Each warrior, single as in chief; expert When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway Of battle, open when, and when to close The ridges of grim war: no thought of flight, None of retreat, no unbecoming deed That argued fear; each on himself relied, As only in his arm the moment lay Of victory. Deeds of eternal fame
Were done, but infinite; for wide was spread That war, and various: sometimes on firm ground A standing fight; then, soaring on main wing, Tormented all the air; all air seem'd then Conflicting fire. Long time in even scale The battle hung; till Satan, who that day Prodigious power had shown, and met in arms No equal, ranging through the dire attack Of fighting seraphim confused, at length
Saw where the sword of Michael smote, and fell'd Squadrons at once: with huge two-handed sway, Brandish'd aloft, the horrid edge came down Wide-wasting; such destruction to withstand He hasted, and opposed the rocky orb Of tenfold adamant, his ample shield, A vast circumference. At his approach- The great archangel from his warlike toil Surceased, and glad, as hoping here to end Intestine war in heaven, the arch-foe subdued, Or captive dragg'd in chains, with hostile frown And visage all inflamed, first thus began: "Author of evil unknown till thy revolt, Unnamed in heaven, now plenteous, as thou seest
These acts of hateful strife, hateful to all, Though heaviest, by just measure, on thyself And thy adherents: how hast thou disturb'd Heaven's blessed peace, and into nature brought Misery, uncreated till the crime
Of thy rebellion? how hast thou instill'd
Thy malice into thousands, once upright
And faithful, now proved false? But think not here
To trouble holy rest; heaven casts thee out From all her confines. Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war. Hence, then, and evil go with thee along, Thy offspring, to the place of evil, hell;
Thou and thy wicked crew! there mingle broils, Ere this avenging sword begin thy doom, Or some more sudden vengeance, wing'd from God, Precipitate thee with augmented pain.'
"So spake the prince of angels; to whom thus The adversary: 'Nor think thou with wind Of airy threats to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not. Hast thou turn'd the least of these To flight? or if to fall, but that they rise Unvanquish'd; easier to transact with me That thou shouldst hope, imperious, and with threats To chase me hence? Err not that so shall end The strife which thou call'st evil, but we style The strife of glory; which we mean to win, Or turn this heaven itself into the hell Thou fablest; here, however, to dwell free, If not to reign: meanwhile, thy utmost force,
And join him named Almighty to thy aid,
I fly not, but have sought thee far and nigh.' "They ended parle, and both address'd for fight Unspeakable; for who, though with the tongue Of angels, can relate, or to what things Liken on earth conspicuous, that may lift Human imagination to such height
Of godlike power? for likest gods they seem'd, Stood they or moved, in stature, motion, arms, Fit to decide the empire of great heaven. Now waved their fiery swords, and in the air Made horrid circles: two broad suns their shields Blazed opposite, while Expectation stood
In horror: from each hand with speed retired, Where erst was thickest fight, the angelic throng, And left large field, unsafe within the wind Of such commotion; such as, to set forth Great things by small, if, Nature's concord broke, Among the constellations war were sprung, Two planets, rushing from aspéct malign Of fiercest opposition, in mid sky
Should combat, and their jarring spheres confound. Together both, with next to almighty arm Uplifted imminent, one stroke they aim'd That might determine, and not need repeat, As not of power at once; nor odds appear'd In might or swift prevention: but the sword Of Michael, from the armoury of God, Was given him temper'd so, that neither keen Nor solid might resist that edge: it met The sword of Satan, with steep force to stnite
Descending, and in half cut sheer;` nor stay'd, But with swift wheel reverse, deep entering, shared All his right side: then Satan first knew pain, And writhed him to and fro convolved; so sore The griding sword with discontinuous wound Pass'd through him: but the ethereal substance closed,
Not long divisible; and from. the gash
A stream of nect'rous humour issuing flow'd, Sanguine, such as celestial spirits may bleed, · And all his armour stain'd, erewhile so bright. Forthwith, on all sides, to his aid was run By angels many and strong, who interposed Defence, while others bore him on their shields Back to his chariot, where it stood retired From off the files of war: there they him laid Gnashing for anguish, and despite, and shame, To find himself not matchless, and his pride Humbled by such rebuke, so far beneath His confidence to equal God in power.
Yet soon he heal'd; for spirits that live throughout Vital in every part, not as frail man
In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die;
Nor in their liquid texture mortal wound Receive, no more than can the fluid air: All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear, All intellect, all sense; and, as they please, They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size, Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.
"Meanwhile, in other parts, like deeds deserved
Memorial, where the might of Gabriel fought, And with fierce ensigns pierced the deep array Of Moloch, furious king, who him defied, And at his chariot-wheels to drag him bound Threaten'd, nor from the Holy One of heaven Refrain❜d his tongue blasphémous; but anon, Down cloven to the waist, with shatter'd arms, And uncouth pain, fled bellowing. On each wing, Uriel and Raphaël, his vaunting foe,
Though huge, and in a rock of diamond arm'd, Vanquish'd Adramelech and Asmadai,
Two potent thrones, that to be less than gods Disdain'd, but meaner thoughts learn'd in their flight,
Mangled with ghastly wounds through plate and mail.
Nor stood unmindful Abdiel to annoy
The atheist crew, but with redoubled blow, Ariel, and Arioch, and the violence
Of Ramiel, scorch'd and blasted, overthrew. I might relate of thousands, and their names Eternize here on earth; but those elect Angels, contented with their fame in heaven, Seek not the praise of men; the other sort, In might though wondrous, and in acts of war, Nor of renown less eager, yet by doom. Cancell'd from heaven and sacred memory, Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell. For strength from truth divided, and from just, Illaudable, nought merits but dispraise And ignominy; yet to glory aspires,
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