Say first—for Heaven hides nothing from thy view, Cause of the Nor the deep tract of Hell — say first what cause Moved our grand Parents, in that happy state, Favored of Heaven so highly, to fall off From their Creator, and transgress His will For one restraint, lords of the World besides. Who first seduced them to that foul revolt 'I
The infernal Serpent; he it was whose guile, Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived 35 The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host Of rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers, He trusted to have equaled the Most High, to
If He opposed, and, with ambitious aim Against the throne and monarchy of God, Raised impious war in Heaven and battle proud, With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, 45 With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
Satan; his overthrow and its result.
\n adamantine chains and penal fire. n Z^Whodurst defy the Omnipotent to, arms
Nine times the space that measures day and night 50
To mortal men, he, with his horrid crew, Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf,
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Confounded, though immortal. But his doom
Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain 65
Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes,
That witnessed huge affliction and dismay,
Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate.
At once, as far as Angel's ken, he views
s' Satan in the
The dismal situation waste and wild. 60 nery prison of
A dungeon horrible on all sides round Hel1
As one great furnace flamed: vet from those
flames co
No light; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace 66 And rest can never dwell, hope never comes /ps
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 70
For those rebellious; here their prison ordained 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. 74 Oh how unlike the place from whence they fell! There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelmed With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire, He soow^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 Arch-Enemy, Beelzebub,
And thence in Heaven called Satan, with bold Satan's nearwords est mate'
Breaking the horrid silence, thus began: —
'If thou beest he — but oh how fallen! how
changed From him who, in the happy realms of light, 85 Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst out- shine Myriads, though bright! — if he, whom mutual
league, United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise, Joined with me once, now misery hath joined 90 In equal ruin — into what pit thou seest From what highth fallen — so much the stronger
proved He with His thunder; and till then who knew The force of those dire arms? Yet not for
those, Satan reveals Nor what the potent Victor in His rage 95
his character. Qan else inflictj do I repent, or change,
Though changed in outward lustre, that fixed
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 armed, 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? 105
* -tW'A f All is not lost — the unconquerable will,
1/^^^ Y 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 no Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify His power Who, from the terror of this arm, so late Doubted His empire — that were low indeed; That were an ignominy and shame beneath lis This downfall; 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 advanced, We may with more successful hope resolve 120 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 racked with deep despair; And him thus answered 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, endangered Heaven's perpetual King, Beelzebub's And put to proof His high supremacy, g oomy ques-
Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate! Too well I see and rue the. dire event That, with sad overthrow and foul defeat, 136
Hath lost us Heaven, and all this mighty host In horrible destruction laid thus low, As far as Gods and Heavenly Essences Can perish —for the mind and spirit remains
Satan's
indomitable
purpose.
Invincible, and vigor soon returns, 140
Though all our glory extinct, and happy state Here swallowed 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'erpowered such force as ours) 145
Have left us this our spirit and strength entire, 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, lso
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 undiminished, or eternal being To undergo eternal punishment?' 1BB
Whereto with speedy words the Arch-Fiend 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, leo
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 ofttimes may succeed so as perhaps Shall grieve Him, if I fail not, and disturb His inmost counsels from their destined aim. But see! the angry Victor hath recalled
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