| |
| ALL night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, | |
| Through Heavens wide champaign held his way, till Morn, | |
| Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand | |
| Unbarred the gates of Light. There is a cave | |
| Within the Mount of God, fast by his Throne, | 5 |
| Where Light and Darkness in perpetual round | |
| Lodge and dislodge by turnswhich makes through Heaven | |
| Grateful vicissitude, like day and night; | |
| Light issues forth, and at the other door | |
| Obsequious Darkness enters, till her hour | 10 |
| To veil the heaven, though darkness there might well | |
| Seem twilight here. And now went forth the Morn | |
| Such as in highest heaven, arrayed in gold | |
| Empyreal; from before her vanished Night, | |
| Shot through with orient beams; when all the pain | 15 |
| Covered with thick embattled squadrons bright, | |
| Chariots, and flaming arms, and fiery steeds, | |
| Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view. | |
| War he perceived, war in precinct, and found | |
| Already known what he for news had thought | 20 |
| To have reported. Gladly then he mixed | |
| Among those friendly Powers, who him received | |
| With joy and acclamations loud, that one, | |
| That of so many myriads fallen yet one, | |
| Returned not lost. On to the sacred Hill | 25 |
| They led him, high applauded, and present | |
| Before the Seat supreme; from whence a voice, | |
| From midst a golden cloud, thus mild was heard: | |
| Servant of God, well done! Well hast thou fought | |
| The better fight, who single hast maintained | 30 |
| Against revolted multitudes the cause | |
| Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms, | |
| And for the testimony of truth hast borne | |
| Universal reproach, far worse to bear | |
| Than violence; for this was all thy care | 35 |
| To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds | |
| Judged thee perverse. The easier conquest now | |
| Remains theeaided by this host of friends, | |
| Back on thy foes more glorious to return | |
| Than scorned thou didst depart: and to subdue, | 40 |
| By force who reason for their law refuse | |
| Right reason for their law, and for their King | |
| Messiah, who by right of merit reigns. | |
| Go, Michael, of celestial armies prince, | |
| And thou, in military prowess next, | 45 |
| Gabriel; lead forth to battle these my sons | |
| Invincible; lead forth my armed Saints, | |
| By thousands and by millions ranged for fight, | |
| Equal in number to that godless crew | |
| Rebellious. Them with fire and hostile arms | 50 |
| Fearless assault; and, to the brow of Heaven | |
| Pursuing, drive them out from God and bliss | |
| Into their place of punishment, the gulf | |
| Of Tartarus, which ready opens wide | |
| His fiery chaos to receive their fall. | 55 |
| So spake the Sovran Voice; and clouds began | |
| To darken all the Hill, and smoke to rowl | |
| In dusky wreaths reluctant flames, the sign | |
| Of wrauth awaked; nor with less dread the loud | |
| Ethereal trumpet from on high gan blow. | 60 |
| At which command the Powers Militant | |
| That stood for Heaven, in mighty quadrate joined | |
| Of union irresistible, moved on | |
| In silence their bright legions to the sound | |
| Of instrumental harmony, that breathed | 65 |
| Heroic ardour to adventurous deeds | |
| Under their godlike leaders, in the cause | |
| Of God and his Messiah. On they move, | |
| Indissolubly firm; nor obvious hill, | |
| Nor straitening vale, nor wood, nor stream, divides | 70 |
| Their perfect ranks; for high above the ground | |
| Their march was, and the passive air upbore | |
| Their nimble tread. As when the total kind | |
| Of birds, in orderly array on wing, | |
| Came summoned over Eden to receive | 75 |
| Their names of thee; so over many a tract | |
| Of Heaven they marched, and many a province wide, | |
| Tenfold the length of this terrene. At last | |
| Far in the horizon, to the north, appeared | |
| From skirt to skirt a fiery region, stretched | 80 |
| In battailous aspect; and, nearer view, | |
| Bristled with upright beams innumerable | |
| Of rigid spears, and helmets thronged, and shields | |
| Various, with boastful argument portrayed, | |
| The banded Powers of Satan hasting on | 85 |
| With furious expedition: for they weened | |
| That self-same day, by fight or by surprise, | |
| To win the Mount of God, and on his Throne | |
| To set the envier of his state, the proud | |
| Aspirer. But their thoughts proved fond and vain | 90 |
| In the mid-way; though strange to us it seemed | |
| At first that Angel should with Angel war, | |
| And in fierce hosting meet, who wont to meet | |
| So oft in festivals of joy and love | |
| Unanimous, as sons of one great Sire, | 95 |
| Hymning the Eternal Father. But the shout | |
| Of battle now began, and rushing sound | |
| Of onset ended soon each milder thought. | |
| High in the midst, exalted as a God, | |
| The Apostat in his sun-bright chariot sat, | 100 |
| Idol of majesty divine, enclosed | |
| With flaming Cherubim and golden shields; | |
| Then lighted from his gorgeous Thronefor now | |
| Twixt host and host but narrow space was left, | |
| A dreadful interval, and front to front | 105 |
| Presented stood, in terrible array | |
| Of hideous length. Before the cloudy van, | |
| On the rough edge of battle ere it joined, | |
| Satan, with vast and haughty strides advanced, | |
| Came towering, armed in adamant and gold. | 110 |
| Abdiel that sight endured not, where he stood | |
