Paradise Lost - Book Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Outshon the wealth of Ormus and of Ind | B |
| Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand | B |
| Showrs on her Kings Barbaric Pearl and Gold | B |
| Satan exalted sat by merit rais'd | B |
| To that bad eminence and from despair | C |
| Thus high uplifted beyond hope aspires | D |
| Beyond thus high insatiate to pursue | E |
| Vain Warr with Heav'n and by success untaught | B |
| His proud imaginations thus displaid | B |
| Powers and Dominions Deities of Heav'n | F |
| For since no deep within her gulf can hold | B |
| Immortal vigor though opprest and fall'n | F |
| I give not Heav'n for lost From this descent | B |
| Celestial vertues rising will appear | G |
| More glorious and more dread then from no fall | H |
| And trust themselves to fear no second fate | B |
| Mee though just right and the fixt Laws of Heav'n | F |
| Did first create your Leader next free choice | I |
| With what besides in Counsel or in Fight | B |
| Hath bin achievd of merit yet this loss | J |
| Thus farr at least recover'd hath much more | K |
| Establisht in a safe unenvied Throne | F |
| Yeilded with full consent The happier state | B |
| In Heav'n which follows dignity might draw | L |
| Envy from each inferior but who here | M |
| Will envy whom the highest place exposes | N |
| Formost to stand against the Thunderers aim | O |
| Your bulwark and condemns to greatest share | C |
| Of endless pain where there is then no good | B |
| For which to strive no strife can grow up there | C |
| From Faction for none sure will claim in hell | P |
| Precedence none whose portion is so small | H |
| Of present pain that with ambitious mind | B |
| Will covet more With this advantage then | F |
| To union and firm Faith and firm accord | B |
| More then can be in Heav'n we now return | F |
| To claim our just inheritance of old | B |
| Surer to prosper then prosperity | B |
| Could have assur'd us and by what best way | Q |
| Whether of open Warr or covert guile | R |
| We now debate who can advise may speak | S |
| He ceas'd and next him Moloc Scepter'd King | T |
| Stood up the strongest and the fiercest Spirit | B |
| That fought in Heav'n now fiercer by despair | C |
| His trust was with th' Eternal to be deem'd | B |
| Equal in strength and rather then be less | U |
| Car'd not to be at all with that care lost | B |
| Went all his fear of God or Hell or worse | V |
| He reckd not and these words thereafter spake | W |
| My sentence is for open Warr Of Wiles | X |
| More unexpert I boast not them let those | Y |
| Contrive who need or when they need not now | F |
| For while they sit contriving shall the rest | B |
| Millions that stand in Arms and longing wait | B |
| The Signal to ascend sit lingring here | M |
| Heav'ns fugitives and for thir dwelling place | Z |
| Accept this dark opprobrious Den of shame | O |
| The Prison of his Tyranny who Reigns | A2 |
| By our delay no let us rather choose | B2 |
| Arm'd with Hell flames and fury all at once | C2 |
| O're Heav'ns high Towrs to force resistless way | Q |
| Turning our Tortures into horrid Arms | D2 |
| Against the Torturer when to meet the noise | E2 |
| Of his Almighty Engin he shall hear | M |
| Infernal Thunder and for Lightning see | B |
| Black fire and horror shot with equal rage | F2 |
| Among his Angels and his Throne it self | G2 |
| Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur and strange fire | H2 |
| His own invented Torments But perhaps | I2 |
| The way seems difficult and steep to scale | J2 |
| With upright wing against a higher foe | K2 |
| Let such bethink them if the sleepy drench | L2 |
| Of that forgetful Lake benumme not still | M2 |
| That in our proper motion we ascend | B |
| Up to our native seat descent and fall | H |
| To us is adverse Who but felt of late | B |
| When the fierce Foe hung on our brok'n Rear | G |
| Insulting and pursu'd us through the Deep | N2 |
| With what compulsion and laborious flight | B |
| We sunk thus low Th' ascent is easie then | F |
| Th' event is fear'd should we again provoke | O2 |
| Our stronger some worse way his wrath may find | B |
| To our destruction if there be in Hell | P |
| Fear to be worse destroy'd what can be worse | V |
| Then to dwell here driv'n out from bliss condemn'd | B |
| In this abhorred deep to utter woe | K2 |
| Where pain of unextinguishable fire | H2 |
| Must exercise us without hope of end | B |
| The Vassals of his anger when the Scourge | P2 |
| Inexorably and the torturing hour | H2 |
| Calls us to Penance More destroy'd then thus | Q2 |
| We should be quite abolisht and expire | R2 |
| What fear we then what doubt we to incense | S2 |
| His utmost ire which to the highth enrag'd | B |
| Will either quite consume us and reduce | T2 |
| To nothing this essential happier farr | A |
| Then miserable to have eternal being | T |
| Or if our substance be indeed Divine | F |
| And cannot cease to be we are at worst | B |
| On this side nothing and by proof we feel | U2 |
| Our power sufficient to disturb his Heav'n | F |
| And with perpetual inrodes to Allarme | O |
| Though inaccessible his fatal Throne | F |
| Which if not Victory is yet Revenge | V2 |
| He ended frowning and his look denounc'd | B |
| Desperate revenge and Battel dangerous | Q2 |
| To less then Gods On th' other side up rose | Y |
| Belial in act more graceful and humane | F |
| A fairer person lost not Heav'n he seemd | B |
| For dignity compos'd and high exploit | B |
| But all was false and hollow though his Tongue | W2 |
| Dropt Manna and could make the worse appear | G |
| The better reason to perplex and dash | X2 |
| Maturest Counsels for his thoughts were low | K2 |
| To vice industrious but to Nobler deeds | Y2 |
| Timorous and slothful yet he pleas'd the ear | M |
| And with perswasive accent thus began | F |
| I should be much for open Warr O Peers | Z2 |
| As not behind in hate if what was urg'd | B |
| Main reason to perswade immediate Warr | K |
| Did not disswade me most and seem to cast | B |
| Ominous conjecture on the whole success | U |
| When he who most excels in fact of Arms | D2 |
| In what he counsels and in what excels | A3 |
| Mistrustful grounds his courage on despair | C |
| And utter dissolution as the scope | B3 |
| Of all his aim after some dire revenge | V2 |
| First what Revenge the Towrs of Heav'n are fill'd | B |
| With Armed watch that render all access | U |
| Impregnable oft on the bordering Deep | N2 |
| Encamp thir Legions or with obscure wing | T |
| Scout farr and wide into the Realm of night | B |
