A gulf profound, as that Serbonian bog

Betwixt Damiata and mount Casius old,

Where armies whole have sunk: The parching air

Burns frore, and cold performs the effect of fire.
Thither by harpy-footed furies haled,Ĵ

At certain revolutions, all the damn'd

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Are brought; and feel by turns the bitter change

Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce, From beds of raging fire, to starve in ice

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Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine

Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,

Periods of time, thence hurried back to fire.
They ferry over this Lethean sound

'Both to and fro, their sorrow to augment,

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And wish and struggle, as they pass, to reach

The tempting stream, with one small drop to lose

In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe,

All in one moment, and so near the brink,

But fate withstands, and to oppose the attempt 610 Medusa with Gorgonian terror guards

The ford, and of itself the water flies

All taste of living wight, as once it fled

The lip of Tantalus.) Thus roving on

In confused march forlorn, the adventurous bands, 615 With shuddering horror pale, and eyes aghast,

View'd first their lamentable lot, and found

No rest through many a dark and dreary vale
They pass'd, and many a region dolorous,
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,

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Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death, A universe of death: which God by curse

Created evil, for evil only good;

Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds,
Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things,

Abominable, inutterable, and worse

han fables yet have feign'd, or fear conceived, Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire. Meanwhile the adversary of God and Man

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Satan, with thoughts inflamed of highest design, 630 Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of Hell Explores his solitary flight: sometimes

He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left;

Now shaves with level wing the deep, then soars

Their spicy drugs; they, on the trading flood,

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Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape,

Ply stemming nightly toward the pole: so seem'd
Far off the flying Fiend. At last appear

Hell bounds, high reaching to the horrid roof,

And thrice threefold the gates; three folds were brass,

'Three iron, three of adamantine rock

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Impenetrable, impaled with circling fire,

Yet unconsumed. Before the gates there sat,

On either side a formidable shape :

The one seem'd woman to the waist, and fair;

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But ended foul in many a scaly fold

Voluminous and vast; a serpent arm'd

With mortal sting: About her middle round

A cry of Hellhounds never ceasing bark'd

With wide Cerberian mouths full loud, and rung 655 A hideous peal; yet, when they list, would creep,

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If aught disturb'd their noise, into her womb,
And kennel there; yet there still bark'd and howl'd,
Within, unseen. Far less abhorr'd than these
Vex'd Scylla, bathing in the sea that parts
Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore;
Nor uglier follow the night hag, when, call'd
In secret, riding through the air she comes,
Lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance
With Lapland witches, while the labouring moon 665
Eclipses at their charms. The other shape,

If shape it might be call'd that shape had none

Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;

Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
For each seem'd either; (black it stood as Night, 670
Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,

And shook a dreadful dart ;) what seem'd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.

Satan was now at hand, and from his seat

The monster moving onward came as fast
With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.
The undaunted Fiend what this might be admired;
Admired, not fear'd; God and his Son except,
Created thing nought valued he, nor shunn'd;
And with disdainful look thus first began :

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Whence and what art thou, execrable shape!
That darest, though grim and terrible, advance
Thy miscreated front athwart my way.)
To yonder gates? through them I mean to pass,
That be assured, without leave ask'd of thee:
(Retire or taste thy folly); and learn by proof,
Hell-born! not to contend with Spirits of heaven.
To whom the Goblin full of wrath replied:
Art thou that Traitor-Angel, art thou He
Who first broke peace in Heaven, and faith, till then
Unbroken; and in proud rebellious arms
Drew after him the third part of Heaven's sons
Conjured against the Highest; for which both thou
And they, outcast from God, are here condemn'd
To waste eternal days in woe and pain?
And reckon'st thou thyself with Spirits of Heaven,
Hell-doom'd! and breathest defiance here and scorn,
Where I reign king; and, to enrage thee more,
Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive! and to thy speed add wings;
Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue

Thy lingering; or with one stroke of this dart
Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before.
So spake the grisly Terror, and in shape,

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More dreadful and deform. On the other side,
Incensed with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified; and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war. Each at the head
Level'd his deadly aim; their fatal hands
No second stroke intend; and such a frown
Each cast at th' other, as when two black clouds,
With Heaven's artillery fraught, come rattling on 715
Over the Caspian; then stand front to front,
Hovering a space, till winds the signal blow

To join their dark encounter in mid air :

So frown'd the mighty combatants that Hell

For never but once more was either like

Grew darker at their frown: so match'd they stood;

To meet so great a foe: And now great deeds
Had been achieved, whereof all Hell had rung,
Had not the snaky Sorceress that sat
Fast by Hell-gate, and kept the fatal key,
Risen, and with hideous outcry rush'd between.
O Father! what intends thy hand, she cried,
Against thy only Son? What fury, O Son!
Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart
Against thy father's head? and know'st for whom,
For him who sits above, and laughs the while
At thee ordain'd his drudge; to execute
Whate'er his wrath, which he calls justice, bids?
His wrath, which one day will destroy ye both!

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She spake, and at her words the hellish Pest 735 Forbore; then these to her Satan return'd:

So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange
Thou interposest, that my sudden hand,

Prevented, spares to tell thee yet by deeds
What it intends; till first I know of thee

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What thing thou art, thus double-form'd; and why,
In this infernal vale first met, thou call'st
Mc Father, and that phantasm call'st my Son:

I know thee not, nor ever saw till now

Sight more detestable than him and thee.

To whom thus the Portress of Hell-gate replied

Hast thou forgot me then, and do I seem

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Now in thine eye so foul? once deem'd so fair

In Heaven, when at the assembly, and in sight

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Of all the Seraphim with thee combined
In bold conspiracy against Heaven's King,
All on a sudden miserable pain

Surprised thee, dim thine eyes, and dizzy swam
In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast
Threw forth; till, on the left side opening wide, 755
Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright
Then shining heavenly fair, a goddess arm'd,
Out of thy head I sprang; Amazement seized
All the host of Heaven; back they recoil'd afraid
At first, and call'd me Sin, and for a sign
Portentous held me; but, familiar grown,
I pleased, and with attractive graces won
The most averse, thee chiefly, who full oft
Thyself in me thy perfect image viewing
Becamest enamour'd; and such joy thou took'st 765
With me in secret that my womb conceived

A growing burden. Meanwhile war arose,

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And fields were fought in Heaven; Wherein remain'd (For what could else?) to our Almighty Foe

Clear victory; to our part loss and rout,

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Through all the empyréan; down they fell

Driven headlong from the pitch of Heaven, down
Into this deep; and in the general fall

I also; at which time, this powerful key

Into my hand was given, with charge to keep

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These gates for ever shut, which none can pass

Without my opening. Pensive here I sat

Alone; but long I sat not, till my womb
Pregnant by thee, and now excessive grown,
Prodigious motion felt, and rueful throes.

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At last this odious offspring whom thou seest,