| Among the mightiest, bent on highest deeds, | |
| And thus his own undaunted heart explores: | |
| O Heaven! that such resemblance of the Highest | |
| Should yet remain, where faith and realty | 115 |
| Remain not! Wherefore should not strength and might | |
| There fail where virtue fails, or weakest prove | |
| Where boldest, though to sight unconquerable? | |
| His puissance, trusting in the Almightys aid, | |
| I mean to try, whose reason I have tried | 120 |
| Unsound and false; nor is it aught but just | |
| That he who in debate of truth hath won | |
| Should win in arms, in both disputes alike | |
| Victor. Though brutish that contest and foul, | |
| When reason hath to deal with force, yet so | 125 |
| Most reason is that reason overcome. | |
| So pondering, and from his armed peers | |
| Forth-stepping opposite, half-way he met | |
| His daring foe, at this prevention more | |
| Incensed, and thus securely him defied: | 130 |
| Proud, art thou met? Thy hope was to have reached | |
| The highth of thy aspiring unopposed | |
| The Throne of God unguarded, and his side | |
| Abandoned at the terror of thy power | |
| Or potent tongue. Fool! not to think how vain | 135 |
| Against the Omnipotent to rise in arms; | |
| Who, out of smallest things, could without end | |
| Have raised incessant armies to defeat | |
| Thy folly; or with solitary hand, | |
| Reaching beyond all limit, at one blow, | 140 |
| Unaided could have finished thee, and whelmed | |
| Thy legions under darkness! But thou seest | |
| All are not of thy train; there be who faith | |
| Prefer, and piety to God, though then | |
| To thee not visible when I alone | 145 |
| Seemed in thy world erroneous to dissent | |
| From all: my Sect thou seest; now learn too late | |
| How few sometimes may know when thousands err. | |
| Whom the grand Foe, with scornful eye askance, | |
| Thus answered:Ill for thee, but in wished hour | 150 |
| Of my revenge, first sought for, thou returnst | |
| From flight, seditious Angel, to receive | |
| Thy merited reward, the first assay | |
| Of this right hand provoked, since first that tongue, | |
| Inspired with contradiction, durst oppose | 155 |
| A third part of the Gods, in synod met | |
| Their deities to assert: who, while they feel | |
| Vigour divine within them, can allow | |
| Omnipotence to none. But well thou comst | |
| Before thy fellows, ambitious to win | 160 |
| From me some plume, that thy success may show | |
| Destruction to the rest. This pause between | |
| (Unanswered lest thou boast) to let thee know. | |
| At first I thought that Liberty and Heaven | |
| To heavenly souls had been all one; but now | 165 |
| I see that most through sloth had rather serve, | |
| Ministering Spirits, trained up in feast and song; | |
| Such hast thou armed, the minstrelsy of heaven | |
| Servility with freedom to contend, | |
| As both their deeds compared this day shall prove. | 170 |
| To whom, in brief, thus Abdiel stern replied: | |
| Apostat! still thou errst, no end wilt find | |
| Of erring, from the path of truth remote. | |
| Unjustly thou depravst it with the name | |
| Of servitude, to serve whom God ordains, | 175 |
| Or Nature: God and Nature bid the same, | |
| When he who rules is worthiest, and excels | |
| Them whom he governs. This is servitude | |
| To serve the unwise, or him who hath rebelled | |
| Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, | 180 |
| Thyself not free, but to thyself enthralled; | |
| Yet lewdly darst our ministering upbraid. | |
| Reign thou in Hell, thy kingdom; let me serve | |
| In Heaven god ever blest, and His Divine | |
| Behests obey, worthiest to be obeyed. | 185 |
| Yet chains in Hell, not realms, expect: meanwhile, | |
| From me returned, as erst thou saidst, from flight, | |
| This greeting on thy impious crest receive. | |
| So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high, | |
| Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell | 190 |
| On the proud crest of Satan that no sight, | |
| Nor motion of swift thought, less could his shield, | |
| Such ruin intercept. Ten paces huge | |
| He back recoiled; the tenth on bended knee | |
| His massy spear upstayed: as if, on earth, | 195 |
| Winds under ground, or waters forcing way, | |
| Sidelong had pushed a mountain from his seat, | |
| Half-sunk with all his pines. Amazement seized | |
| The rebel Thrones, but greater rage, to see | |
| Thus foiled their mightiest; ours joy filled, and shout, | 200 |
| Presage of victory, and fierce desire | |
| Of battle: whereat Michaël bid sound | |
| The Archangel trumpet. Through the vast of Heaven | |
| It sounded, and the faithful armies rung | |
| Hosannah to the Highest; nor stood at gaze | 205 |
| The adverse legions, nor less hideous joined | |
| The horrid shock. Now storming fury rose, | |
| And clamour such as heard in Heaven till now. | |
| Was never; arms on armour clashing brayed | |
| Horrible discord, and the madding wheels | 210 |
| Of brazen chariots raged; dire was the noise | |
| Of conflict; overhead the dismal hiss | |
| Of fiery darts in flaming volleys flew, | |
| And, flying, vaulted either host with fire. | |
| So under fiery cope together rushed | 215 |
| Both battles main with ruinous assault | |
| And inextinguishable rage. All Heaven | |
| Resounded; and, had Earth been then, all Earth | |
| Had to her centre shook. What wonder, when | |
| Millions of fierce encountering Angels fought | 220 |
| On either side, the least of whom could yield | |
| These elements, and arm him with the force | |
