Confounded, though immortal : But his doom Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought Both of lost happiness, and lasting pain,
55 Torments him : round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once, as far as Angels ken, he views The dismal situation waste and wild : A dungeon horrible on all sides round As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
65 And rest can never dwell; hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever burning sulphur unconsumed : Such place Eternal Justice had prepared For those rebellious; here their prison ordain'd In utter darkness, and their portion set As far removed from God and light of Heaven As from the centre thrice to the utmost pole. 0, how unlike the place from whence they fell! 75 There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelm'd With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire, He soon discerns; and weltering by his side One next himself in power, and next in crime, Long after known in Palestine, and named 80 Beelzebub. To whom the Archenemy, And thence in Heaven call'd Satan, with bold words Breaking the horrid silence, thus began.
If thou be he; but o, how fallen! how changed From him, who, in the happy realms of light, 85 Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine Myriads though bright! If he whom mutual league, United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise, Join'd with me once, now misery hath join'd 90
In equal ruin! Into what pit thou seest, From what height fallen ; so much the stronger proved He with his thunder. and till then who knew i The force of those dire armis ? Yet not for those, pa Nor what the potent victor in his ragé
95 Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though changed in outward lustre, that fix'd mind, And high disdain from sense of injured merit, That with the Mightiest raised me to contend, And to the fierce contention brought along 100 Innumerable force of Spirits arm’d, mis : That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring, His utmost power with adverse power opposed In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven, And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be overcome ; & That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify lris power, 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 fato, the strength of Gods And this empyreal substance cannot fail ; Since through experience of this great event In arms not worse, in foresight' much advanced, We may with more successful hope resolve To wage, by force or guile, eternal war Irreconcilable to our grand Foe, Who now triumphs, and, in the excess of joy Sole reigning, holds the tyranny of Heaven.
So spake the apostate Angel, though in pain, 125 Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer.
O Prince, O Chief of many throned Powers,
That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds
130 Fearless endanger'd Heaven'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 sad overthrow, and foul defeat,
135 Hath lost us Heaven, and all this mighty hust In horrible destruction laid thus low, As far as Gods and heavenly essences Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains Invincible, and vigour soon returns,
140 Though all our glory extinct, and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery. But what if he our Conqueror (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, 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 ?
155 Whereto with speedy words the Archfiend replied.
Fallen cherub! to be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering: but of this be sure, To do aught good never will be our task, But ever to do ill our sole delight,
160 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 labour must be to pervert that end, And out of good still to find means of evil; 165 Which ofttimes may succeed so as perhaps
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Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb His inmost counsels from their destined aim. But see! the angry victor hath recall’d His ministers of vengeance and pursuit
170 Back to the gatos of Heaven: the sulphurous hail, Shot after us in storm, o'erblown, hath laid The fiery surge, that from the precipice Of Heaven received 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 slip the occasion, whether scorn, Or satiate fury, yield it from our Foe. Soest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild, 180 The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves; There rest, if any rest can harbour there; 185 And, reassembling our afflicted Powers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend Qur Encmy; 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 uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, 195 Lay floating many a rood; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that war'd on Jove; Briarëos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held; or that seabeast 200 Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam The pilot of some small night-fou.der'd skiff
Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind, Moors by his side under the lee; while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays: So stretch'd out huge in length the Archfiend lay, Chain'd on the burning lake: nor ever thence 210 Had risen, or heaved his head; but that the will . And high permission of all-ruling Heaven Left hint 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, enraged, might see How all his malice served but to bring forth Infinite goodness, grace, and mercy, shown On Man by him seduced; but on himself Treble confusion, wrath, and vengeance, pour'd: 220 Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool His mighty stature : on each hand the flames, Driven backward, slope their pointing spires, and rollid In billows, leave i' the 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 appear'd in hue, as when the force
230 Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side Of thundering Ætna, whose combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire, Sublimed with mineral fury, aid the winds,
With stench and smoke : such resting found the sole Of unbless'd feet. Him follow'd his next mate: Both glorying to have scaped the Stygian flood As Gods, and by their own recover'd strength, 240 Not by the sufferance of supernal Power.
Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,
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