Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell 190 On the proud crest of Satan, that no sight, Nor motion of swift thought, less could his shield Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge
He back recoil'd; the tenth on bended knee His massy spear upstay'd; as if on earth Winds under ground, or waters forcing way Sidelong had push'd a mountain from his seat Half sunk with all his pines. Amazement seiz'd The rebel thrones, but greater rage to see Thus foil'd their mightiest: ours joy fill'd, and shout, Presage of victory, and fierce desire
Of battle: whereat Michaël bid sound Th'arch-angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n It sounded, and the faithful armies rung Hosanna to the High'est: nor stood at gaze The adverse legions, nor less hideous join'd The horrid shock: now storming fury rose, And clamor such as heard in Heav'n till now Was never; arms on armor clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss Of fiery darts in flaming vollies flew, And flying vaulted either host with fire. So under fiery cope together rush'd Both battles main, with ruinous assault And inextinguishable rage; all Heav'n Resounded, and had Earth been then, all Earth Had to her centre shook. What wonder? when
Millions of fire-encount'ring Angels fought 220 On either side, the least of whom could wield These elements, and arm him with the force Of all their region: how much more of power Army' against army numberless to raise Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb, Though not destroy, their happy native seat; Had not th' eternal King omnipotent From his strong hold of Heav'n high over-rul'd And limited their might; though number'd such As each divided legion might have seem'd 230 A numerous host, in strength each armed hand A legion, led in fight yet leader seem'd 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 rely'd, 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 confus'd, 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 oppos'd the rocky orb Of tenfold adamant, his ample shield, A vast circumference: at his approach The great arch-angel from his warlike toil Surceas'd, and glad, as hoping here to end Intestine war in Heav'n, th' Arch-foe subdu'd Or captive dragg'd in chains, with hostile frown 260 And visage all inflam'd first thus began:
Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt, Unnam'd in Heav'n, now plenteous, as thou seest The acts of hateful strife, hateful to all, Though heaviest by just measure on thyself And thy adherents: how hast thou disturb’d Heav'n'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 prov'd false? But think not here To trouble holy rest; Heav'n casts thee out From all her confines. Heav'n, 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, 290 Or turn this Heav'n itself into the Hell
Thou fablest, here however to dwell free, If not to reign: meanwhile thy utmost force, And join him nam'd 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 pow'r? for likest gods they seem'd, Stood they or mov'd, in stature, motion, arms, Fit to decide the empire of great Heav'n. Now wav'd their fiery swords, and in the air Made horrid circles; two broad suns their shields Blaz'd opposite, while expectation stood
In horror; from each hand with speed retir'd, Where erst was thickest fight, th' 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 pow'r at once; nor odds appear'd In swift prevention: but the sword Of Michael, from the armory of God, Was giv'n him temper'd so, that neither keen Nor solid might resist that edge: it met The sword of Satan with steep force to smite Descending, and in half cut sheer; nor stay'd But with swift wheel reverse, deep ent'ring shar'd All his right side: then Satan first knew pain, And writh'd him to and fro convolv'd; so sore The griding sword with discontinuous wound Pass'd through him: but th' ethereal substance clos'd, Not long divisible; and from the gash A stream of necta'rous humor issuing flow'd Sanguine, such as celestial spi'rits may bleed, And all his armor stain'd ere while so bright, Forthwith on all sides to his aid was run By angels many' and strong, who interpos'd Defence, while others bore him on their shields Back to his chariot, where it stood retir'd From off the files of war; there they him laid
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