| Of all their regions? How much more of power | |
| Army against army numberless to raise | |
| Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb, | 225 |
| Though not destroy, their happy native seat; | |
| Had not the Eternal King Omnipotent | |
| From his strong hold of Heaven high overruled | |
| And limited their might, though numbered such | |
| As each divided legion might have seemed | 230 |
| A numerous host, in strength, each armèd hand | |
| A legion! Led in fight, yet leader seemed | |
| Each warrior single as in chief; expert | |
| When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway | |
| Of battle, open when, and when to close | 235 |
| The ridges of grim war. No thought of flight, | |
| None of retreat, no unbecoming deed | |
| That argued fear; each on himself relied | |
| As only in his arm the moment lay | |
| Of victory. Deeds of eternal fame | 240 |
| Were done, but infinite; for wide was spread | |
| That war, and various: sometimes on firm ground | |
| A standing fight; then, soaring on main wing, | |
| Tormented all the air; all air seemed then | |
| Conflicting fire. Long time in even scale | 245 |
| The battle hung; till Satan, who that day | |
| Prodigious power had shown, and met in arms | |
| No equal, ranging through the dire attack | |
| Of fighting Seraphim confused, at length | |
| Saw where the sword of Michael smote, and felled | 250 |
| Squadrons at once: with huge two-handed sway | |
| Brandished aloft, the horrid edge came down | |
| Wide-wasting. Such destruction to withstand | |
| He hasted, and opposed the rocky orb | |
| Of tenfold adamant, his ample shield, | 255 |
| A vast circumference. At his approach | |
| The great Archangel from his warlike toil | |
| Surceased, and, glad, as hoping here to end | |
| Intestine war in Heaven, the Arch-foe subdued, | |
| Or captive dragged in chains, with hostile frown | 260 |
| And visage all inflamed, first thus began: | |
| Author of Evil, unknown till thy revolt, | |
| Unnamed in Heaven, now plenteous as thou seest | |
| These acts of hateful strifehateful to all, | |
| Though heaviest, by just measure, on thyself | 265 |
| And thy adherentshow hast thou disturbed | |
| Heavens blessed peace, and into Nature brought | |
| Misery, uncreated till the crime | |
| Of thy rebellion! how hast thou instilled | |
| Thy malice into thousands, once upright | 270 |
| And faithful, now proved false! But think not here | |
| To trouble holy rest; Heaven casts thee out | |
| From all her confines; Heaven, the seat of bliss, | |
| Brooks not the works of violence and war. | |
| Hence, then, and Evil go with thee along, | 275 |
| Thy offspring, to the place of Evil, Hell | |
| Thou and thy wicked crew! there mingle broils! | |
| Ere this avenging sword begin thy doom, | |
| Or some more sudden vengeance, winged from God, | |
| Precipitate thee with augmented pain. | 280 |
| So spake the Prince of Angels; to whom thus | |
| The Adversary:Nor think thou with wind | |
| Of airy threats to awe whom yet with deeds | |
| Thou canst not. Hast thou turned the least of these | |
| To flightor, if to fall, but that they rise | 285 |
| Unvanquishedeasier to transact with me | |
| That thou shouldst hope, imperious, and with threats | |
| To chase me hence? Err not that so shall end | |
| The strife which thou callst evil, but we style | |
| The strife of glory; which we mean to win, | 290 |
| Or turn this Heaven itself into the Hell | |
| Thou fablest; here, however, to dwell free, | |
| If not to reign. Meanwhile, thy utmost force | |
| And join Him named Almighty to thy aid | |
| I fly not, but have sought thee far and nigh. | 295 |
| They ended parle, and both addressed for fight | |
| Unspeakable; for who, though with the tongue | |
| Of Angels, can relate, or to what things | |
| Liken on earth conspicuous, that may lift | |
| Human imagination to such highth | 300 |
| Of godlike power? for likest gods they seemed, | |
| Stood they or moved, in stature, motion, arms, | |
| Fit to decide the empire of great Heaven. | |
| Now waved their fiery swords, and in the air | |
| Made horrid circles; two broad suns their shields | 305 |
| Blazed opposite, while Expectation stood | |
| In horror; from each hand with speed retired, | |
| Where erst was thickest fight, the Angelic throng, | |
| And left large field, unsafe with the wind | |
| Of such commotion: such as (to set forth | 310 |
| Great things by small) if, Natures concord broke, | |
| Among the constellations war were sprung, | |
| Two planets, rushing from aspect malign | |
| Of fiercest opposition, in mid sky | |
| Should combat, and their jarring spheres confound. | 315 |
| Together both, with next to Almighty arm | |
| Uplifted imminent, one stroke they aimed | |
| That might determine, and not need repeat | |
| As not of power, at once; nor odds appeared | |
| In might or swift prevention. But the sword | 320 |
| Of Michaël from the armoury of God | |
| Was given him tempered so that neither keen | |
| Nor solid might resist that edge: it met | |
| The sword of Satan, with steep force to smite | |
| Descending, and in half cut sheer; nor stayed, | 325 |
| But, with swift wheel reverse, deep entering, shared | |
| All his right side. Then Satan first knew pain, | |
| And writhed him to and fro convolved; so sore | |
| The griding sword with discontinuous wound | |
| Passed through him. But the ethereal substance closed, | 330 |
| Not long divisible; and from the gash | |
| A stream of nectarous humour issuing flowed | |
| Sanguin, such as celestial Spirits may bleed, | |
