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Since now we find this our empyreal form

Incapable of mortal injury,

Imperishable, and though pierc'd with wound,
Soon closing, and by native vigour heal'd.
Of evil then so small as easy think
The remedy; perhaps more valid arms,
Weapons more violent, when next we meet,
May serve to better us, and worse our foes,
Or equal what between us made the odds,
In nature none: if other hidden cause

Left them superior, while we can preserve
Unhurt our minds and understanding sound,
Due search and consultation will disclose.

He sat; and in th' assembly next upstood
Nisroch, of Principalities the prime;
As one he stood escap'd from cruel fight,
Sore toil'd, his riven arms to havoc hewn,
And cloudy in aspect thus answ'ring spake.
Deliverer from new Lords, leader to free
Enjoyment of our right as Gods; yet hard
For Gods, and too unequal work we find,
Against unequal arms to fight in pain,

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Against unpain'd, impassive; from which evil

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Ruin must needs ensue; for what avails

Valour or strength, though matchless, quell'd with pain
Which all subdues, and makes remiss the hands
Of mightiest? Sense of pleasure we may well.

Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine,
But live content, which is the calmest life:

But pain is perfect misery, the worst

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Of evils, and excessive, overturns

All patience. He who therefore can vent
With what more forcible we may offend

Our yet unwounded enemies, or arm

Ourselves with like defence, to me deserves

No less than for deliverance what we owe.
WHERETO with look compos'd Satan reply'd.
Not uninvented that, which thou aright
Believ'st so main to our success, I bring.
Which of us who beholds the bright surface
Of this ethereous mould whereon we stand,
This continent of spacious Heav'n, adorn'd
With plant, fruit, flow'r ambrosial, gems and gold;
Whose eye so superficially surveys

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These things, as not to mind from whence they grow Deep under ground, materials dark and crude,

Of spirituous and fiery spume, till touch'd

With Heaven's ray, and temper'd they shoot forth
So beauteous, opening to the ambient light?

These in their dark nativity the deep

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Shall yield us pregnant with infernal flame;

Which into hollow engines long and round

Thick ramm'd, at th' other bore with touch of fire
Dilated and infuriate, shall send forth

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From far with thund'ring noise among our foes

Such implements of mischief, as shall dash
To pieces, and o'erwhelm whatever stands

Adverse, that they shall fear we have disarm'd
The Thund'rer of his only dreaded bolt.

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Nor long shall be our labour; yet ere dawn,
Effect shall enour wish. Meanwhile revive;
Abandon fear; to strength and counsel join'd
Think nothing hard, much less to be despair'd.

He ended, and his words their drooping cheer
Enlighten'd, and their languish'd hope reviv'd.
Th' invention all admir'd, and each, how he
To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy' it seem'd

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Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought Impossible: yet haply of thy race

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In future days, if malice should abound,
Some one intent on mischief, or inspir'd
With devilish machination, might devise
Like instrument to plague the sons of men
For sin, on war and mutual slaughter bent.
Forthwith from council to the work they flew;
None arguing stood; innumerable hands

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Were ready; in a moment up they turn'd

Wide the celestial soil, and saw beneath

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Th' originals of nature in their crude

Conception; sulphurous and nitrous foam

They found, they mingled, and with subtle art,
Concocted and adusted they reduc'd

To blackest grain, and into store convey'd

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I art hidden veins digg'd up (nor hath this earth

Entrails unlike) of mineral and stone,

Whereof to found their engines and their balls
Of missive ruin; part incentive reed

Frovide, pernicious with one touch to fire.

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So all ere day-spring, under conscious night,
Secret they finish'd, and in order set,
With silent circumspection unespy'd.

Now when fair morn orient in Heav'n appear'd,

Up rose the victor Angels, and to arms

The matin trumpet sung; in arms they stood

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Of golden panoply, refulgent host,

Soon banded; others from the dawning hills

Look'd round, and scouts each coast light-armed scour, Each quarter, to descry the distant foe

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Where lodg'd, or whither fled, or if for fight,

In motion, or in halt. him soon they met
Under spread ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion; back with speediest sail
Zophiel, of Cherubim the swiftest wing,
Came fly'ing, and in mid air aloud thus cry'd.

ARM, warriors, arm for fight; the foe at hand,
Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit
This day; fear not his flight; so thick a cloud
He comes, and settled in his face I see

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Sad resolution and secure : let each

His adamantine coat gird well, and each

Fit well his helm, gripe fast his orbed shield

Borne ev'n or high; for this day will pour down,

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Not distant far with heavy pace the foe
Approaching gross and huge, in hollow cube
'Training his devilish enginry, impal'd
On every side with shadowing squadrons deep,
To hide the fraud. At interview both stood
Awhile; but suddenly at head appear'd
Satan, and thus was heard commanding loud.
VANGUARD, to right and left the front unfold;
That all may see who hate us, how we seek
Peace and composure, and with open breast
Stand ready to receive them, if they like
Our overture, and turn not back perverse;
But that doubt; however witness Heaven,

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Heav'n witness thou anon, while we discharge
Freely our part; ye who appointed stand,

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Do as you have in charge, and briefly touch

What we propound, and loud that all may hear.
So scoffing in ambiguous words, he scarce
Had ended; when to right and left the front
Divided, and to either flank retir'd:
Which to our eyes discover'd, new and strange,
A triple mounted row of pillars laid

On wheels (for like to pillars most they seem'd,
Or hollow'd bodies made of oak or fir,
With branches lopt, in wood or mountain fell'd)
Brass, iron, stony mould, had not their mouths
With hideous orifice gap'd on us wide,
Portending hollow truce: at each behind
A Seraph stood, and in his hand a reed

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Stood waving tipt with fire; while we suspense

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