Paradise Regained - The Fourth Book Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Perplex'd and troubl'd at his bad successA
The Tempter stood nor had what to replyB
Discover'd in his fraud thrown from his hopeC
So oft and the perswasive RhetoricD
That sleek't his tongue and won so much on EveE
So little here nay lost but Eve was EveE
This far his over match who self deceiv'dF
And rash before hand had no better weigh'dG
The strength he was to cope with or his ownH
But as a man who had been matchless heldI
In cunning over reach't where least he thoughtJ
To salve his credit and for very spightK
Still will be tempting him who foyls him stillL
And never cease though to his shame the moreM
Or as a swarm of flies in vintage timeN
About the wine press where sweet moust is powr'dK
Beat off returns as oft with humming soundK
Or surging waves against a solid rockO
Though all to shivers dash't the assault renewP
Vain battry and in froth or bubbles endK
So Satan whom repulse upon repulseQ
Met ever and to shameful silence broughtK
Yet gives not o're though desperate of successA
And his vain importunity pursuesR
He brought our Saviour to the western sideK
Of that high mountain whence he might beholdK
Another plain long but in bredth not wideK
Wash'd by the Southern Sea and on the NorthS
To equal length back'd with a ridge of hillsT
That screen'd the fruits of the earth and seats of menU
From cold Septentrion blasts thence in the midstK
Divided by a river of whose banksV
On each side an Imperial City stoodK
With Towers and Temples proudly elevateK
On seven small Hills with Palaces adorn'dK
Porches and Theatres Baths AqueductsW
Statues and Trophees and Triumphal ArcsX
Gardens and Groves presented to his eyesY
Above the highth of Mountains interpos'dK
By what strange Parallax or Optic skillL
Of vision multiplyed through air or glassZ
Of Telescope were curious to enquireA2
And now the Tempter thus his silence brokeB2
The City which thou seest no other deemC2
Then great and glorious Rome Queen of the EarthD2
So far renown'd and with the spoils enrichtK
Of Nations there the Capitol thou seestK
Above the rest lifting his stately headK
On the Tarpeian rock her CittadelL
Impregnable and there Mount PalatineE2
The Imperial Palace compass huge and highB
The Structure skill of noblest ArchitectsF2
With gilded battlements conspicuous farG2
Turrets and Terrases and glittering SpiresH2
Many a fair Edifice besides more likeI2
Houses of Gods so well I have dispos'dK
My Aerie Microscope thou may'st beholdK
Outside and inside both pillars and roofsJ2
Carv'd work the hand of fam'd ArtificersJ2
In Cedar Marble Ivory or GoldK
Thence to the gates cast round thine eye and seeJ2
What conflux issuing forth or entring inK2
Pretors Proconsuls to thir ProvincesJ2
Hasting or on return in robes of StateK
Lictors and rods the ensigns of thir powerA2
Legions and Cohorts turmes of horse and wingsJ2
Or Embassies from Regions far remoteK
In various habits on the Appian roadK
Or on the milian some from farthest SouthL2
Syene and where the shadow both way fallsJ2
Meroe Nilotic Isle and more to WestK
The Realm of Bocchus to the Black moor SeaJ2
From the Asian Kings and Parthian among theseJ2
From India and the golden ChersonessJ2
And utmost Indian Isle TaprobaneK2
Dusk faces with white silken Turbants wreath'dK
From Gallia Gades and the Brittish WestK
Germans and Scythians and Sarmatians NorthS
Beyond Danubius to the Tauric PoolL
All Nations now to Rome obedience payM2
To Rome's great Emperour whose wide domainK2
In ample Territory wealth and powerA2
Civility of Manners Arts and ArmsJ2
And long Renown thou justly may'st preferA2
Before the Parthian these two Thrones exceptK
The rest are barbarous and scarce worth the sightK
Shar'd among petty Kings too far remov'dK
These having shewn thee I have shewn thee allL
The Kingdoms of the world and all thir gloryJ2
This Emperour hath no Son and now is oldK
