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His ministers of vengeance and pursuit

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Back to the gates 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,
Winged 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.

Seest 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 harbor there;
And, reassembling our afflicted powers,
Consult how we may henceforth most offend
Our Enemy, our own loss how repair,
How overcome this dire calamity,

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What reinforcement we may gain from hope,
If not, what resolution from despair.'

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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,
Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge
As whom the fables name of monstrous size,
Titanian, or Earth-born, that warred on Jove,
Briareos, or Typhon, whom the den

By ancient Tarsus held; or that sea-beast
Leviathan, which God of all his works

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Created hugest that swim the ocean stream.
Him, haply slumbering on the Norway foam,
The pilot of some small night-foundered 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 wishèd morn delays.

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So stretched out huge in length the Arch-Fiend

lay,

Chained 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 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 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 poured. 220
Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
His mighty stature; on each hand the flames
Driven backward slope their pointing spires, and,
rolled

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 burned
With solid, as the lake with liquid fire,

The burning And such appeared in hue as when the force

land on which they alight.

Of subterranean wind transports a hill

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Torn from Pelorus, or the shattered side
Of thundering Etna, whose combustible
And fueled entrails thence conceiving fire,
Sublimed with mineral fury, aid the winds,
And leave a singèd bottom, all involved
With stench and smoke.

sole

Of unblest feet.

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Such resting found the

Him followed his next mate;

Both glorying to have scaped the Stygian flood

As gods, and by their own recovered strength, 240
Not by the sufferance of supernal power.

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That we must change for Heaven?

ful gloom

this mourn

For that celestial light? Be it so, since He
Who now is sovran can dispose and bid

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What shall be right; farthest from Him is best,
Whom reason hath equaled, force hath made

supreme

Above His equals. Farewell, happy fields,

Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, 250
Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell,
Receive thy new possessor

one who brings

A mind not to be changed by place or time;

The mind is its own place, and in itself

Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. 255
What matter where, if I be still the same,

And what I should be, all but less than He
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built
Here for His envy, will not drive us hence;

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Here we may reign secure; and, in my choice,
To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell;
(Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven. |
But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
The associates and copartners of our loss,
Lie thus astonished on the oblivious pool,
And call them not to share with us their part
In this unhappy mansion, or once more
With rallied arms to try what may be yet
Regained in Heaven, or what more lost in Hell?’
So Satan spake; and him Beelzebub
Thus answered: Leader of those armies bright
Which, but the Omnipotent, none could have

Beelzebub's confidence in Satan's power to inspire.

Satan's spear and shield.

foiled!

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If once they hear that voice, their liveliest pledge
Of hope in fears and dangers — heard so oft
In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
Of battle, when it raged, in all assaults
Their surest signal - they will soon resume
New courage and revive, though now they lie
Groveling and prostrate on yon lake of fire,
As we erewhile, astounded and amazed;
No wonder, fallen such a pernicious highth.'

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He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous

shield,

Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, 285
Behind him cast. The broad circumference
Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb
Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views
At evening, from the top of Fesolè,

Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands,

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Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.

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His spear
to equal which the tallest pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast
Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
He walked with, to support uneasy steps
Over the burning marl, — not like those steps
On Heaven's azure; and the torrid clime
Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Nathless he so endured, till on the beach
Of that inflamèd sea he stood, and called
His legions
Angel Forms, who lay entranced
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades
High overarched embower; or scattered sedge
Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion armed
Hath vexed the Red Sea coast, whose waves
o'erthrew

Busiris and his Memphian chivalry,

While with perfidious hatred they pursued
The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld

From the safe shore their floating carcasses

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And broken chariot-wheels. So thick bestrown,
Abject and lost, lay these, covering the flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He called so loud that all the hollow deep
Of Hell resounded: -
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Princes, Potentates,
Warriors, the Flower of Heaven once yours,
now lost,

If such astonishment as this can seize

Eternal Spirits! Or have ye chosen this place
After the toil of battle to repose

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The numbers

of his reclining host.

Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find

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