| And all his armour stained, erewhile so bright, | |
| Forthwith, on all sides, to his aid was run | 335 |
| By Angels many and strong, who interposed | |
| Defence, while others bore him on their shields | |
| Back to his chariot where it stood retired | |
| From off the files of war: there they him laid | |
| Gnashing for anguish, and despite, and shame | 340 |
| To find himself not matchless, and his pride | |
| Humbled by such rebuke, so far beneath | |
| His confidence to equal God in power. | |
| Yet soon he healed; for Spirits, that live throughout | |
| Vital in every partnot, as frail Man, | 345 |
| In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins | |
| Cannot but by annihilating die; | |
| Nor in their liquid texture mortal wound | |
| Receive, no more than can the fluid air: | |
| All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear, | 350 |
| All intellect, all sense; and as they please | |
| They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size | |
| Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare. | |
| Meanwhile, in other parts, like deeds deserved | |
| Memorial, where the might of Gabriel fought, | 355 |
| And with fierce ensigns pierced the deep array | |
| Of Moloch, furious king, who him defied, | |
| And at his chariot-wheels to drag him bound | |
| Threatened, nor from the Holy One of Heaven | |
| Refreined his tongue blasphémous, but anon, | 360 |
| Down cloven to the waist, with shattered arms | |
| And uncouth pain fled bellowing. On each wing | |
| Uriel and Raphaël his vaunting foe, | |
| Though huge and in a rock of diamond armed, | |
| VanquishedAdramelech and Asmadai, | 365 |
| Two potent Thrones, that to be less than Gods | |
| Disdained, but meaner thoughts learned in their flight, | |
| Mangled with ghastly wounds through plate and mail. | |
| Nor stood unmindful Abdiel to annoy | |
| The atheist crew, but with redoubled blow | 370 |
| Ariel, and Arioch, and the violence | |
| Of Ramiel, scorched and blasted, overthrew. | |
| I might relate of thousands, and their names | |
| Eternize here on Earth; but those elect | |
| Angels, contented with their fame in Heaven, | 375 |
| Seek not the praise of men: the other sort, | |
| In might though wondrous and in acts of war, | |
| Nor or renown less eager, yet by doom | |
| Cancelled from Heaven and sacred memory, | |
| Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell | 380 |
| For strength from truth divided, and from just, | |
| Illaudable, nought merits but dispraise | |
| And ignominy, yet to glory aspires, | |
| Vain-glorious, and through infamy seeks fame: | |
| Therefore eternal silence be their doom! | 385 |
| And now, their mightiest quelled, the battle swerved, | |
| With many an inroad gored; deformed rout | |
| Entered, and foul disorder; all the ground | |
| With shivered armour strown, and on a heap | |
| Chariot and charioter lay overturned, | 390 |
| And fiery foaming steeds; what stood recoiled, | |
| Oer-wearied, through the faint Satanic host, | |
| Defensive scarce, or with pale fear surprised | |
| Then first with fear surprised and sense of pain | |
| Fled ignominious, to such evil brought | 395 |
| By sin of disobedience, till that hour | |
| Not liable to fear, or flight, or pain. | |
| Far otherwise the inviolable Saints | |
| In cubic phalanx firm advanced entire, | |
| Invulnerable, impenetrably armed; | 400 |
| Such high advantages their innocence | |
| Gave them above their foesnot to have sinned, | |
| Not to have disobeyed; in fight they stood | |
| Unwearied, unobnoxious to be pained | |
| By wound, though from their place by violence moved. | 405 |
| Now Night her course began, and, over Heaven | |
| Inducing darkness, grateful truce imposed, | |
| And silence on the odious din of war. | |
| Under her cloudy covert both retired, | |
| Victor and Vanquished. On the foughten field | 410 |
| Michael and his Angels, prevalent | |
| Encamping, placed in guard their watches round, | |
| Cherubic waving fires: on the other part, | |
| Satan with his rebellious disappeared, | |
| Far in the dark dislodged, and, void of rest, | 415 |
| His Potentates to council called by night, | |
| And in the midst thus undismayed began: | |
| O now in danger tried, now known in arms | |
| Not to be overpowered, companions dear, | |
| Found worthy not of liberty alone | 420 |
| Too mean pretencebut, what we more affect, | |
| Honour, dominion, glory and renown; | |
| Who have sustained one day in doubtful fight | |
| (And, if one day, why not eternal days?) | |
| What Heavens Lord had powerfullest to send | 425 |
| Against us from about his Throne, and judged | |
| Sufficient to subdue us to his will, | |
| But proves not so: then fallible, it seems, | |
| Of future we may deem him, though till now | |
| Omniscient thought! True is, less firmly armed, | 430 |
| Some disadvantage we endured, and pain | |
| Till now not known, but, known, as soon contemned; | |
| Since now we find this our empyreal form | |
| Incapable of mortal injury, | |
| Imperishable, and, though pierced with wound, | 435 |
| Soon closing, and by native vigour healed. | |
| 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, | 440 |
| 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, | 445 |
| He sat; and in the assembly next upstood | |
| Nisroch, of Principalities the prime. | |
| As one he stood escaped from cruel fight | |
| Sore toiled, his riven arms to havoc hewn, | |
| And, cloudy in aspect, thus answering spake: | 450 |