Old and lascivious and from Rome retir'dK
To Capre an Island small but strongN2
On the Campanian shore with purpose thereO2
His horrid lusts in private to enjoyP2
Committing to a wicked FavouriteK
All publick cares and yet of him suspiciousJ2
Hated of all and hating with what easeJ2
Indu'd with Regal Vertues as thou artK
Appearing and beginning noble deedsJ2
Might'st thou expel this monster from his ThroneK2
Now made a stye and in his place ascendingQ2
A victor people free from servile yokeB2
And with my help thou may'st to me the powerA2
Is given and by that right I give it theeJ2
Aim therefore at no less then all the worldK
Aim at the highest without the highest attain'dK
Will be for thee no sitting or not longN2
On David's Throne be propheci'd what willL
To whom the Son of God unmov'd reply'dK
Nor doth this grandeur and majestic showR2
Of luxury though call'd magnificenceJ2
More then of arms before allure mine eyeB
Much less my mind though thou should'st add to tellL
Thir sumptuous gluttonies and gorgeous feastsJ2
On Cittron tables or Atlantic stoneK2
For I have also heard perhaps have readK
Their wines of Setia Cales and FalerneK2
Chios and Creet and how they quaff in GoldK
Crystal and Myrrhine cups imboss'd with GemsJ2
And studs of Pearl to me should'st tell who thirstK
And hunger still then Embassies thou shew'stK
From Nations far and nigh what honour thatK
But tedious wast of time to sit and hearS2
So many hollow complements and liesJ2
Outlandish flatteries then proceed'st to talkT2
Of the Emperour how easily subdu'dK
How gloriously I shall thou say'st expelL
A brutish monster what if I withalL
Expel a Devil who first made him suchU2
Let his tormenter Conscience find him outK
For him I was not sent nor yet to freeJ2
That people victor once now vile and baseJ2
Deservedly made vassal who once justK
Frugal and mild and temperate conquer'd wellL
But govern ill the Nations under yokeB2
Peeling thir Provinces exhausted allL
By lust and rapine first ambitious grownK2
Of triumph that insulting vanityJ2
Then cruel by thir sports to blood enur'dJ2
Of fighting beasts and men to beasts expos'dJ2
Luxurious by thir wealth and greedier stillL
And from the daily Scene effeminateJ2
What wise and valiant man would seek to freeJ2
These thus degenerate by themselves enslav'dJ2
Or could of inward slaves make outward freeJ2
Know therefore when my season comes to sitJ2
On David's Throne it shall be like a treeJ2
Spreading and over shadowing all the EarthD2
Or as a stone that shall to pieces dashV2
All Monarchies besides throughout the worldJ2
And of my Kingdom there shall be no endJ2
Means there shall be to this but what the meansJ2
Is not for thee to know nor me to tellL
To whom the Tempter impudent repli'dJ2
I see all offers made by me how slightJ2
Thou valu'st because offer'd and reject'stJ2
Nothing will please the difficult and niceJ2
Or nothing more then still to contradictJ2
On the other side know also thou that IB
On what I offer set as high esteemC2
Nor what I part with mean to give for naughtJ2
All these which in a moment thou behold'stJ2
The Kingdoms of the world to thee I giveW2
For giv'n to me I give to whom I pleaseJ2
No trifle yet with this reserve not elseJ2
On this condition if thou wilt fall downK2
And worship me as thy superior LordJ2
Easily done and hold them all of meJ2
For what can less so great a gift deserveX2
Whom thus our Saviour answer'd with disdainK2
I never lik'd thy talk thy offers lessJ2
Now both abhor since thou hast dar'd to utterA2
The abominable terms impious conditionK2
But I endure the time till which expir'dJ2
Thou hast permission on me It is writtenK2
The first of all Commandments Thou shalt worshipY2
The Lord thy God and only him shalt serveX2
And dar'st thou to the Son of God propoundJ2
To worship thee accurst now more accurstJ2
For this attempt bolder then that on EveE
And more blasphemous which expect to rueP