| Scorning surprize Or could we break our way | Q |
| By force and at our heels all Hell should rise | C3 |
| With blackest Insurrection to confound | B |
| Heav'ns purest Light yet our great Enemy | O |
| All incorruptible would on his Throne | F |
| Sit unpolluted and th' Ethereal mould | B |
| Incapable of stain would soon expel | P |
| Her mischief and purge off the baser fire | H2 |
| Victorious Thus repuls'd our final hope | B3 |
| Is flat despair we must exasperate | B |
| Th' Almighty Victor to spend all his rage | F2 |
| And that must end us that must be our cure | D3 |
| To be no more sad cure for who would loose | T2 |
| Though full of pain this intellectual being | T |
| Those thoughts that wander through Eternity | O |
| To perish rather swallowd up and lost | B |
| In the wide womb of uncreated night | B |
| Devoid of sense and motion and who knows | Y |
| Let this be good whether our angry Foe | K2 |
| Can give it or will ever how he can | F |
| Is doubtful that he never will is sure | D3 |
| Will he so wise let loose at once his ire | R2 |
| Belike through impotence or unaware | C |
| To give his Enemies thir wish and end | B |
| Them in his anger whom his anger saves | E3 |
| To punish endless wherefore cease we then | F |
| Say they who counsel Warr we are decreed | B |
| Reserv'd and destin'd to Eternal woe | K2 |
| Whatever doing what can we suffer more | K |
| What can we suffer worse is this then worst | B |
| Thus sitting thus consulting thus in Arms | D2 |
| What when we fled amain pursu'd and strook | T |
| With Heav'ns afflicting Thunder and besought | B |
| The Deep to shelter us this Hell then seem'd | B |
| A refuge from those wounds or when we lay | Q |
| Chain'd on the burning Lake that sure was worse | V |
| What if the breath that kindl'd those grim fires | D |
| Awak'd should blow them into sevenfold rage | F2 |
| And plunge us in the Flames or from above | F3 |
| Should intermitted vengeance arm again | F |
| His red right hand to plague us what if all | H |
| Her stores were op'n'd and this Firmament | B |
| Of Hell should spout her Cataracts of Fire | H2 |
| Impendent horrors threatning hideous fall | H |
| One day upon our heads while we perhaps | I2 |
| Designing or exhorting glorious Warr | K |
| Caught in a fierie Tempest shall be hurl'd | B |
| Each on his rock transfixt the sport and prey | Q |
| Of racking whirlwinds or for ever sunk | T |
| Under yon boyling Ocean wrapt in Chains | A2 |
| There to converse with everlasting groans | G3 |
| Unrespited unpitied unrepreevd | B |
| Ages of hopeless end this would be worse | V |
| Warr therefore open or conceal'd alike | T |
| My voice disswades for what can force or guile | R |
| With him or who deceive his mind whose eye | H3 |
| Views all things at one view he from heav'ns highth | I3 |
| All these our motions vain sees and derides | J3 |
| Not more Almighty to resist our might | B |
| Then wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles | X |
| Shall we then live thus vile the race of Heav'n | F |
| Thus trampl'd thus expell'd to suffer here | M |
| Chains and these Torments better these then worse | V |
| By my advice since fate inevitable | K3 |
| Subdues us and Omnipotent Decree | O |
| The Victors will To suffer as to doe | B |
| Our strength is equal nor the Law unjust | B |
| That so ordains this was at first resolv'd | B |
| If we were wise against so great a foe | B |
| Contending and so doubtful what might fall | H |
| I laugh when those who at the Spear are bold | B |
| And vent'rous if that fail them shrink and fear | G |
| What yet they know must follow to endure | D3 |
| Exile or ignominy or bonds or pain | F |
| The sentence of thir Conquerour This is now | F |
| Our doom which if we can sustain and bear | C |
| Our Supream Foe in time may much remit | B |
| His anger and perhaps thus farr remov'd | B |
| Not mind us not offending satisfi'd | B |
| With what is punish't whence these raging fires | D |
| Will slack'n if his breath stir not thir flames | L3 |
| Our purer essence then will overcome | O |
| Thir noxious vapour or enur'd not feel | U2 |
| Or chang'd at length and to the place conformd | B |
| In temper and in nature will receive | M3 |
| Familiar the fierce heat and void of pain | F |
| This horror will grow milde this darkness light | B |
| Besides what hope the never ending flight | B |
| Of future days may bring what chance what change | N3 |
| Worth waiting since our present lot appeers | L3 |
| For happy though but ill for ill not worst | B |
| If we procure not to our selves more woe | B |
| Thus Belial with words cloath'd in reasons garb | O3 |
| Counsel'd ignoble ease and peaceful sloath | I3 |
| Not peace and after him thus Mammon spake | T |
| Either to disinthrone the King of Heav'n | F |
| We warr if warr be best or to regain | F |
| Our own right lost him to unthrone we then | F |
| May hope when everlasting Fate shall yeild | B |
| To fickle Chance and Chaos judge the strife | P3 |
| The former vain to hope argues as vain | F |
| The latter for what place can be for us | L3 |
| Within Heav'ns bound unless Heav'ns Lord supream | O |
| We overpower Suppose he should relent | B |
| And publish Grace to all on promise made | B |
| Of new Subjection with what eyes could we | O |
| Stand in his presence humble and receive | M3 |
| Strict Laws impos'd to celebrate his Throne | F |
| With warbl'd Hymns and to his Godhead sing | T |
| Forc't Halleluiah's while he Lordly sits | L3 |
| Our envied Sovran and his Altar breathes | L3 |
| Ambrosial Odours and Ambrosial Flowers | L3 |
| Our servile offerings This must be our task | T |
| In Heav'n this our delight how wearisom | O |
| Eternity so spent in worship paid | B |
| To whom we hate Let us not then pursue | L3 |
| By force impossible by leave obtain'd | B |
| Unacceptable though in Heav'n our state | B |
| Of splendid vassalage but rather seek | T |
| Our own good from our selves and from our own | F |
| Live to our selves though in this vast recess | L3 |
| Free and to none accountable preferring | T |
| Hard liberty before the easie yoke | T |
| Of servile Pomp Our greatness will appear | G |
| Then most conspicuous when great things of small | H |
| Useful of hurtful prosperous of adverse | L3 |
| We can create and in what place so e're | Q |
| Thrive under evil and work ease out of pain | F |
| Through labour and endurance This deep world | B |
| Of darkness do we dread How oft amidst | B |
| Thick clouds and dark doth Heav'ns all ruling Sire | H2 |
| Choose to reside his Glory unobscur'd | B |
| And with the Majesty of darkness round | B |