| 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, | |
| Against unpained, impassive; from which evil | 455 |
| Ruin must needs ensue. For what avails | |
| Valour or strength, though matchless, quelled 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, | 460 |
| But live contentwhich is the calmest life; | |
| But pain is perfect misery, the worst | |
| Of evils, and, excessive, overturns | |
| All patience. He who, therefore, can invent | |
| With what more forcible we may offend | 465 |
| Our yet unwounded enemies, or arm | |
| Ourselves with like defence, to me deserves | |
| No less than for deliverance what we owe. | |
| Whereto, with look composed, Satan replied: | |
| Not uninvented that, which thou aright | 470 |
| Believst 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 Heaven, adorned | |
| With plant, fruit, flower ambrosial, gems and gold | 475 |
| Whose eye so superficially surveys | |
| These things as not to mind from whence they grow | |
| Deep under ground: materials dark and crude, | |
| Of spirituous and fiery spume, till, touched | |
| With Heavens ray, and tempered, they shoot forth | 480 |
| So beauteous, opening to the ambient light? | |
| These in their dark nativity the Deep | |
| Shall yield us, pregnant with infernal flame; | |
| Which, into hollow engines long and round | |
| Thick-rammed, at the other bore with touch of fire | 485 |
| Dilated and infuriate, shall send forth | |
| From far, with thundering noise, among our foes | |
| Such implements of mischief as shall dash | |
| To pieces and oerwhelm whatever stands | |
| Adverse, that they shall fear we have disarmed | 490 |
| The Thunderer of his only dreaded bolt. | |
| Nor long shall be our labour; yet ere dawn | |
| Effect shall end our wish. Meanwhile revive; | |
| Abandon fear; to strength and counsel joined | |
| Think nothing hard, much less to be despaired. | 495 |
| He ended; and his words their drooping cheer | |
| Enlightened, and their languished hope revived. | |
| The invention all admired, and each how he | |
| To be the inventor missed; so easy it seemed, | |
| Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought | 500 |
| Impossible! Yet, haply, of thy race, | |
| In future days, if malice should abound, | |
| Some one, intent on mischief, or inspired | |
| With devilish machination, might devise | |
| Like instrument to plague the sons of men | 505 |
| For sin, on war and mutual slaughter bent. | |
| Forthwith from council to the work they flew; | |
| None arguing stood; innumerable hands | |
| Were ready; in a moment up they turned | |
| Wide the celestial soil, and saw beneath | 510 |
| The originals of Nature in their crude | |
| Conception; sulphurous and nitrous foam | |
| They found, they mingled, and, with subtle art | |
| Concocted and adusted, they reduced | |
| To blackest grain, and into store conveyed. | 515 |
| Part hidden veins digged 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 | |
| Provide, pernicious with one touch to fire. | 520 |
| So all ere day-spring, under conscious Night, | |
| Secret they finished, and in order set, | |
| With silent circumspection, unespied. | |
| Now, when fair Morn orient in Heaven appeared, | |
| Up rose the victor Angels, and to arms | 525 |
| The matin trumpet sung. In arms they stood | |
| Of golden panoply, refulgent host, | |
| Soon banded; others from the dawning hills | |
| Looked round, and scouts each coast light-armèd scour, | |
| Each quarter, to descry the distant foe, | 530 |
| Where lodged, 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, | 535 |
| Came flying, and in mid air aloud thus cried: | |
| 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 | 540 |
| Sad resolution and secure. Let each | |
| His adamantine coat gird well, and each | |
| Fit well his helm, gripe fast his orbèd shield, | |
| Borne even or high; for this day will pour down, | |
| If I conjecture aught, no drizzling shower, | 545 |
| But rattling storm of arrows barbed with fire. | |
| So warned he them, aware themselves, and soon | |
| In order, quit of all impediment. | |
| Instant, without disturb, they took alarm, | |
| And onward more embattled: when, behold, | 550 |
| Not distant far, with heavy pace the Foe | |
| Approaching gross and huge, in hollow cube | |
| Training his devilish enginery, impaled | |
| On every side with shadowing squadrons deep, | |
| To hide the fraud. At interview both stood | 555 |
| A while; but suddenly at head appeared | |
| 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 | 560 |
| Stand ready to receive them, if they like | |
| Our overture, and turn not back perverse: | |
| But that I doubt. However, witness Heaven! | |
| Heaven, witness thou anon! while we discharge | |
| Freely our part. Ye, who appointed stand, | 565 |
| 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 retired; | 570 |
| Which to our eyes discovered, new and strange, | |
| A triple mounted row of pillars laid | |
| On wheels (for like to pillars most they seemed, | |
| Or hollowed bodies made of oak or fir, | |
| With branches lopt, in wood or mountain felled), | 575 |
| Brass, iron, stony mould, had not their mouths | |
| With hideous orifice gaped on us wide, | |
| Portending hollow truce. At each, behind, | |
| A Seraph stood, and in his hand a reed | |
| Stood waving tipt with fire; while we, suspense, | 580 |
| Collected stood within our thoughts amused. | |
| Not long! for sudden all at once their reeds | |
| Put forth, and to a narrow vent applied | |
| With nicest touch. Immediate in a flame, | |