The Kingdoms of the world to thee were giv'nK2
Permitted rather and by thee usurp'tJ2
Other donation none thou canst produceJ2
If given by whom but by the King of KingsJ2
God over all supreme if giv'n to theeJ2
By thee how fairly is the Giver nowK2
Repaid But gratitude in thee is lostJ2
Long since Wert thou so void of fear or shameZ2
As offer them to me the Son of GodJ2
To me my own on such abhorred pactJ2
That I fall down and worship thee as GodJ2
Get thee behind me plain thou now appear'stJ2
That Evil one Satan for ever damn'dJ2
To whom the Fiend with fear abasht reply'dJ2
Be not so sore offended Son of GodJ2
Though Sons of God both Angels are and MenK2
If I to try whether in higher sortJ2
Then these thou bear'st that title have propos'dJ2
What both from Men and Angels I receiveE
Tetrarchs of fire air flood and on the earthD2
Nations besides from all the quarter'd windsJ2
God of this world invok't and world beneathA3
Who then thou art whose coming is foretoldJ2
To me so fatal me it most concernsJ2
The tryal hath indamag'd thee no wayM2
Rather more honour left and more esteemC2
Me naught advantag'd missing what I aim'dJ2
Therefore let pass as they are transitoryJ2
The Kingdoms of this world I shall no moreM
Advise thee gain them as thou canst or notJ2
And thou thy self seem'st otherwise inclin'dJ2
Then to a worldly Crown addicted moreM
To contemplation and profound disputeJ2
As by that early action may be judg'dJ2
When slipping from thy Mothers eye thou went'stJ2
Alone into the Temple there was foundJ2
Among the gravest Rabbies disputantJ2
On points and questions fitting Moses ChairO2
Teaching not taught the childhood shews the manK2
As morning shews the day Be famous thenK2
By wisdom as thy Empire must extendJ2
So let extend thy mind o're all the worldJ2
In knowledge all things in it comprehendJ2
All knowledge is not couch't in Moses LawL
The Pentateuch or what the Prophets wroteJ2
The Gentiles also know and write and teachB3
To admiration led by Natures lightJ2
And with the Gentiles much thou must converseJ2
Ruling them by perswasion as thou mean'stJ2
Without thir learning how wilt thou with themC3
Or they with thee hold conversation meetJ2
How wilt thou reason with them how refuteJ2
Thir Idolisms Traditions ParadoxesJ2
Error by his own arms is best evinc'tJ2
Look once more e're we leave this specular MountJ2
Westward much nearer by Southwest beholdJ2
Where on the gean shore a City standsJ2
Built nobly pure the air and light the soilL
Athens the eye of Greece Mother of ArtsJ2
And Eloquence native to famous witsJ2
Or hospitable in her sweet recessJ2
City or Suburban studious walks and shadesJ2
See there the Olive Grove of AcademeC2
Plato's retirement where the Attic BirdJ2
Trills her thick warbl'd notes the summer longN2
There flowrie hill Hymettus with the soundJ2
Of Bees industrious murmur oft invitesJ2
To studious musing there Ilissus roulsJ2
His whispering stream within the walls then viewP
The schools of antient Sages his who bredJ2
Great Alexander to subdue the worldJ2
Lyceum there and painted Stoa nextJ2
There thou shalt hear and learn the secret powerA2
Of harmony in tones and numbers hitJ2
By voice or hand and various measur'd verseJ2
olian charms and Dorian Lyric OdesJ2
And his who gave them breath but higher sungD3
Blind Melesigenes thence Homer call'dJ2
Whose Poem Phoebus challeng'd for his ownK2
Thence what the lofty grave Tragoedians taughtJ2
In Chorus or Iambic teachers bestJ2
Of moral prudence with delight receiv'dJ2
In brief sententious precepts while they treatJ2
Of fate and chance and change in human lifeE3
High actions and high passions best describingQ2
Thence to the famous Orators repairO2
Those antient whose resistless eloquenceJ2
Wielded at will that fierce DemocratieJ2
Shook the Arsenal and fulmin'd over GreeceJ2
To Macedon and Artaxerxes ThroneK2
To sage Philosophy next lend thine earS2
From Heaven descended to the low rooft houseJ2