| Covers his Throne from whence deep thunders roar | K |
| Must'ring thir rage and Heav'n resembles Hell | P |
| As he our Darkness cannot we his Light | B |
| Imitate when we please This Desart soile | P |
| Wants not her hidden lustre Gemms and Gold | B |
| Nor want we skill or art from whence to raise | L3 |
| Magnificence and what can Heav'n shew more | K |
| Our torments also may in length of time | O |
| Become our Elements these piercing Fires | L3 |
| As soft as now severe our temper chang'd | B |
| Into their temper which must needs remove | Q3 |
| The sensible of pain All things invite | B |
| To peaceful Counsels and the settl'd State | B |
| Of order how in safety best we may | Q |
| Compose our present evils with regard | B |
| Of what we are and where dismissing quite | B |
| All thoughts of Warr ye have what I advise | L3 |
| He scarce had finisht when such murmur filld | B |
| Th' Assembly as when hollow Rocks retain | F |
| The sound of blustring winds which all night long | T |
| Had rous'd the Sea now with hoarse cadence lull | P |
| Sea faring men orewatcht whose Bark by chance | L3 |
| Or Pinnace anchors in a craggy Bay | Q |
| After the Tempest Such applause was heard | B |
| As Mammon ended and his Sentence pleas'd | B |
| Advising peace for such another Field | B |
| They dreaded worse then Hell so much the fear | G |
| Of Thunder and the Sword of Michael | P |
| Wrought still within them and no less desire | H2 |
| To found this nether Empire which might rise | L3 |
| By pollicy and long process of time | O |
| In emulation opposite to Heav'n | F |
| Which when Beelzebub perceiv'd then whom | O |
| Satan except none higher sat with grave | R3 |
| Aspect he rose and in his rising seem'd | B |
| A Pillar of State deep on his Front engraven | F |
| Deliberation sat and public care | C |
| And Princely counsel in his face yet shon | F |
| Majestick though in ruin sage he stood | B |
| With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear | C |
| The weight of mightiest Monarchies his look | T |
| Drew audience and attention still as Night | B |
| Or Summers Noon tide air while thus he spake | T |
| Thrones and imperial Powers off spring of heav'n | F |
| Ethereal Vertues or these Titles now | F |
| Must we renounce and changing stile be call'd | B |
| Princes of Hell for so the popular vote | B |
| Inclines here to continue and build up here | M |
| A growing Empire doubtless while we dream | O |
| And know not that the King of Heav'n hath doom'd | B |
| This place our dungeon not our safe retreat | B |
| Beyond his Potent arm to live exempt | B |
| From Heav'ns high jurisdiction in new League | T |
| Banded against his Throne but to remaine | F |
| In strictest bondage though thus far remov'd | B |
| Under th' inevitable curb reserv'd | B |
| His captive multitude For he be sure | D3 |
| In highth or depth still first and last will Reign | F |
| Sole King and of his Kingdom loose no part | B |
| By our revolt but over Hell extend | B |
| His Empire and with Iron Scepter rule | P |
| Us here as with his Golden those in Heav'n | F |
| What sit we then projecting Peace and Warr | K |
| Warr hath determin'd us and foild with loss | L3 |
| Irreparable tearms of peace yet none | F |
| Voutsaf't or sought for what peace will be giv'n | F |
| To us enslav'd but custody severe | G |
| And stripes and arbitrary punishment | B |
| Inflicted and what peace can we return | F |
| But to our power hostility and hate | B |
| Untam'd reluctance and revenge though slow | P |
| Yet ever plotting how the Conquerour least | B |
| May reap his conquest and may least rejoyce | L3 |
| In doing what we most in suffering feel | P |
| Nor will occasion want nor shall we need | B |
| With dangerous expedition to invade | B |
| Heav'n whose high walls fear no assault or Siege | S3 |
| Or ambush from the Deep What if we find | B |
| Some easier enterprize There is a place | L3 |
| If ancient and prophetic fame in Heav'n | F |
| Err not another World the happy seat | B |
| Of som new Race call'd Man about this time | O |
| To be created like to us though less | L3 |
| In power and excellence but favour'd more | K |
| Of him who rules above so was his will | P |
| Pronounc'd among the Gods and by an Oath | I3 |
| That shook Heav'ns whol circumference confirm'd | B |
| Thither let us bend all our thoughts to learn | F |
| What creatures there inhabit of what mould | B |
| Or substance how endu'd and what thir Power | H2 |
| And where thir weakness how attempted best | B |
| By force or suttlety Though Heav'n be shut | B |
| And Heav'ns high Arbitrator sit secure | D3 |
| In his own strength this place may lye expos'd | B |
| The utmost border of his Kingdom left | B |
| To their defence who hold it here perhaps | L3 |
| Som advantagious act may be achiev'd | B |
| By sudden onset either with Hell fire | H2 |
| To waste his whole Creation or possess | L3 |
| All as our own and drive as we were driven | F |
| The punie habitants or if not drive | T3 |
| Seduce them to our Party that thir God | B |
| May prove thir foe and with repenting hand | B |
| Abolish his own works This would surpass | L3 |
| Common revenge and interrupt his joy | U3 |
| In our Confusion and our Joy upraise | L3 |
| In his disturbance when his darling Sons | L3 |
| Hurl'd headlong to partake with us shall curse | L3 |
| Thir frail Originals and faded bliss | L3 |
| Faded so soon Advise if this be worth | I3 |
| Attempting or to sit in darkness here | M |
| Hatching vain Empires Thus Beelzebub | Q |
| Pleaded his devilish Counsel first devis'd | B |
| By Satan and in part propos'd for whence | L3 |
| But from the Author of all ill could Spring | T |
| So deep a malice to confound the race | L3 |
| Of mankind in one root and Earth with Hell | P |
| To mingle and involve done all to spite | B |
| The great Creatour But thir spite still serves | L3 |
| His glory to augment The bold design | F |
| Pleas'd highly those infernal States and joy | U3 |
| Sparkl'd in all thir eyes with full assent | B |
| They vote whereat his speech he thus renews | L3 |
| Well have ye judg'd well ended long debate | B |
| Synod of Gods and like to what ye are | A |
| Great things resolv'd which from the lowest deep | N2 |
| Will once more lift us up in spight of Fate | B |
| Neerer our ancient Seat perhaps in view | L3 |
| Of those bright confines whence with neighbouring Arms | L3 |
| And opportune excursion we may chance | L3 |
| Re enter Heav'n or else in some milde Zone | F |
| Dwell not unvisited of Heav'ns fair Light | B |
| Secure and at the brightning Orient beam | O |