| But soon obscured with smoke, all Heaven appeared, | 585 |
| From those deep-throated engines belched, whose roar | |
| Embowelled with outrageous noise the air, | |
| And all her entrails tore, disgorging foul | |
| Their devilish glut, chained thunderbolts and hail | |
| Of iron globes; which, on the Victor Host | 590 |
| Levelled, with such impetuous fury smote, | |
| That whom they hit none on their feet might stand, | |
| Though standing else as rocks, but down they fell | |
| By thousands, Angel on Archangel rowled, | |
| The sooner for their arms. Unarmed, they might | 595 |
| Have easily, as Spirits, evaded swift | |
| By quick contraction or remove; but now | |
| Foul dissipation followed, and forced rout; | |
| Nor served it to relax their serried files. | |
| What should they do? If on they rushed, repulse | 600 |
| Repeated, and indecent overthrow | |
| Doubled, would render them yet more despised, | |
| And to their foes a laughterfor in view | |
| Stood ranked of Seraphim another row, | |
| In posture to displode their second tire | 605 |
| Of thunder; back defeated to return | |
| They worse abhorred. Satan beheld their plight, | |
| And to his mates thus in derision called: | |
| O friends, why come not on these victors proud? | |
| Erewhile they fierce were coming; and, when we, | 610 |
| To entertain them fair with open front | |
| And breast (what could we more?), propounded terms | |
| Of composition, straight they changed their minds, | |
| Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell, | |
| As they would dance. Yet for a dance they seemed | 615 |
| Somewhat extravagant and wild; perhaps | |
| For joy of offered peace. But I suppose, | |
| If our proposals once again were heard, | |
| We should compel them to a quick result. | |
| To whom thus Belial, in like gamesome mood: | 620 |
| Leader, the terms we sent were terms of weight, | |
| Of hard contents, and full of force urged home, | |
| Such as we might perceive amused them all, | |
| And stumbled many. Who receives them right | |
| Had need from head to foot well understand; | 625 |
| Not understood, this gift they have besides | |
| They shew us when our foes walk not upright. | |
| So they among themselves in pleasant vein | |
| Stood scoffing, heightened in their thoughts beyond | |
| All doubt of victory; Eternal Might | 630 |
| To match with their inventions they presumed | |
| So easy, and of his thunder made a scorn, | |
| And all his host derided, while they stood | |
| A while in trouble. But they stood not long; | |
| Rage prompted them at length, and found them arms | 635 |
| Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose. | |
| Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power, | |
| Which God hath in his mighty Angels placed!) | |
| Their arms away they threw, and to the hills | |
| (For Earth hath this variety from Heaven | 640 |
| Of pleasure situate in hill and dale) | |
| Light as the lightning-glimpse they ran, they flew, | |
| From their foundations, loosening to and fro, | |
| They plucked the seated hills, with all their load, | |
| Rocks, waters, woods, and, by the shaggy tops | 645 |
| Uplifting, bore them in their hands. Amaze, | |
| Be sure, and terror, seized the rebel Host, | |
| When coming towards them so dread they saw | |
| The bottom of the mountains upward turned, | |
| Till on those cursed engines triple row | 650 |
| They saw them whelmed, and all their confidence | |
| Under the weight of mountains buried deep; | |
| Themselves invaded next, and on their heads | |
| Main promontories flung, which in the air | |
| Came shadowing, and oppressed whole legions armed. | 655 |
| Their armour helped their harm, crushed in and bruised, | |
| Into their substance pentwhich wrought them pain | |
| Implacable, and many a dolorous groan, | |
| Long struggling underneath, ere they could wind | |
| Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light, | 660 |
| Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown. | |
| The rest, in imitation, to like arms | |
| Betook them, and the neighbouring hills uptore; | |
| So hills amid the air encountered hills, | |
| Hurled to and fro with jaculation dire, | 665 |
| That underground they fought in dismal shade: | |
| Infernal noise! war seemed a civil game | |
| To this uproar; horrid confusion heaped | |
| Upon confusion rose. And now all Heaven | |
| Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspread, | 670 |
| Had not the Almighty Father, where he sits | |
| Shrined in his sanctuary of Heaven secure, | |
| Consulting on the sum of things, foreseen | |
| This tumult, and permitted all, advised, | |
| That his great purpose he might so fulfil, | 675 |
| To honour his Anointed Son, avenged | |
| Upon his enemies, and to declare | |
| All power on him transferred. Whence to his Son, | |
| The assessor of his Throne, he thus began: | |
| Effulgence of my glory, Son beloved, | 680 |
| Son in whose face invisible is beheld | |
| Visibly, what by Deity I am, | |
| And in whose hand what by decree I do, | |
| Second Omnipotence! two days are passed, | |
| Two days, as we compute the days of Heaven, | 685 |
| Since Michael and his Powers went forth to tame | |
| These disobedient. Sore hath been their fight, | |
| As likeliest was when two such foes met armed: | |
| For to themselves I left them; and thou knowst | |
| Equal in their creation they were formed, | 690 |
| Save what sin hath impairedwhich yet hath wrought | |
| Insensibly, for I suspend their doom: | |
| Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last | |
