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Who durst defy th’Omnipotent to arms.
Nine times the space that measures day and night
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew 51
Lay vanquish’d, rolling in the fiery gulf,
Confounded though immortal : But his doom
Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain 55
Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes,
That witness'd huge affliction and dismay
Mix'd with obdurate pride and stedfast hate.
At once, as far as Angels ken, he views
The dismal situation waste and wild ; 60
A dungeon horrible on all sides round
Aş one great furnace flam’d, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes 66
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning sulphur unconsum’d:
Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd 70
For those rebellious; here their pris'n ordain'd
In utter darkness, and their portion set
As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n,
As from the centre thrice to th' utmost pole.
O how unlike the place from whence they fell!
There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelm'd 76
With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
He soon discerns, and welt'ring by his side

One next himself in pow'r, and next in crime,
Long after known in Palestine, and nam'd 80
Beelzebub. To whom th’ Arch-Enemy,
And thence in Heav'n callid Satan, with bold words
Breaking the horrid silence thus began :

If thou beest he; but O how fall’n! how chang’d From him who, in the happy realms of light 85 Cloth'd with transcendent brightness, didst out

shine Myriads tho’ bright! If he whom mutual league, United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise, Join'd with me once, now misery hath join'd 90 In equal ruin: into what pit thou seest · Fromwhatheightfall’n,so much thestrongerprov'd He with his thunder: and till then who knew The force of those dire arms ? yet not for those, Nor what the potent victor in his rage 95 Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though chang'd in outward lustre that fix'd mind And high disdain from sense of injur'd merit, That with the Mightiest rais'd me to contend, And to the fierce contention brought along 100 Innumerable force of Spirits arm’d, That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring, His utmost pow'r with adverse pow'r oppos'd In dubious battle on the plains of Heav'n, And shook his throne. What tho'the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will 106 And study of revenge, immortal hate,

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And courage never to submit or yield,
And what is else not to be overcome;
That glory never shall his wrath or might 110
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deify his pow'r,
Who from the terror of this arm so late
Doubted his empire; that were low indeed !
That were an ignominy and shame beneath 115
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 advanc'd,
We may with more successful hope resolve 120
To wage by force or guile eternal war,
Irreconcileable to our grand foe,
Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n. .

So spake th’apostate Angel, though in pain, 125
Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair :
And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer.

O Prince, O Chief of many throned powers !
That led th'embattl'd Seraphim to war
Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds 130
Fearless, endanger’d Heav'n's perpetual King,
And put to proof his high supremacy,
Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate;
Too well I see and rue the dire event,
That with sad overthrow and foul defeat 135
Hath lost us Heav'n, and all this mighty host
In horrible destruction laid thus low,

As far as Gods and heav'nly essences
Can perish: for the mind and spi'rit remains
Invincible, and vigour soon returns,

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Though all our glory extinct, and happy state
Here swallow'd up in endless misery.
But what if he our conqu’ror (whom I now
Of force believe almighty, since no less
Than such could have o'erpow'r'd such force as
ours)

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Have left us this our sp’rit 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 bus'ness be 150
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 undiminish’d, or eternal being
To undergo eternal punishment?

155 Whereto with speedy words th’ Arch-Fiend re

ply'd :
Fall'n 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,

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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 labour must be to pervert that end,
And out of good still to find means of evil; 165

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Which oft-times may succeed, so as perhaps
Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
His inmost counsels from their destin'd aim.
the angry

victor hath recall'd
His ministers of vengeance and pursuit 170
Back to the gates of Heav'n: the sulph’rous hail
Shot after us in storm, o'erblown hath laid
The fiery surge, that from the precipice
Of Heav’n receiv'd us falling; and the thunder,
Wing’d with red lightning and impetuous rage,
Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now 176
To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.
Let us not slip th’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 glimm’ring 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 harbour there, 185
And reassembling our afflicted powers,
Consult how we may henceforth most offend
Our enemy, our own loss how repair,
How overcome this dire calamity,
What reinforcement we may gain from hope, 190
If not what resolution from despair.

Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate
With bead uplift above the wave, and eyes
That sparkling blaz’d, his other parts besides
Prone on the flood, extended long and large, 195

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