| Purge off this gloom the soft delicious Air | C |
| To heal the scarr of these corrosive Fires | L3 |
| Shall breath her balme But first whom shall we send | B |
| In search of this new world whom shall we find | B |
| Sufficient who shall tempt with wandring feet | B |
| The dark unbottom'd infinite Abyss | L3 |
| And through the palpable obscure find out | B |
| His uncouth way or spread his aerie flight | B |
| Upborn with indefatigable wings | L3 |
| Over the vast abrupt ere he arrive | T3 |
| The happy Ile what strength what art can then | F |
| Suffice or what evasion bear him safe | V3 |
| Through the strict Senteries and Stations thick | T |
| Of Angels watching round Here he had need | B |
| All circumspection and we now no less | L3 |
| Choice in our suffrage for on whom we send | B |
| The weight of all and our last hope relies | L3 |
| This said he sat and expectation held | B |
| His look suspence awaiting who appeer'd | B |
| To second or oppose or undertake | T |
| The perilous attempt but all sat mute | B |
| Pondering the danger with deep thoughts and each | W3 |
| In others count'nance read his own dismay | Q |
| Astonisht none among the choice and prime | O |
| Of those Heav'n warring Champions could be found | B |
| So hardie as to proffer or accept | B |
| Alone the dreadful voyage till at last | B |
| Satan whom now transcendent glory rais'd | B |
| Above his fellows with Monarchal pride | B |
| Conscious of highest worth unmov'd thus spake | T |
| O Progeny of Heav'n Empyreal Thrones | L3 |
| With reason hath deep silence and demurr | C |
| Seis'd us though undismaid long is the way | Q |
| And hard that out of Hell leads up to Light | B |
| Our prison strong this huge convex of Fire | C |
| Outrageous to devour immures us round | B |
| Ninefold and gates of burning Adamant | B |
| Barr'd over us prohibit all egress | L3 |
| These past if any pass the void profound | B |
| Of unessential Night receives him next | B |
| Wide gaping and with utter loss of being | T |
| Threatens him plung'd in that abortive gulf | X3 |
| If thence he scape into what ever world | B |
| Or unknown Region what remains him less | L3 |
| Then unknown dangers and as hard escape | Y3 |
| But I should ill become this Throne O Peers | L3 |
| And this Imperial Sov'ranty adorn'd | B |
| With splendor arm'd with power if aught propos'd | B |
| And judg'd of public moment in the shape | Y3 |
| Of difficulty or danger could deterre | C |
| Me from attempting Wherefore do I assume | O |
| These Royalties and not refuse to Reign | F |
| Refusing to accept as great a share | C |
| Of hazard as of honour due alike | T |
| To him who Reigns and so much to him due | B |
| Of hazard more as he above the rest | B |
| High honourd sits Go therfore mighty powers | L3 |
| Terror of Heav'n though fall'n intend at home | O |
| While here shall be our home what best may ease | L3 |
| The present misery and render Hell | P |
| More tollerable if there be cure or charm | O |
| To respite or deceive or slack the pain | F |
| Of this ill Mansion intermit no watch | Z3 |
| Against a wakeful Foe while I abroad | B |
| Through all the coasts of dark destruction seek | T |
| Deliverance for us all this enterprize | L3 |
| None shall partake with me Thus saying rose | L3 |
| The Monarch and prevented all reply | P |
| Prudent least from his resolution rais'd | B |
| Others among the chief might offer now | F |
| Certain to be refus'd what erst they feard | B |
| And so refus'd might in opinion stand | B |
| His rivals winning cheap the high repute | B |
| Which he through hazard huge must earn But they | Q |
| Dreaded not more th' adventure then his voice | L3 |
| Forbidding and at once with him they rose | L3 |
| Thir rising all at once was as the sound | B |
| Of Thunder heard remote Towards him they bend | B |
| With awful reverence prone and as a God | B |
| Extoll him equal to the highest in Heav'n | F |
| Nor fail'd they to express how much they prais'd | B |
| That for the general safety he despis'd | B |
| His own for neither do the Spirits damn'd | B |
| Loose all thir vertue least bad men should boast | B |
| Thir specious deeds on earth which glory excites | L3 |
| Or close ambition varnisht o're with zeal | P |
| Thus they thir doubtful consultations dark | T |
| Ended rejoycing in thir matchless Chief | A4 |
| As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds | L3 |
| Ascending while the North wind sleeps o'respread | B |
| Heav'ns chearful face the lowring Element | B |
| Scowls ore the dark'nd lantskip Snow or showre | C |
| If chance the radiant Sun with farewell sweet | B |
| Extend his ev'ning beam the fields revive | T3 |
| The birds thir notes renew and bleating herds | L3 |
| Attest thir joy that hill and valley rings | L3 |
| O shame to men Devil with Devil damn'd | B |
| Firm concord holds men onely disagree | C |
| Of Creatures rational though under hope | B3 |
| Of heavenly Grace and God proclaiming peace | L3 |
| Yet live in hatred enmity and strife | P3 |
| Among themselves and levie cruel warres | L3 |
| Wasting the Earth each other to destroy | C |
| As if which might induce us to accord | B |
| Man had not hellish foes anow besides | L3 |
| That day and night for his destruction waite | B |
| The Stygian Councel thus dissolv'd and forth | I3 |
| In order came the grand infernal Peers | L3 |
| Midst came thir mighty Paramount and seemd | B |
| Alone th' Antagonist of Heav'n nor less | L3 |
| Then Hells dread Emperour with pomp Supream | O |
| And God like imitated State him round | B |
| A Globe of fierie Seraphim inclos'd | B |
| With bright imblazonrie and horrent Arms | L3 |
| Then of thir Session ended they bid cry | C |
| With Trumpets regal sound the great result | B |
| Toward the four winds four speedy Cherubim | O |
| Put to thir mouths the sounding Alchymie | O |
| By Haralds voice explain'd the hollow Abyss | L3 |
| Heard farr and wide and all the host of Hell | P |
| With deafning shout return'd them loud acclaim | O |
| Thence more at ease thir minds and somwhat rais'd | B |
| By false presumptuous hope the ranged powers | L3 |
| Disband and wandring each his several way | Q |
| Pursues as inclination or sad choice | L3 |
| Leads him perplext where he may likeliest find | B |
| Truce to his restless thoughts and entertain | F |
| The irksome hours till his great Chief return | F |
| Part on the Plain or in the Air sublime | O |
| Upon the wing or in swift race contend | B |
| As at th' Olympian Games or Pythian fields | L3 |
| Part curb thir fierie Steeds or shun the Goal | P |