Of Socrates see there his TenementJ2
Whom well inspir'd the Oracle pronounc'dJ2
Wisest of men from whose mouth issu'd forthS
Mellifluous streams that water'd all the schoolsJ2
Of Academics old and new with thoseJ2
Sirnam'd Peripatetics and the SectJ2
Epicurean and the Stoic severeF3
These here revolve or as thou lik'st at homeG3
Till time mature thee to a Kingdom's waightJ2
These rules will render thee a King compleatJ2
Within thy self much more with Empire joyn'dJ2
To whom our Saviour sagely thus repli'dJ2
Think not but that I know these things or thinkH3
I know them not not therefore am I shortJ2
Of knowing what I aught he who receivesJ2
Light from above from the fountain of lightJ2
No other doctrine needs though granted trueP
But these are false or little else but dreamsJ2
Conjectures fancies built on nothing firmI3
The first and wisest of them all profess'dJ2
To know this only that he nothing knewP
The next to fabling fell and smooth conceitsJ2
A third sort doubted all things though plain senceJ2
Others in vertue plac'd felicityJ2
But vertue joyn'd with riches and long lifeE3
In corporal pleasure he and careless easeJ2
The Stoic last in Philosophic prideJ2
By him call'd vertue and his vertuous manK2
Wise perfect in himself and all possessingQ2
Equal to God oft shames not to preferA2
As fearing God nor man contemning allL
Wealth pleasure pain or torment death and lifeE3
Which when he lists he leaves or boasts he canK2
For all his tedious talk is but vain boastJ2
Or subtle shifts conviction to evadeJ2
Alas what can they teach and not misleadJ2
Ignorant of themselves of God much moreM
And how the world began and how man fellL
Degraded by himself on grace dependingQ2
Much of the Soul they talk but all awrieM
And in themselves seek vertue and to themselvesJ2
All glory arrogate to God give noneK2
Rather accuse him under usual namesJ2
Fortune and Fate as one regardless quiteJ2
Of mortal things Who therefore seeks in theseJ2
True wisdom finds her not or by delusionK2
Far worse her false resemblance only meetsJ2
An empty cloud However many booksJ2
Wise men have said are wearisom who readsJ2
Incessantly and to his reading brings notJ2
A spirit and judgment equal or superiorM
And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seekJ3
Uncertain and unsettl'd still remainsJ2
Deep verst in books and shallow in himselfK3
Crude or intoxicate collecting toysJ2
And trifles for choice matters worth a spungeP2
As Children gathering pibles on the shoreM
Or if I would delight my private hoursJ2
With Music or with Poem where so soonK2
As in our native Language can I findJ2
That solace All our Law and Story strew'dJ2
With Hymns our Psalms with artful terms inscrib'dJ2
Our Hebrew Songs and Harps in BabylonK2
That pleas'd so well our Victors ear declareM
That rather Greece from us these Arts deriv'dJ2
Ill imitated while they loudest singQ2
The vices of thir Deities and thir ownK2
In Fable Hymn or Song so personatingQ2
Thir Gods ridiculous and themselves past shameZ2
Remove their swelling Epithetes thick laidJ2
As varnish on a Harlots cheek the restJ2
Thin sown with aught of profit or delightJ2
Will far be found unworthy to compareM
With Sion's songs to all true tasts excellingQ2
Where God is prais'd aright and Godlike menK2
The Holiest of Holies and his SaintsJ2
Such are from God inspir'd not such from theeJ2
Unless where moral vertue is express'tJ2
By light of Nature not in all quite lostJ2
Thir Orators thou then extoll'st as thoseJ2
The top of Eloquence Statists indeedJ2
And lovers of thir Country as may seemC2
But herein to our Prophets far beneathA3
As men divinely taught and better teachingQ2
The solid rules of Civil GovernmentJ2
In thir majestic unaffected stileL
Then all the Oratory of Greece and RomeG3
In them is plainest taught and easiest learntJ2
What makes a Nation happy and keeps it soJ2
What ruins Kingdoms and lays Cities flatJ2
