Made head against heav'n's King, though overthrown
I saw and heard, for such a num’rous host
Fled not in silence through the frighted deep
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded : and heav'n's gates
Pour'd out by millions her victorious bands
Pursuing. I upon my frontiers here
Keep residence, if all I can will serve
That little which is left so to defend,
Encroach'd on still through your intestine broils
Weak’ning the sceptre of old Night : first hell
Your dungeon stretching far and wide beneath ;
Now lately heav'n and earth another world,
Hung o'er my realm, link'd in a golden chain
To that side heav'n from whence your legions fel
If that

way

be
your walk, you

have not far ; So much the nearer danger; go and speed; Havoc and spoil and ruin are my gain.

He ceas'd; and Satan stay'd not to reply, But glad that now his sea should find a shore, With fresh alacrity and force renew'd Springs upward like a pyramid of fire Into the wild expanse, and through the shock Of fighting elements, on all sides round Environ’d wins his way: harder beset And more endanger'd, that when Argo pass'd Through Bosporus betwixt the justling rocks Or when Ulysses on the larboard shunn'd Charybdis, and by th' other whirlpool steer'd. So he with difficulty and labour hard Moved on, with difficulty and labour he ; But he once past, soon after when man fell, Strange alteratinn! Sin and Death ama.n Following his track, such was the will of heav'na Pay'd after hiin a broad and beaten way Over the dark abyss, whose toiling gulf Tamely endur'd a bridge of wond'rous length From hell continu'd reaching th’ utmost orb of this frail world ; by which the spirits perver

W !h easy intercourse pass to and fro
To tempt or punish morials, except whom
God and good angels guard by special grace.
But now at last the sacred infuence
Of light appears, and from the walls of heav'n
Shoots far into the bosom of dim night
A glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins
Her farthest verge, and Chaos to retire
As from her outmost works a broken foe
With tumult less, and with less hostile din,
That Satan with less toil, and now with ease
Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light,
And like a weather-beaten vessel holds
Gladly the pori, though shrouds and tackie torn :
Or in the emplier waste, resembling air,
Weighs nis spread wings, ai leisure to behold
Far off th' empyreal heav'n, extended wide
In circuit, undetermin'd square or round,
With opal tow'rs and battlements adorn'd
Of living sapphire, once his native seat ;
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain
This pendent world, in bigness as a star
Of smallest magnitude close by the moon:
Thither full fraught with mischievous revenge
Accurs'd, and in a cursed hour he hies.

TUE END OF THE ECOND BOOX.

THE

THIRD BOOK

OF

PARADISE LOST.

1

THE ARGUMENT.

Hop sitting on his throne sees Satan fying towards this worlu, ttien

newly created; shows hiin to the Son who sat at his right band: foretells the success of Satan in perverting mankind; clears his own justice and wisdom from all imputation, having create: Man free and able enough to have with-tood his tempter; yel rieciares his purpose of grace towards him, in regard he fell not of his own malice, as did Satan, but by him seduced. The Son of God ren ders praises to his father for the manifestation of his gracioce purpose towards Man; but God again declares, that grace cannot be extended towards Man without the satisfaction of divine justice; Man hath offended the majesty of God by aspiring to godhead, and, therefore, with all his progeny devoted to death must die, unless some one can be found sufficient to answer for his offence, and undergo his punishment. The Son of God freely offers himself a ransom for Man: the Father accepts him. ordains his incarnation, pronounces his exaltation above all names in Heaven and Earth; cominands all the Angels to adore him ; they obey, and hymning to their harps in full choir, celebrate the Father and the Son. Meanwhile Satan alights upon the bare convex of this world's outermost orb; where wandering, he first finds a place, since called the Limbo of Vanity ; what persons and things fly up thither; thence comes to the gate of Heaven, described ascending by stairs, and the waters above the firmument that flow about it; his passage thence to the orb of the sun; he finds there Uriel, the regent of that orb, but first chan ges himself into the shape of a meaner Angel ; and pretending a zealous desire to behold the new creation and Man whom God had placed here, inquires of hin the place of his habitation, and es directed · alights first on mount Niphates.

PARADISE LOST.'

BOOK III.

Hail holy Light, offspring of heav'n, first-born,
Or of th' Eternal co-eternal beam;
May I express thee unblam'd ? since God is lighh
And never but in unapproached light
Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,
Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Or hear'st thou rather pure

ethereal stream,
Whose fountain who shall tell ? before the sun,
Before the heav'ns thou wert, and ai the voice
or God, as with a mantle didst invest
The rising world of waters dark and deep,
Won from the void and formless infinite.
Thee I revisit now with bolder wing,
Escap'd the Stygian pool, though long detain'd
In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight
Through utter and through middle darkness bome
With other rotes than to th’Orphean lyre
j'sung of Cl aos and eternal Night,
Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down
The dark descent, and up to re-ascend,
Though hard and rare. thee I revisit safe,
And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp; but thou
Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;
So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs
Or din suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more