| With rapid wheels or fronted Brigads form | O |
| As when to warn proud Cities warr appears | L3 |
| Wag'd in the troubl'd Skie and Armies rush | B4 |
| To Battel in the Clouds before each Van | F |
| Prick forth the Aerie Knights and couch thir Spears | L3 |
| Till thickest Legions close with feats of Arms | L3 |
| From either end of Heav'n the welkin burns | L3 |
| Others with vast Typhoean rage more fell | P |
| Rend up both Rocks and Hills and ride the Air | C |
| In whirlwind Hell scarce holds the wilde uproar | C |
| As when Alcides from Oechalia Crown'd | B |
| With conquest felt th' envenom'd robe and tore | C |
| Through pain up by the roots Thessalian Pines | L3 |
| And Lichas from the top of Oeta threw | C |
| Into th' Euboic Sea Others more milde | B |
| Retreated in a silent valley sing | T |
| With notes Angelical to many a Harp | C4 |
| Thir own Heroic deeds and hapless fall | P |
| By doom of Battel and complain that Fate | B |
| Free Vertue should enthrall to Force or Chance | L3 |
| Thir song was partial but the harmony | C |
| What could it less when Spirits immortal sing | T |
| Suspended Hell and took with ravishment | B |
| The thronging audience In discourse more sweet | B |
| For Eloquence the Soul Song charms the Sense | L3 |
| Others apart sat on a Hill retir'd | B |
| In thoughts more elevate and reason'd high | C |
| Of Providence Foreknowledge Will and Fate | B |
| Fixt Fate free will foreknowledge absolute | B |
| And found no end in wandring mazes lost | B |
| Of good and evil much they argu'd then | F |
| Of happiness and final misery | C |
| Passion and Apathie and glory and shame | O |
| Vain wisdom all and false Philosophie | C |
| Yet with a pleasing sorcerie could charm | O |
| Pain for a while or anguish and excite | B |
| Fallacious hope or arm th' obdured brest | B |
| With stubborn patience as with triple steel | P |
| Another part in Squadrons and gross Bands | L3 |
| On bold adventure to discover wide | B |
| That dismal world if any Clime perhaps | L3 |
| Might yeild them easier habitation bend | B |
| Four ways thir flying March along the Banks | L3 |
| Of four infernal Rivers that disgorge | D4 |
| Into the burning Lake thir baleful streams | L3 |
| Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate | B |
| Sad Acheron of sorrow black and deep | N2 |
| Cocytus nam'd of lamentation loud | B |
| Heard on the ruful stream fierce Phlegeton | F |
| Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage | F2 |
| Farr off from these a slow and silent stream | O |
| Lethe the River of Oblivion roules | L3 |
| Her watrie Labyrinth whereof who drinks | L3 |
| Forthwith his former state and being forgets | L3 |
| Forgets both joy and grief pleasure and pain | F |
| Beyond this flood a frozen Continent | B |
| Lies dark and wilde beat with perpetual storms | L3 |
| Of Whirlwind and dire Hail which on firm land | B |
| Thaws not but gathers heap and ruin seems | L3 |
| Of ancient pile all else deep snow and ice | L3 |
| A gulf profound as that Serbonian Bog | T |
| Betwixt Damiata and mount Casius old | B |
| Where Armies whole have sunk the parching Air | C |
| Burns frore and cold performs th' effect of Fire | C |
| Thither by harpy footed Furies hail'd | B |
| At certain revolutions all the damn'd | B |
| Are brought and feel by turns the bitter change | N3 |
| Of fierce extreams extreams by change more fierce | L3 |
| From Beds of raging Fire to starve in Ice | L3 |
| Thir soft Ethereal warmth and there to pine | F |
| Immovable infixt and frozen round | B |
| Periods of time thence hurried back to fire | C |
| They ferry over this Lethean Sound | B |
| Both to and fro thir sorrow to augment | B |
| And wish and struggle as they pass to reach | W3 |
| The tempting stream with one small drop to loose | L3 |
| In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe | P |
| All in one moment and so neer the brink | T |
| But Fate withstands and to oppose th' attempt | B |
| Medusa with Gorgonian terror guards | L3 |
| The Ford and of it self the water flies | L3 |
| All taste of living wight as once it fled | B |
| The lip of Tantalus Thus roving on | F |
| In confus'd march forlorn th' adventrous Bands | L3 |
| With shuddring horror pale and eyes agast | B |
| View'd first thir lamentable lot and found | B |
| No rest through many a dark and drearie Vaile | P |
| They pass'd and many a Region dolorous | L3 |
| O're many a Frozen many a Fierie Alpe | N2 |
| Rocks Caves Lakes Fens Bogs Dens and shades of death | I3 |
| A Universe of death which God by curse | L3 |
| Created evil for evil only good | B |
| Where all life dies death lives and nature breeds | L3 |
| Perverse all monstrous all prodigious things | L3 |
| Abominable inutterable and worse | L3 |
| Then Fables yet have feign'd or fear conceiv'd | B |
| Gorgons and Hydra's and Chimera's dire | C |
| Mean while the Adversary of God and Man | F |
| Satan with thoughts inflam'd of highest design | F |
| Puts on swift wings and toward the Gates of Hell | P |
| Explores his solitary flight som times | L3 |
| He scours the right hand coast som times the left | B |
| Now shaves with level wing the Deep then soares | L3 |
| Up to the fiery concave touring high | C |
| As when farr off at Sea a Fleet descri'd | B |
| Hangs in the Clouds by quinoctial Winds | L3 |
| Close sailing from Bengala or the Iles | L3 |
| Of Ternate and Tidore whence Merchants bring | T |
| Thir spicie Drugs they on the trading Flood | B |
| Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape | N2 |
| Ply stemming nightly toward the Pole So seem'd | B |
| Farr off the flying Fiend at last appeer | C |
| Hell bounds high reaching to the horrid Roof | C |
| And thrice threefold the Gates three folds were Brass | L3 |
| Three Iron three of Adamantine Rock | T |
| Impenitrable impal'd with circling fire | C |
| Yet unconsum'd Before the Gates there sat | B |
| On either side a formidable shape | N2 |
| The one seem'd Woman to the waste and fair | C |
| But ended foul in many a scaly fould | B |
| Voluminous and vast a Serpent arm'd | B |
| With mortal sting about her middle round | B |
| A cry of Hell Hounds never ceasing bark'd | B |
| With wide Cerberean mouths full loud and rung | T |
| A hideous Peal yet when they list would creep | N2 |
| If aught disturb'd thir noyse into her woomb | O |
| And kennel there yet there still bark'd and howl'd | B |
| Within unseen Farr less abhorrd then these | L3 |
| Vex'd Scylla bathing in the Sea that parts | L3 |
| Calabria from the hoarce Trinacrian shore | C |
| Nor uglier follow the Night Hag when call'd | B |
