sea fhould find a fhore,
With fresh alacrity, and force renew'd,
Springs upward, like a pyramid of fire,
Into the wild expanse; and through the fhock
Of fighting elements, on all fides round

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Environ'd, wins his way: harder beset,
And more endanger'd, than when Argo pafs'd
Through Bosphorus, betwixt the justling rocks &
Or when Ulyfes on the Larboard fhunn'd

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Charybdis, and by th'other whirlpool steer'd.
So he with difficulty, and labor hard
Mov'd on: with difficulty and labor he;
But he once past, soon after, when man fell,
Strange alteration! Sin, and Deatb, a-main
Following his track (such was the will of heav'n!)
Pav'd after him a broad and beaten way 1026
Over the dark abyss, whose boiling gulf
Tamely endur'd a bridge of wond'rous length,
From hell continu’d, reaching th’utmost orb
Of this frail world; by which the spirits perverse
With easie intercourse pass to and fro, 1031
To tempt or punish mortals, except whom
God and good Angels guard by special grace.

But now at last the sacred influence
Of light appears, and from the walls of heav'n 1035
Shoots far into the bosom of dim night
A glimmering dawn: here Nature first begins
Her fartheft verge, and Chaos to retire,
As from her outmost works a broken foe,
With tumult less, and with less hostile din; 1040
That Satan with less toil, and now with ease,
Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light;
And like a weather-beaten vefsel holds
Gladly the port, though shrouds and tackle torn :
Or in the emptier waste, resembling ait, 1045
Weighs his spread wings, at leisure to behold
Far off th’empyreal heav'n, extended wide
In circuit, undetermin'd square or round :
With opal tow'rs, and battlements adorn'd

Of living faphir, (once his native feat!) 1050
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain,
This pendant world, in bigness as a star
Of smallest magnitude, clofe by the moon.
Thither full fraught with mischievous revenge,
Accurs'd, and in a cursed hour he hies,

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The End of the Second Book.

PARADISE LOST.

BOOK III.

The ARGUMENT. God sitting on his throne

fees Satan flying tawards this world, then newly created; Thews him to the Son who sat at his right hand; foretells the success of Satan in perverting mankind: clears his own justice and wisdom from all imputation, having created Man free, and able enough to have withstood his tempter ; yet declares his purpose of grace towards him, in regard he fell not of his own malice, as did Satan, but by him seduc'd. The Son of God renders praises to his Father for the manifeftation of his gracious purpose towards Man; but God again declares, that grace cannot be extended towards Man without the fatisfaction of divine justice; Man

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