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From those deep-throated Engines belcht, whose roar
Embowel'd with outragious noisethe Air,
And all her Entrails tore, disgorging foul
Their devilish glut, chain'd Thunder-bolts and Hail
Of Iron Globes, which on the Victor Host

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Leveld, with such impetuous fury smore,
That whom they hit, none on their feet might stand,
Though standing else as Rocks, but down they fell
By thousands, Angel on Arch-Angel rowl'd;
The sooner for their Arms, unarm'd they might
Have easily as Spirits evaded swift

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By quick Contraction or Remove; but now
Foul diffipation follow'd and forc'd rout;
Nor servod it to relax their ferried files.
What should they do? if on they rúfht, repulse 609
Repeated, and indecent overthrow
Doubled, would render them yet more despisid,
And to their foes a laughter; for in view
Stood rankt of Seraphim another row
In posture to displode their second tire

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Of Thunder: back defeated to return
They worse abhorrd. Satan beheld their plight,
And to his Mates thus in derisĵon call?d.

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O Friends, why come not on these Vi&tors proud?
Ere while they fierce were coming, and when we,
To entertain them fair with open Front

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And Breaft, (what could we more?) propounded terms
Of composition, ftrait they chang'd their minds,
Flew off, and into strange Vagaries fell,
As they would Dance, yet for a Dance they seem'd
Somewhat extravagant and wild, perhaps

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For joy of offer'd peace : but I suppose
If our proposals once again were heard
We should compel them to a quick Result.

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To whom thus Belial in like gamesom mood,
Leader, the terms we sent were terms of Weight,

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Of Hard contents, and full of Force urg'd home,
Such as we might perceive amus'd them all,
And stumbled many ; who receives them right,
Had need from head to footwell Understand ;
Not Understood, this gift they have besides,
They shew us when our foes walk nor Upright..

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So they among themselves in pleasant yein
Stood scoffing, heightend in their thoughts beyond
All doubt of Victory, Eternal Might

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To match with their inventions they presum'd
So easie, and of his Thunder made a scurn,
And all His Hof derided, while they stood
A while in trouble; but they stood not long:
Rage prompted them at length, and found them arms,
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Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power
which God hath in his mighty Angels placéd)
Their Arms away they threw, and to the Hills
(For Earth hath this variety from Heav'n

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Of pleasure situate in Hill and Dale)
Light as the Lightning glimpse they ran, they flew,
From their Foundations loosning to and fro
They pluckt the seated Hills with all their load,
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Up-lifting bore them in their hands, Amaze,
Be sure, and terrour seiz'd the rebel Hoft,
When coming towards them so dread they saw
The bottom of the Mountains upward turn'd,
Till on those cursed Engines triple-row
They saw them whelm’d, and all their confidence
Under the weight of Mountains bury'd deep,
Themselves invaded next, and on their heads
Main Promontories Aung, which in the Air
Came shadowing, and opprest whole Legions arm’d.
Their armour help'd their harm, crush'd in and bruis'd
Into their Substance pent, which wrought them pain
Implaçable, and many a dolorous groan,

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Long struggling underneath, ere they could wind
Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light,
Pureft at first, now gross by Sinning grown.
The rest in imitation to like Arms
Betook them, and the neighbouring Hillsuptore:
So Hills amid the Air encounter'd Hills
Hurl'd to and fro with jaculation dire,
That under ground they fought in dismal shade ;
Infernal noise; War seem'd a civil Game
To this uproar; horrid confusion heapt
Upon confusion rose. And now all Heav'n
Had gone to wrack, with ruin over-fpread,
Had not th' Almighty Father where he fits
Shrin'd in his Sanctuary of Heav'n secure,
Consulting on the sum of things, foreseen
This tumult, and permitted all, advis’d:
That his great purpose he might so fulfil,
To honour hiş Anointed Son aveng'd
Upon his enemies, and to declare
All Power on him transferrd: whence to his Son
Th’Afessor of his Throne he țhus begao.

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Effulgence of my Glory, Son belov’d,

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Son in whose face invisible is beheld
Visibly what by Deity I am,
And in whose hand what by Decree I do,
Second Omnipotence, two days are past,
Two days, as we compute the days of Heavin, 685
Since Michael and his Powers went forth to tame
These disobedient ; sore hath been their fight.
As likęlieft was, when two such foes met arm’d;
For to themselves I left them, and thou know'k,
Equal in their Creation they were form’d,

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Save what sin hath impair'd, which yet hath wrought
Insensibly, for 1: fufpend their doom ;
Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last
Endless, and no folution will be found.
War wearied hath perform'd what War can do,

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And to disorder'd rage let loose the reins,
With Mountains as with Weapons arm’d, which makes
Wild work in Heav'n, and dangerous to the main,
Two days are therefore past, the third is thine ;
For thee I have ordain'd it, and thus far

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Have suffer'd, that the Glory may be thine
Of ending this great War, since none but Thou
Can end it. Into thee fuch Virtue and Grace
Immense I have transfus'd, that all may know
In Heav'n and Hellthy Power above comparé, 705
And this perverse Commotion govern'd thus,
To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir
Of all things, to be Heir and to be King
By Sacred Un&ion, thy deserv'd right.
Gothen thou Mightiest in thy Father's might ; 710
Ascend my Chariot, guide the rapid Wheels
That shake Heav'ns Bafis; bring forth all my War,
My Bow and Thunder'; my Almighty Arms
Gird on, and Sword upon thỹ puissant Thigh;
Pursue these fons of Darkness, drive them out
From all Heav'ns bounds into the utter Deep :
There let them learn, as likes them, to despise
God and Messiah His anointed King.

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He said, and on his Son with Rayes direct
Shon full, he all his Father full expreft
Ineffably into his face receiv'd,
And thus the filial Godhead answering spake.

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O Father, o Supream of heav'nly Thrones, First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou always séck'st To glorifiethy Son, I always thee,

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bliss. Scepter and Power, thy giving, I assume, And gladlier shall resign, when in the end

Thou

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Thou shalt be All in all, and I in Thee
Forever, and in Me all whom thou lov'ft:
But whom thou hat'ft, l'hate, and can put on

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Thy Terrors, as I put thy M ildness on,
Image of thee in all things; and shall soon,
Arm’d with thy might, rid Heav'n of these rebell'd,
To their prepar'd ill Mansion driven down
To chains of darkness, and th' undying Worm,
That from thy just obedience could revolt, 1740
Whom to obey is happiness entire.
Then shall thy Saints unmixt, and from th' impure
Far separate, circling thy Holy Mount
Unfeign'd Hallelujahs to theeling,
Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief.

So said, 'he o'er his Scepter bowing, rose From the right Hand of Glory where he sat, And the third sacred Morn began to shine (wind found Dawning through Heav'n : Forth rush'd' with whirlThe Chariot of Paternal Deity,

750 Flashing thick flames, wheel within Wheel undrawn, It self instinct with Spirit, but convoy'd By four Cherubic shapes; four Faces each Had wondrous; as with Stars their bodies all And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels Of Beril, and careering Fires between; Over their heads a chryftal Firmament, Whereon a Saphis Throne, inlaid with pure Amber, and colours of the showry Arch. He in Celestial Panoply all arm’d Of radiant Vrim, work divinely wrought, Ascended ; at his right hand Vi&tory Sate Eagle-wing'd; beside him hung his Bow And Quiver with three-bolted Thunder stor’d, And from about him fierce Effusion rowld 765 Of smoak, and bickering fame, and sparkles dire. Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints He onward came; far off his coming shon, And twenty thousand (I their number heard);

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