| In secret riding through the Air she comes | L3 |
| Lur'd with the smell of infant blood to dance | L3 |
| With Lapland Witches while the labouring Moon | F |
| Eclipses at thir charms The other shape | N2 |
| If shape it might be call'd that shape had none | F |
| Distinguishable in member joynt or limb | O |
| Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd | B |
| For each seem'd either black it stood as Night | B |
| Fierce as ten Furies terrible as Hell | P |
| And shook a dreadful Dart what seem'd his head | B |
| The likeness of a Kingly Crown had on | F |
| Satan was now at hand and from his seat | B |
| The Monster moving onward came as fast | B |
| With horrid strides Hell trembled as he strode | B |
| Th' undaunted Fiend what this might be admir'd | B |
| Admir'd not fear'd God and his Son except | B |
| Created thing naught vallu'd he nor shun'd | B |
| And with disdainful look thus first began | F |
| Whence and what art thou execrable shape | N2 |
| That dar'st though grim and terrible advance | L3 |
| Thy miscreated Front athwart my way | Q |
| To yonder Gates through them I mean to pass | L3 |
| That be assur'd without leave askt of thee | C |
| Retire or taste thy folly and learn by proof | C |
| Hell born not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n | F |
| To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd | B |
| Art thou that Traitor Angel art thou hee | C |
| Who first broke peace in Heav'n and Faith till then | F |
| Unbrok'n and in proud rebellious Arms | L3 |
| Drew after him the third part of Heav'ns Sons | L3 |
| Conjur'd against the highest for which both Thou | F |
| And they outcast from God are here condemn'd | B |
| To waste Eternal dayes in woe and pain | F |
| And reck'n'st thou thy self with Spirits of Heav'n | F |
| Hell doomd and breath'st defiance here and scorn | F |
| Where I reign King and to enrage thee more | C |
| Thy King and Lord Back to thy punishment | B |
| False fugitive and to thy speed add wings | L3 |
| Least with a whip of Scorpions I pursue | L3 |
| Thy lingring or with one stroke of this Dart | B |
| Strange horror seise thee and pangs unfelt before | C |
| So spake the grieslie terrour and in shape | N2 |
| So speaking and so threatning grew ten fold | B |
| More dreadful and deform on th' other side | B |
| Incenc't with indignation Satan stood | B |
| Unterrifi'd and like a Comet burn'd | B |
| That fires the length of Ophiucus huge | E4 |
| In th' Artick Sky and from his horrid hair | C |
| Shakes Pestilence and Warr Each at the Head | B |
| Level'd his deadly aime thir fatall hands | L3 |
| No second stroke intend and such a frown | F |
| Each cast at th' other as when two black Clouds | L3 |
| With Heav'ns Artillery fraught come rattling on | F |
| Over the Caspian then stand front to front | B |
| Hov'ring a space till Winds the signal blow | P |
| To joyn thir dark Encounter in mid air | C |
| So frownd the mighty Combatants that Hell | P |
| Grew darker at thir frown so matcht they stood | B |
| For never but once more was either like | T |
| To meet so great a foe and now great deeds | L3 |
| Had been achiev'd whereof all Hell had rung | T |
| Had not the Snakie Sorceress that sat | B |
| Fast by Hell Gate and kept the fatal Key | C |
| Ris'n and with hideous outcry rush'd between | F |
| O Father what intends thy hand she cry'd | B |
| Against thy only Son What fury O Son | F |
| Possesses thee to bend that mortal Dart | B |
| Against thy Fathers head and know'st for whom | O |
| For him who sits above and laughs the while | P |
| At thee ordain'd his drudge to execute | B |
| What e're his wrath which he calls Justice bids | L3 |
| His wrath which one day will destroy ye both | I3 |
| She spake and at her words the hellish Pest | B |
| Forbore then these to her Satan return'd | B |
| So strange thy outcry and thy words so strange | N3 |
| Thou interposest that my sudden hand | B |
| Prevented spares to tell thee yet by deeds | L3 |
| What it intends till first I know of thee | C |
| What thing thou art thus double form'd and why | C |
| In this infernal Vaile first met thou call'st | B |
| Me Father and that Fantasm call'st my Son | F |
| I know thee not nor ever saw till now | F |
| Sight more detestable then him and thee | C |
| T' whom thus the Portress of Hell Gate reply'd | B |
| Hast thou forgot me then and do I seem | O |
| Now in thine eye so foul once deemd so fair | C |
| In Heav'n when at th' Assembly and in sight | B |
| Of all the Seraphim with thee combin'd | B |
| In bold conspiracy against Heav'ns King | T |
| All on a sudden miserable pain | F |
| Surpris'd thee dim thine eyes and dizzie swumm | O |
| In darkness while thy head flames thick and fast | B |
| Threw forth till on the left side op'ning wide | B |
| Likest to thee in shape and count'nance bright | B |
| Then shining heav'nly fair a Goddess arm'd | B |
| Out of thy head I sprung amazement seis'd | B |
| All th' Host of Heav'n back they recoild affraid | B |
| At first and call'd me Sin and for a Sign | F |
| Portentous held me but familiar grown | F |
| I pleas'd and with attractive graces won | F |
| The most averse thee chiefly who full oft | B |
| Thy self in me thy perfect image viewing | T |
| Becam'st enamour'd and such joy thou took'st | B |
| With me in secret that my womb conceiv'd | B |
| A growing burden Mean while Warr arose | L3 |
| And fields were fought in Heav'n wherein remaind | B |
| For what could else to our Almighty Foe | P |
| Cleer Victory to our part loss and rout | B |
| Through all the Empyrean down they fell | P |
| Driv'n headlong from the Pitch of Heaven down | F |
| Into this Deep and in the general fall | P |
| I also at which time this powerful Key | C |
| Into my hand was giv'n with charge to keep | N2 |
| These Gates for ever shut which none can pass | L3 |
| Without my op'ning Pensive here I sat | B |
| Alone but long I sat not till my womb | O |
| Pregnant by thee and now excessive grown | F |
| Prodigious motion felt and rueful throes | L3 |
| At last this odious offspring whom thou seest | B |
| Thine own begotten breaking violent way | Q |
| Tore through my entrails that with fear and pain | F |
| Distorted all my nether shape thus grew | L3 |
| Transform'd but he my inbred enemie | O |
| Forth issu'd brandishing his fatal Dart | B |
| Made to destroy I fled and cry'd out Death | I3 |
| Hell trembl'd at the hideous Name and sigh'd | B |
| From all her Caves and back resounded Death | I3 |
| I fled but he pursu'd though more it seems | L3 |
| Inflam'd with lust then rage and swifter far | C |
| Me overtook his mother all dismaid | B |
