Created hugeft that swim th' ocean stream: Him haply flumb'ring on the Norway foam The pilot of fome small night-founder'd skiff Deeming fome iland, oft, as fea-men tell, With fixed anchor in his skaly rind Moors by his fide under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays:
So stretch'd out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay Chain'd on the burning lake, nor ever thence Had ris'n or heav'd his head, but that the will And high permission of all-ruling Heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs, 'That with reiterated crimes he might Heap on himself damnation, while he fought Evil to others, and enrag'd might fee How all his malice ferv'd but to bring forth Infinite goodness, grace and mercy shown On Man by him seduc'd, but on himself Treble confusion, wrath and vengeance pour'd. 220 Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool His mighty ftature; on each hand the flames Driv'n backward flope their pointing fpires, and roll'd In billows, leave i' th' midst a horrid vale.
Then with expanded wings he steers his flight 225 Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air
That felt unusual weight, till on dry land He lights, if it were land that ever burn'd With folid, as the lake with liquid fire;
And fuch appear'd in hue, as when the force Of fubterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus, or the fhatter'd fide Of thund'ring Etna, whofe combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire, Sublim'd with mineral fury; aid the winds, And leave a finged bottom all involv'd
With stench and smoke: fuch refting found the fole Of unbleft feet. Him follow'd his next mate, Both glorying to have 'scap'd the Stygian flood As gods, and by their own recover'd strength, 240 Not by the fuff'rance of supernal Power.
Is this the region, this the foil, the clime, Said then the loft Arch-angel, this the feat That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be' it fo, fince he
Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid
What shall be right: fartheft from him is best,
Whom reas'on hath equall'd, force hath made fupreme Above his equals. Farewel happy fields,
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail Horrors, hail 250 Infernal World, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new poffeffor; one who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heav'n of Hell, a hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be ftill the fame, And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder had made greater? Here at leaft We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign fecure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than ferve in Heav'n. But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
Th' affociates and copartners of our lofs,
Lie thus astonish'd on th' oblivious pool,
And call them not to share with us their part In this unhappy manfion, or once more
With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regain'd in Heav'n, or what more loft in Hell? 270 So Satan fpake, and him Beelzebub
Thus anfwer'd. Leader of thofe armies bright, Which but th' Omnipotent none could have foil'd, If once they hear that voice, their livelieft pledge Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battel when it rag'd, in all affaults Their fureft signal, they will foon resume New courage and revive, though now they lie Grovelling and prostrate on yon lake of fire, As we ere while, astounded and amaz'd, No wonder, fall'n fuch a pernicious highth. He scarce had ceas'd when the fuperior Fiend Was moving toward the shore; his pond’rous shield, Ethereal temper, maffy, large and round,
Behind him caft; the broad circumference
Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artik views At evening from the top of Fefolé, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe. His fpear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of fome great ammiral, were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle, not like those steps On Heaven's azure, and the torrid clime Smote on him fore besides, vaulted with fire: Nathlefs he fo indur'd, till on the beach Of that inflamed fea he stood, and call'd His legions, angel forms, who lay intranc'd
Thick as autumnal leaves that ftrow the brooks In Vallombrofa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbow'r; or scatter'd fedge Aflote, when with fierce winds Orion arm'd
Hath vex'd the Red-fea coaft, whose waves o'erthrew Bufiris and his Memphian chivalry,
While with perfidious hatred they pursued
The fojourners of Goshen, who beheld
From the safe shore their floting carcafes And broken chariot wheels, so thick bestrown Abject and loft lay these, covering the flood, Under amazement of their hideous change.
He call'd fo loud, that all the hollow deep
Of Hell refounded. Princes, Potentates,
Warriors, the flow'r of Heav'n, once yours, now loft,
If fuch aftonishment as this can feife
Eternal fpi'rits; or have you chos'n this place After the toil of battel to repofe
Your wearied virtue, for the eafe you find To flumber here, as in the vales of Heav'n? Or in this abject pofture have ye fworn To' adore the Conqueror? who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood With scatter'd arms and enfigns, till anon His fwift pursuers from Heav'n gates discern Th' advantage, and descending tread us down Thus drooping, or with linked thunderbolts Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf. Awake, arife, or be for ever fall'n.
They heard, and were abash'd, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and beftir themselves ere well awake.
Nor did they not perceive the evil plight
In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their General's voice they foon obey'd Innumerable. As when the potent rod
Of Amram's fon, in Egypt's evil day,
Wav'd round the coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud 340 Of locufts, warping on the eastern wind,
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