These only with our Law best form a KingQ2
So spake the Son of God but Satan nowK2
Quite at a loss for all his darts were spentJ2
Thus to our Saviour with stern brow reply'dJ2
Since neither wealth nor honour arms nor artsJ2
Kingdom nor Empire pleases thee nor aughtJ2
By me propos'd in life contemplativeW2
Or active tended on by glory or fameZ2
What dost thou in this World the WildernessJ2
For thee is fittest place I found thee thereM
And thither will return thee yet rememberM
What I foretell thee soon thou shalt have causeJ2
To wish thou never hadst rejected thusJ2
Nicely or cautiously my offer'd aidJ2
Which would have set thee in short time with easeJ2
On David's Throne or Throne of all the worldJ2
Now at full age fulness of time thy seasonK2
When Prophesies of thee are best fullfill'dJ2
Now contrary if I read aught in HeavenK2
Or Heav'n write aught of Fate by what the StarsJ2
Voluminous or single charactersJ2
In their conjunction met give me to spellL
Sorrows and labours opposition hateJ2
Attends thee scorns reproaches injuriesJ2
Violence and stripes and lastly cruel deathL3
A Kingdom they portend thee but what KingdomM3
Real or Allegoric I discern notJ2
Nor when eternal sure as without endJ2
Without beginning for no date prefixtJ2
Directs me in the Starry Rubric setJ2
So saying he took for still he knew his powerM
Not yet expir'd and to the WildernessJ2
Brought back the Son of God and left him thereM
Feigning to disappear Darkness now roseJ2
As day light sunk and brought in lowring nightJ2
Her shadowy off spring unsubstantial bothN3
Privation meer of light and absent dayJ2
Our Saviour meek and with untroubl'd mindJ2
After his aerie jaunt though hurried soreM
Hungry and cold betook him to his restJ2
Wherever under some concourse of shadesJ2
Whose branching arms thick intertwind might shieldJ2
From dews and damps of night his shelter'd headJ2
But shelter'd slept in vain for at his headJ2
The Tempter watch'd and soon with ugly dreamsJ2
Disturb'd his sleep and either Tropic nowK2
Gan thunder and both ends of Heav'n the CloudsJ2
From many a horrid rift abortive pour'dJ2
Fierce rain with lightning mixt water with fireM
In ruine reconcil'd nor slept the windsJ2
Within thir stony caves but rush'd abroadJ2
From the four hinges of the world and fellL
On the vext Wilderness whose tallest PinesJ2
Though rooted deep as high and sturdiest OaksJ2
Bow'd their Stiff necks loaden with stormy blastsJ2
Or torn up sheer ill wast thou shrouded thenK2
O patient Son of God yet only stoodstJ2
Unshaken nor yet staid the terror thereM
Infernal Ghosts and Hellish Furies roundJ2
Environ'd thee some howl'd some yell'd some shriek'dJ2
Some bent at thee thir fiery darts while thouK2
Sat'st unappall'd in calm and sinless peaceJ2
Thus pass'd the night so foul till morning fairM
Came forth with Pilgrim steps in amice grayJ2
Who with her radiant finger still'd the roarM
Of thunder chas'd the clouds and laid the windsJ2
And grisly Spectres which the Fiend had rais'dJ2
To tempt the Son of God with terrors direM
And now the Sun with more effectual beamsJ2
Had chear'd the face of Earth and dry'd the wetJ2
From drooping plant or dropping tree the birdsJ2
Who all things now behold more fresh and greenK2
After a night of storm so ruinousJ2
Clear'd up their choicest notes in bush and sprayJ2
To gratulate the sweet return of mornK2
Nor yet amidst this joy and brightest mornK2
Was absent after all his mischief doneK2
The Prince of darkness glad would also seemC2
Of this fair change and to our Saviour cameZ2
Yet with no new device they all were spentJ2
Rather by this his last affront resolv'dJ2
Desperate of better course to vent his rageP2
And mad despight to be so oft repell'dJ2
Him walking on a Sunny hill he foundJ2
Back'd on the North and West by a thick woodJ2
Out of the wood he starts in wonted shapeO3
And in a careless mood thus to him saidJ2
Fair morning yet betides thee Son of GodJ2