| And in embraces forcible and foule | P |
| Ingendring with me of that rape begot | B |
| These yelling Monsters that with ceasless cry | C |
| Surround me as thou sawst hourly conceiv'd | B |
| And hourly born with sorrow infinite | B |
| To me for when they list into the womb | O |
| That bred them they return and howle and gnaw | F |
| My Bowels their repast then bursting forth | I3 |
| Afresh with conscious terrours vex me round | B |
| That rest or intermission none I find | B |
| Before mine eyes in opposition sits | L3 |
| Grim Death my Son and foe who sets them on | F |
| And me his Parent would full soon devour | C |
| For want of other prey but that he knows | L3 |
| His end with mine involvd and knows that I | C |
| Should prove a bitter Morsel and his bane | F |
| When ever that shall be so Fate pronounc'd | B |
| But thou O Father I forewarn thee shun | F |
| His deadly arrow neither vainly hope | N2 |
| To be invulnerable in those bright Arms | L3 |
| Though temper'd heav'nly for that mortal dint | B |
| Save he who reigns above none can resist | B |
| She finish'd and the suttle Fiend his lore | C |
| Soon learnd now milder and thus answerd smooth | I3 |
| Dear Daughter since thou claim'st me for thy Sire | C |
| And my fair Son here showst me the dear pledge | F4 |
| Of dalliance had with thee in Heav'n and joys | L3 |
| Then sweet now sad to mention through dire change | N3 |
| Befalln us unforeseen unthought of know | P |
| I come no enemie but to set free | C |
| From out this dark and dismal house of pain | F |
| Both him and thee and all the heav'nly Host | B |
| Of Spirits that in our just pretenses arm'd | B |
| Fell with us from on high from them I go | P |
| This uncouth errand sole and one for all | P |
| My self expose with lonely steps to tread | B |
| Th' unfounded deep and through the void immense | L3 |
| To search with wandring quest a place foretold | B |
| Should be and by concurring signs ere now | F |
| Created vast and round a place of bliss | L3 |
| In the Pourlieues of Heav'n and therein plac't | B |
| A race of upstart Creatures to supply | C |
| Perhaps our vacant room though more remov'd | B |
| Least Heav'n surcharg'd with potent multitude | B |
| Might hap to move new broiles Be this or aught | B |
| Then this more secret now design'd I haste | B |
| To know and this once known shall soon return | F |
| And bring ye to the place where Thou and Death | I3 |
| Shall dwell at ease and up and down unseen | F |
| Wing silently the buxom Air imbalm'd | B |
| With odours there ye shall be fed and fill'd | B |
| Immeasurably all things shall be your prey | Q |
| He ceas'd for both seemd highly pleasd and Death | I3 |
| Grinnd horrible a gastly smile to hear | C |
| His famine should be fill'd and blest his mawe | Q |
| Destin'd to that good hour no less rejoyc'd | B |
| His mother bad and thus bespake her Sire | C |
| The key of this infernal Pit by due | B |
| And by command of Heav'ns all powerful King | T |
| I keep by him forbidden to unlock | T |
| These Adamantine Gates against all force | L3 |
| Death ready stands to interpose his dart | B |
| Fearless to be o'rematcht by living might | B |
| But what ow I to his commands above | C |
| Who hates me and hath hither thrust me down | F |
| Into this gloom of Tartarus profound | B |
| To sit in hateful Office here confin'd | B |
| Inhabitant of Heav'n and heav'nlie born | F |
| Here in perpetual agonie and pain | F |
| With terrors and with clamors compasst round | B |
| Of mine own brood that on my bowels feed | B |
| Thou art my Father thou my Author thou | F |
| My being gav'st me whom should I obey | Q |
| But thee whom follow thou wilt bring me soon | F |
| To that new world of light and bliss among | T |
| The Gods who live at ease where I shall Reign | F |
| At thy right hand voluptuous as beseems | L3 |
| Thy daughter and thy darling without end | B |
| Thus saying from her side the fatal Key | C |
| Sad instrument of all our woe she took | T |
| And towards the Gate rouling her bestial train | F |
| Forthwith the huge Porcullis high up drew | B |
| Which but her self not all the Stygian powers | L3 |
| Could once have mov'd then in the key hole turns | L3 |
| Th' intricate wards and every Bolt and Bar | C |
| Of massie Iron or sollid Rock with ease | L3 |
| Unfast'ns on a sudden op'n flie | C |
| With impetuous recoile and jarring sound | B |
| Th' infernal dores and on thir hinges great | B |
| Harsh Thunder that the lowest bottom shook | T |
| Of Erebus She op'nd but to shut | B |
| Excel'd her power the Gates wide op'n stood | B |
| That with extended wings a Bannerd Host | B |
| Under spread Ensigns marching might pass through | B |
| With Horse and Chariots rankt in loose array | Q |
| So wide they stood and like a Furnace mouth | I3 |
| Cast forth redounding smoak and ruddy flame | O |
| Before thir eyes in sudden view appear | C |
| The secrets of the hoarie deep a dark | T |
| Illimitable Ocean without bound | B |
| Without dimension where length breadth and highth | I3 |
| And time and place are lost where eldest Night | B |
| And Chaos Ancestors of Nature hold | B |
| Eternal Anarchie amidst the noise | L3 |
| Of endless warrs and by confusion stand | B |
| For hot cold moist and dry four Champions fierce | L3 |
| Strive here for Maistrie and to Battel bring | T |
| Thir embryon Atoms they around the flag | T |
| Of each his faction in thir several Clanns | L3 |
| Light arm'd or heavy sharp smooth swift or slow | C |
| Swarm populous unnumber'd as the Sands | L3 |
| Of Barca or Cyrene's torrid soil | C |
| Levied to side with warring Winds and poise | L3 |
| Thir lighter wings To whom these most adhere | C |
| Hee rules a moment Chaos Umpire sits | L3 |
| And by decision more imbroiles the fray | Q |
| By which he Reigns next him high Arbiter | C |
| Chance governs all Into this wilde Abyss | L3 |
| The Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave | C |
| Of neither Sea nor Shore nor Air nor Fire | C |
| But all these in thir pregnant causes mixt | B |
| Confus'dly and which thus must ever fight | B |
| Unless th' Almighty Maker them ordain | F |
| His dark materials to create more Worlds | L3 |
| Into this wilde Abyss the warie fiend | B |
| Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while | C |
| Pondering his Voyage for no narrow frith | I3 |
| He had to cross Nor was his eare less peal'd | B |
| With noises loud and ruinous to compare | C |
| Great things with small then when Bellona storms | L3 |
| With all her battering Engines bent to rase | L3 |
| Som Capital City or less then if this frame | O |
