Resounded, and had Earth been then, all Earth
Had to her centre shook. What wonder? when Millions of fierce encountering Angels fought
On either side, the least of whom could wield Manie?
These elements, and arm him with the force
Of all their regions: 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 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, ons 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 pow'r 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 Archangel 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, 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 These 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 ḥroits,
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
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 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 God they seem'd, Stood they or mov'd, in stature, motion, arms, Fit to decide the empire of great Heaven. 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 fields, 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 planes 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 might or swift prevention: but the sword Of Michael, from the armoury of God, Was giv'n him temper'd so, that neither keeņ 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, it 325
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 thro' him; but th' ethereal substance clos'd, Not long divisible; and from the gash
A stream of necta'rous humour issuing flow'd Sanguine, such as celestial Spi'rits may bleed. And all his armour 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 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 Spi'rits 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 deserv'd Memorial, where the might of Gabriel fought, And with fierce ensigns pierc'd the deep array Of Moloch, furious king; who him defy'd, And at his chariot-wheels to drag him bound Threaten'd, nor from the Holy One of Heaven Refrain'd his tongue blasphemous; 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 than less Gods
Disdain'd, but meaner thoughts learn'd in their flight,
Mangled with ghastly wounds thro' 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 wond'rous, and in acts of war, Nor of renown less eager, yet by doom Cancel'd from Heav'n 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
Vain glorious, and through infamy seeks fame: Therefore eternal silence be their doom.
"And now their mightiest quell'd, the battle swerv'd, fi
With many an inroad gor'd; deformed rout Enter'd, and foul disorder; all the ground With shiver'd armour strown, and on a heap Chariot and charioteer lay overturn'd, And fiery foaming steeds; what stood, recoil'd O'erwearied, through the faint Satanic host Defensive scarce, or with pale fear surpris'd,
Then first with fear surpris'd and sense of pain,
Fled ignominious, to such evil brouglit
By sin of disobedience, till that hour
Not liable to fear, or flight, or pain, Far otherwise, th' inviolable Saints
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