They creep, yet see; I dark in light, exposed
To daily fraud, contempt, abuse, and wrong,
Within doors, or without, still as a fool,
In power of others, never in my own;
Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day!

O first-created beam, and thou great Word,
"Let there be light, and light was over all;"
Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
The sun to me is dark

And silent as the moon,

When she deserts the night,

Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Since light so necessary is to life,
And almost life itself, if it be true
That light is in the soul,

She all in every part, why was this sight
To such a tender ball as the eye confined,
So obvious and so easy to be quench'd?
And not, as feeling, through all parts diffused,
That she might look at will through every pore?
Then had I not been thus exiled from light,
As in the land of darkness, yet in light,

To live a life half dead, a living death,
And buried; but, O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave:
Buried, yet not exempt,

By privilege of death and burial,

From worst of other evils, pains, and wrongs:

But made hereby obnoxious more

To all the miseries of life,

Life in captivity

Among inhuman foes.

But who are these? for with joint pace I hear
The tread of many feet steering this way;
Perhaps my enemies, who come to stare
At my affliction, and perhaps to insult;
Their daily practice to afflict me more.

Enter CHORUS.

Cho. This, this is he; softly awhile,
Let us not break in upon him :

O change beyond report, thought, or belief!
See how he lies at random, carelessly diffused,
With languish'd head unpropt,

As one past hope abandon'd,

And by himself given over;

In slavish habit, ill-fitted weeds,

O'er-worn and soil'd;

Or do my eyes misrepresent? Can this be he,

That heroic, that renown'd,

Irresistible Samson ? whom, unarm'd,

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No strength of man, or fiercest wild beast, could with

Who tore the lion as the lion tears the kid;

Ran on embattled armies clad in iron,

And, weaponless himself,

Made arms ridiculous, useless the forgery

Of brazen shield and spear, the hammer'd cuirass,
Chalybean-temper'd steel, and frock of mail

Adamantean proof!

But safest he who stood aloof,

When insupportably his foot advanced,

In scorn of their proud arms and warlike tools,

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Spurn'd them to death by troops. The bold Ascalonite
Fled from his lion ramp; old warriors turn'd
Their plated backs under his heel;

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Or, grovelling, soil'd their crested helmets in the dust. Then with what trivial weapon came to hand,

The jaw of a dead ass, his sword of bone,

A thousand foreskins fell, the flower of Palestine,

In Ramath-lechi, famous to this day.

Then by main force pull'd up, and on his shoulders The gates of Azza, post, and massy bar,

Up to the hill by Hebron, seat of giants old,

No journey of a sabbath-day, and loaded so;

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Like whom the Gentiles feign to bear up heaven. 150 Which shall I first bewail,

Thy bondage or lost sight,

Prison within prison

Inseparably dark ?

Thou art become (O worst imprisonment!)

The dungeon of thyself; thy soul

(Which men enjoying sight oft without cause com

Imprison'd now indeed,

In real darkness of the body dwells,

Shut up from outward light

To incorporate with gloomy night;

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For inward light, alas!

Puts forth no visual beam.

O mirror of our fickle state!
Since man on earth unparalleled,

The rarer thy example stands,

By how much from the top of wondrous glory,
Strongest of mortal men,

To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fallen.

For him I reckon not in high estate

Whom long descent of birth,

Or the sphere of fortune, raises;

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But thee, whose strength, while virtue was her mate,

Might have subdued the earth,

Universally crown'd with highest praises.

Matchless in

Sams. I hear the sound of words; their sense the air
Dissolves, unjointed, ere it reach my ear.
Cho. He speaks: let us draw nigh.
The glory late of Israel, now the grief;
We come, thy friends and neighbours not unknown,
From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale,

To visit or bewail thee; or, if better,
Counsel or consolation we may bring,

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Salve to thy sores; apt words have power to 'suage The tumours of a troubled mind,

And are as balm to fester'd wounds.

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Sams. Your coming, friends, revives me; for I learn Now of my own experience, not by talk, How counterfeit a coin they are who friends Bear in their superscription (of the most I would be understood): in prosperous days They swarm, but in adverse withdraw their head, Not to be found, though sought. Ye see, O friends, evils have enclosed me round;

How many

Yet that which was the worst now least afflicts me,
Blindness; for, had I sight, confused with shame,
How could I once look up, or heave the head,
Who, like a foolish pilot, have shipwreck'd
My vessel trusted to me from above,
Gloriously rigg'd; and for a word, a tear,
Fool! have divulged the secret gift of God
To a deceitful woman? Tell me, friends,
Am I not sung and proverb'd for a fool
In every street? Do they not say, How well
Are come upon him his deserts? Yet why?
Immeasurable strength they might behold
In me, of wisdom nothing more than mean;
This with the other should at least have pair'd;
These two, proportion'd ill, drove me transverse.

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Cho. Tax not divine disposal; wisest men
Have err'd, and by bad women been deceived;
And shall again, pretend they ne'er so wise.
Deject not, then, so overmuch thyself,
Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides :
Yet, truth to say, I oft have heard men wonder
Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather,
Than of thine own tribe, fairer, or as fair,
At least of thy own nation, and as noble.

Sams. The first I saw at Timna, and she pleased
Me, not my parents, that I sought to wed
The daughter of an infidel: they knew not
That what I motion'd was of God; I knew
From intimate impulse, and therefore urged
The marriage on; that by occasion hence
I might begin Israel's deliverance,
The work to which I was divinely call'd.
She, proving false, the next I took to wife
(O, that I never had! fond wish too late)
Was in the vale of Sorec, Dalila,
That specious monster, my accomplish'd snare.
I thought it lawful from my former act,
And the same end; still watching to oppress
Israel's oppressors: of what now I suffer
She was not the prime cause, but I myself,

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Who, vanquish'd with a peal of words (O, weakness!) Gave up my fort of silence to a woman.

Cho. In seeking just occasion to provoke

The Philistine, thy country's enemy,
Thou never wast amiss, I bear thee witness:
Yet Israel still serves, with all his sons.

Sams. That fault I take not on me, but transfer

On Israel's governors and heads of tribes,
Who, seeing those great acts which God had done

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