| Endless, and no solution will be found. | |
| War wearied hath performed what war can do, | 695 |
| And to disordered rage let loose the reins, | |
| With mountains, as with weapons, armed; which makes | |
| Wild work in Heaven, and dangerous to the main. | |
| Two days are, therefore, passed; the third is thine: | |
| For thee I have ordained it, and thus far | 700 |
| Have suffered, that the glory may be thine | |
| Of ending this great war, since none but thou | |
| Can end it. Into thee such virtue and grace | |
| Immense I have transfused, that all may know | |
| In Heaven and Hell thy power above compare, | 705 |
| And this perverse commotion governed thus, | |
| To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir | |
| Of all thingsto be Heir, and to be King | |
| By sacred unction, thy deserved right. | |
| Go, then, thou Mightiest, in thy Fathers might; | 710 |
| Ascend my chariot; guide the rapid wheels | |
| That shake Heavens basis; bring forth all my war; | |
| My bow and thunder, my Almighty arms, | |
| Gird on, and sword upon thy puissant thigh; | |
| Pursue these Sons of Darkness, drive them out | 715 |
| From all Heavens bounds into the utter Deep; | |
| There let them learn, as likes them, to despise | |
| God, and Messiah his anointed King. | |
| He said, and on his Son with rays direct | |
| Shon full. He all his Father full expressed | 720 |
| Ineffably into his face received; | |
| And thus the Filial Godhead answering spake: | |
| O Father, O Supreme of Heavenly Thrones, | |
| First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou always seekst | |
| To glorify thy Son; I always thee, | 725 |
| As is most just. This I my glory account, | |
| My exaltation, and my whole delight, | |
| That thou in me, well pleased, declarst thy will | |
| Fulfilled, which to fulfil is all my bliss. | |
| Sceptre and power, thy giving, I assume, | 730 |
| And gladlier shall resign when in the end | |
| Thou shalt be all in all, and I in thee | |
| For ever, and in me all whom thou lovst. | |
| But whom thou hatst I hate, and can put on | |
| Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on, | 735 |
| Image of thee in all things: and shall soon, | |
| Armed with thy might, rid Heaven of these rebelled, | |
| To their prepared ill mansion driven down, | |
| To chains of darkness and the undying Worm, | |
| That from thy just obedience could revolt, | 740 |
| Whom to obey is happiness entire. | |
| Then shall thy Saints, unmixed, and from the impure | |
| Far separate, circling thy holy Mount, | |
| Unfeigned halleluiahs to thee sing, | |
| Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief, | 745 |
| So said, He, oer his sceptre bowing, rose | |
| From the right hand of Glory where He sat; | |
| And the third sacred morn began to shine, | |
| Dawning through Heaven. Forth rushed with whirlwind sound | |
| The chariot of Paternal Deity, | 750 |
| Flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel; undrawn, | |
| Itself instinct with spirit, but convoyed | |
| By four cherubic Shapes. Four faces each | |
| Had wondrous; as with stars, their bodies all | |
| And wings were set with eyes; with eyes the wheels | 755 |
| Of beryl, and careering fires between; | |
| Over their heads a crystal firmament, | |
| Whereon a sapphire throne, inlaid with pure | |
| Amber and colours of the showery arch. | |
| He, in celestial panoply all armed | 760 |
| Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought, | |
| Ascended; at his right hand Victory | |
| Sat eagle-winged; beside him hung his bow, | |
| And quiver, with three-bolted thunder stored; | |
| And from about him fierce effusion rowled | 765 |
| Of smoke and bickering flame and sparkles dire. | |
| Attended with ten thousand Saints, | |
| He onward came; far off his coming shon; | |
| And twenty thousand (I their number heard) | |
| Chariots of God, half on each hand, were seen. | 770 |
| He on the wings of Cherub rode sublime | |
| On the crystallin sky, in saphir throned | |
| Illustrious far and wide, but by his own | |
| First seen. Them unexpected joy surprised | |
| When the great ensign of Messiah blazed | 775 |
| Aloft, by Angels borne, his Sign in Heaven; | |
| Under whose conduct Michael soon reduced | |
| His army, circumfused on either wing, | |
| Under their Head embodied all in one. | |
| Before him Power Divine his way prepared; | 780 |
| At his command the uprooted hills retired | |
| Each to his place; they heard his voice, and went | |
| Obsequious; Heaven his wonted face renewed, | |
| And with fresh flowerets hill and valley smiled. | |
| This saw his hapless foes, but stood obdured, | 785 |
| And to rebellious fight rallied their Powers, | |
| Insensate, hope conceiving from despair. | |
| In Heavenly Spirits could such perverseness dwell? | |
| But to convince the proud what signs avail, | |
| Or wonders move the obdurate to relent? | 790 |
| They, hardened more by what might most reclaim, | |
| Grieving to see his glory, at the sight | |
| Took envy, and, aspiring to his highth, | |
| Stood re-imbattled fierce, by force or fraud | |
| Weening to prosper, and at length prevail | 795 |
| Against God and Messiah, or to fall | |
| In universal ruin last; and now | |
| To final battle drew, disdaining flight, | |
| Or faint retreat: when the great Son of God | |
| To all his host on either hand thus spake: | 800 |
| Stand still in bright array, ye Saints; here stand, | |
| Ye Angels armed; this day from battle rest. | |
| Faithful hath been your warfare, and of God | |