| Of Heav'n were falling and these Elements | L3 |
| In mutinie had from her Axle torn | F |
| The stedfast Earth At last his Sail broad Vannes | L3 |
| He spreads for flight and in the surging smoak | T |
| Uplifted spurns the ground thence many a League | T |
| As in a cloudy Chair ascending rides | L3 |
| Audacious but that seat soon failing meets | L3 |
| A vast vacuitie all unawares | L3 |
| Fluttring his pennons vain plumb down he drops | L3 |
| Ten thousand fadom deep and to this hour | C |
| Down had been falling had not by ill chance | L3 |
| The strong rebuff of som tumultuous cloud | B |
| Instinct with Fire and Nitre hurried him | O |
| As many miles aloft that furie stay'd | B |
| Quencht in a Boggie Syrtis neither Sea | L3 |
| Nor good dry Land nigh founderd on he fares | L3 |
| Treading the crude consistence half on foot | B |
| Half flying behoves him now both Oare and Saile | C |
| As when a Gryfon through the Wilderness | L3 |
| With winged course ore Hill or moarie Dale | C |
| Pursues the Arimaspian who by stelth | I3 |
| Had from his wakeful custody purloind | B |
| The guarded Gold So eagerly the fiend | B |
| Ore bog or steep through strait rough dense or rare | C |
| With head hands wings or feet pursues his way | Q |
| And swims or sinks or wades or creeps or flyes | L3 |
| At length a universal hubbub wilde | B |
| Of stunning sounds and voices all confus'd | B |
| Born through the hollow dark assaults his eare | C |
| With loudest vehemence thither he plyes | L3 |
| Undaunted to meet there what ever power | C |
| Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss | L3 |
| Might in that noise reside of whom to ask | T |
| Which way the neerest coast of darkness lyes | L3 |
| Bordering on light when strait behold the Throne | F |
| Of Chaos and his dark Pavilion spread | B |
| Wide on the wasteful Deep with him Enthron'd | B |
| Sat Sable vested Night eldest of things | L3 |
| The consort of his Reign and by them stood | B |
| Orcus and Ades and the dreaded name | O |
| Of Demogorgon Rumor next and Chance | L3 |
| And Tumult and Confusion all imbroild | B |
| And Discord with a thousand various mouths | L3 |
| T' whom Satan turning boldly thus Ye Powers | L3 |
| And Spirits of this nethermost Abyss | L3 |
| Chaos and ancient Night I come no Spie | L3 |
| With purpose to explore or to disturb | Q |
| The secrets of your Realm but by constraint | B |
| Wandring this darksome desart as my way | Q |
| Lies through your spacious Empire up to light | B |
| Alone and without guide half lost I seek | T |
| What readiest path leads where your gloomie bounds | L3 |
| Confine with Heav'n or if som other place | L3 |
| From your Dominion won th' Ethereal King | T |
| Possesses lately thither to arrive | C |
| I travel this profound direct my course | L3 |
| Directed no mean recompence it brings | L3 |
| To your behoof if I that Region lost | B |
| All usurpation thence expell'd reduce | L3 |
| To her original darkness and your sway | Q |
| Which is my present journey and once more | C |
| Erect the Standard there of ancient Night | B |
| Yours be th' advantage all mine the revenge | V2 |
| Thus Satan and him thus the Anarch old | B |
| With faultring speech and visage incompos'd | B |
| Answer'd I know thee stranger who thou art | B |
| That mighty leading Angel who of late | B |
| Made head against Heav'ns King though overthrown | F |
| I saw and heard for such a numerous host | B |
| Fled not in silence through the frighted deep | N2 |
| With ruin upon ruin rout on rout | B |
| Confusion worse confounded and Heav'n Gates | L3 |
| Pourd out by millions her victorious Bands | L3 |
| Pursuing I upon my Frontieres here | C |
| Keep residence if all I can will serve | C |
| That little which is left so to defend | B |
| Encroacht on still through our intestine broiles | L3 |
| Weakning the Scepter of old Night first Hell | C |
| Your dungeon stretching far and wide beneath | I3 |
| Now lately Heaven and Earth another World | B |
| Hung ore my Realm link'd in a golden Chain | F |
| To that side Heav'n from whence your Legions fell | C |
| If that way be your walk you have not farr | C |
| So much the neerer danger go and speed | B |
| Havock and spoil and ruin are my gain | F |
| He ceas'd and Satan staid not to reply | C |
| But glad that now his Sea should find a shore | C |
| With fresh alacritie and force renew'd | B |
| Springs upward like a Pyramid of fire | C |
| Into the wilde expanse and through the shock | T |
| Of fighting Elements on all sides round | B |
| Environ'd wins his way harder beset | B |
| And more endanger'd then when Argo pass'd | B |
| Through Bosporus betwixt the justling Rocks | L3 |
| Or when Ulysses on the Larbord shunnd | B |
| Charybdis and by th' other whirlpool steard | B |
| So he with difficulty and labour hard | B |
| Mov'd on with difficulty and labour hee | L3 |
| But hee once past soon after when man fell | C |
| Strange alteration Sin and Death amain | F |
| Following his track such was the will of Heav'n | F |
| Pav'd after him a broad and beat'n way | Q |
| Over the dark Abyss whose boiling Gulf | C |
| Tamely endur'd a Bridge of wondrous length | I3 |
| From Hell continu'd reaching th' utmost Orbe | Q |
| Of this frail World by which the Spirits perverse | L3 |
| With easie intercourse pass to and fro | C |
| To tempt or punish mortals except whom | O |
| God and good Angels guard by special grace | L3 |
| But now at last the sacred influence | L3 |
| Of light appears and from the walls of Heav'n | F |
| Shoots farr into the bosom of dim Night | B |
| A glimmering dawn here Nature first begins | L3 |
| Her fardest verge and Chaos to retire | C |
| As from her outmost works a brok'n foe | C |
| With tumult less and with less hostile din | F |
| That Satan with less toil and now with ease | L3 |
| Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light | B |
| And like a weather beaten Vessel holds | L3 |
| Gladly the Port though Shrouds and Tackle torn | F |
| Or in the emptier waste resembling Air | C |
| Weighs his spread wings at leasure to behold | B |
| Farr off th' Empyreal Heav'n extended wide | B |
| In circuit undetermind square or round | B |
| With Opal Towrs and Battlements adorn'd | B |
| Of living Saphire once his native Seat | B |
| And fast by hanging in a golden Chain | F |
| This pendant world in bigness as a Starr | C |
| Of smallest Magnitude close by the Moon | F |
| Thither full fraught with mischievous revenge | V2 |
| Accurst and in a cursed hour he hies | L3 |
John Milton
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