| Accepted, fearless in his righteous cause; | |
| And, as ye have received, so have ye done, | 805 |
| Invincibly. But of this cursed crew | |
| The punishment to other hand belongs; | |
| Vengeance is his, or whose He sole appoints. | |
| Number to this days work is not ordained, | |
| Nor multitude; stand only and behold | 810 |
| Gods indignation on these godless poured | |
| By me. Not you, but me, they have despised, | |
| Yet envied; against me is all their rage, | |
| Because the Father, to whom in Heaven supreme | |
| Kingdom and power and glory appertains, | 815 |
| Hath honoured me, according to his will. | |
| Therefore to me their doom he hath assigned, | |
| That they may have their wish, to try with me | |
| In battle which the stronger provesthey all, | |
| Or I alone against them; since by strength | 820 |
| They measure all, of other excellence | |
| Not emulous, nor care who them excels; | |
| Nor other strife with them do I voutsafe. | |
| So spake the Son, and into terror changed | |
| His countenance, too severe to be beheld, | 825 |
| And full of wrauth bent on his enemies. | |
| At once the Four spread out their starry wings | |
| With dreadful shade continguous, and the orbs | |
| Of his fierce chariot rowled, as with the sound | |
| Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. | 830 |
| He on his impious foes right onward drove, | |
| Gloomy as Night. Under his burning wheels | |
| The steadfast Empyrean shook throughout, | |
| All but the Throne itself of God. Full soon | |
| Among them he arrived, in his right hand | 835 |
| Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent | |
| Before him, such as in their souls infixed | |
| Plagues. They, astonished, all resistance lost, | |
| All courage; down their idle weapons dropt; | |
| Oer shields, and helms, and helmed heads he rode | 840 |
| Of Thrones and mighty Seraphim prostate, | |
| That wished the mountains now might be again | |
| Thrown on them, as a shelter from his ire. | |
| Nor less on either side tempestuous fell | |
| His arrows, from the fourfold-visaged Four, | 845 |
| Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels, | |
| Distinct alike with multitude of eyes; | |
| One spirit in them ruled, and every eye | |
| Glared lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire | |
| Among the accursed, that withered all their strength, | 850 |
| And of their wonted vigour left them drained, | |
| Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fallen, | |
| Yet half his strength he put not forth, but checked | |
| His thunder in mid-volley; for he meant | |
| Not to destroy, but root them out of Heaven. | 855 |
| The overthrown he raised, and, as a herd | |
| Of goats or timorous flock together thronged, | |
| Drove them before him thunderstruck, pursued | |
| With terrors and with furies to the bounds | |
| And crystal wall of Heaven; which, opening wide, | 860 |
| Rowled inward, and a spacious gap disclosed | |
| Into the wasteful Deep. The monstrous sight | |
| Strook them with horror backward; but far worse | |
| Urged them behind: headlong themselves they threw | |
| Down from the verge of Heaven: eternal wrauth | 865 |
| Burnt after them to the bottomless pit. | |
| Hell heard the unsufferable noise; Hell saw | |
| Heaven ruining from Heaven, and would have fled | |
| Affrighted; but strict Fate had cast too deep | |
| Her dark foundations, and too fast had bound. | 870 |
| Nine days they fell; confounded Chaos roared, | |
| And felt tenfold confusion in their fall | |
| Through his wild Anarchy; so huge a rout | |
| Incumbered him with ruin. Hell at last, | |
| Yawning, received them whole, and on them closed | 875 |
| Hell, their fit habitation, fraught with fire | |
| Unquenchable, the house of woe and pain. | |
| Disburdened Heaven rejoiced, and soon repaired | |
| Her mural breach, returning whence it rowled. | |
| Sole victor, from the expulsion of his foes | 880 |
| Messiah his triumphal chariot turned. | |
| To meet him all his Saints, who silent stood | |
| Eye-witnesses of His Almighty acts, | |
| With jubilee advanced; and, as they went, | |
| Shaded with branching palm, each order bright | 885 |
| Sung triumph, and him sung victorious King, | |
| Son, Heir, and Lord, to him dominion given, | |
| Worthiest to reign. He celebrated rode | |
| Triumphant through mid Heaven, into the courts | |
| And temple of his mighty Father throned | 890 |
| On high; who into glory him received, | |
| Where now he sits at the right hand of bliss. | |
| Thus measuring things in Heaven by things on Earth, | |
| At thy request, and that thou mayst beware | |
| By what is past, to thee I have revealed | 895 |
| What might have else to human race been hid | |
| The discord which befell, and war in Heaven | |
| Among the Angelic Powers, and the deep fall | |
| Of those too high aspiring who rebelled | |
| With Satan: he who envies now thy state, | 900 |
| Who now is plotting how he may seduce | |
| Thee also from obedience, that, with him | |
| Bereaved of happiness, thou mayst partake | |
| His punishment, eternal misery; | |
| Which would be all his solace and revenge, | 905 |
| As a despite done against the Most High, | |
| Thee once to gain companion of his woe. | |
| But listen not to his temptations; warn | |
| Thy weaker; let it profit thee to have heard, | |
| By terrible example, the reward | 910 |
| Of disobedience. Firm they might have stood, | |
| Yet fell. Remember, and fear to transgress. | |
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