After a dismal night I heard the rackQ2
As Earth and Skie would mingle but my selfK3
Was distant and these flaws though mortals fear themC3
As dangerous to the pillard frame of HeavenK2
Or to the Earths dark basis underneathA3
Are to the main as inconsiderableL
And harmless if not wholsom as a sneezeJ2
To mans less universe and soon are goneK2
Yet as being oft times noxious where they lightJ2
On man beast plant wastful and turbulentJ2
Like turbulencies in the affairs of menK2
Over whose heads they rore and seem to pointJ2
They oft fore signifie and threaten illL
This Tempest at this Desert most was bentJ2
Of men at thee for only thou here dwell'stJ2
Did I not tell thee if thou didst rejectJ2
The perfet season offer'd with my aidJ2
To win thy destin'd seat but wilt prolongQ2
All to the push of Fate persue thy wayJ2
Of gaining David's Throne no man knows whenK2
For both the when and how is no where toldJ2
Thou shalt be what thou art ordain'd no doubtJ2
For Angels have proclaim'd it but concealingQ2
The time and means each act is rightliest doneK2
Not when it must but when it may be bestJ2
If thou observe not this be sure to findJ2
What I foretold thee many a hard assayJ2
Of dangers and adversities and painsJ2
E're thou of Israel's Scepter get fast holdJ2
Whereof this ominous night that clos'd thee roundJ2
So many terrors voices prodigiesJ2
May warn thee as a sure fore going signK2
So talk'd he while the Son of God went onK2
And staid not but in brief him answer'd thusJ2
Mee worse then wet thou find'st not other harmP3
Those terrors which thou speak'st of did me noneK2
I never fear'd they could though noising loudJ2
And threatning nigh what they can do as signsJ2
Betok'ning or ill boding I contemnK2
As false portents not sent from God but theeJ2
Who knowing I shall raign past thy preventingQ2
Obtrud'st thy offer'd aid that I acceptingQ2
At least might seem to hold all power of theeJ2
Ambitious spirit and wouldst be thought my GodJ2
And storm'st refus'd thinking to terrifieK3
Mee to thy will desist thou art discern'dJ2
And toil'st in vain nor me in vain molestJ2
To whom the Fiend now swoln with rage reply'dJ2
Then hear O Son of David Virgin bornK2
For Son of God to me is yet in doubtJ2
Of the Messiah I have heard foretoldJ2
By all the Prophets of thy birth at lengthQ3
Announc't by Gabriel with the first I knewK2
And of the Angelic Song in Bethlehem fieldJ2
On thy birth night that sung thee Saviour bornK2
From that time seldom have I ceas'd to eyeB
Thy infancy thy childhood and thy youthR3
Thy manhood last though yet in private bredJ2
Till at the Ford of Jordan whither allL
Flock'd to the Baptist I among the restJ2
Though not to be Baptiz'd by voice from Heav'nK2
Heard thee pronounc'd the Son of God belov'dJ2
Thenceforth I thought thee worth my nearer viewK2
And narrower Scrutiny that I might learnK2
In what degree or meaning thou art call'dJ2
The Son of God which bears no single senceJ2
The Son of God I also am or wasJ2
And if I was I am relation standsJ2
All men are Sons of God yet thee I thoughtJ2
In some respect far higher so declar'dJ2
Therefore I watch'd thy footsteps from that hourM
And follow'd thee still on to this wast wildJ2
Where by all best conjectures I collectJ2
Thou art to be my fatal enemyJ2
Good reason then if I before hand seekQ2
To understand my Adversary whoK2
And what he is his wisdom power intentJ2
By parl or composition truce or leagueQ2
To win him or win from him what I canK2
And opportunity I here have hadJ2
To try thee sift thee and confess have found theeJ2
Proof against all temptation as a rockQ2
Of Adamant and as a Center firmI3
To the utmost of meer man both wise and goodJ2
Not more for Honours Riches Kingdoms GloryJ2
Have been before contemn'd and may agenK2
Therefore to know what more thou art then manK2
Worth naming Son of God by voice from Heav'nK2
Another method I must now beginK2
So saying he caught him up and without wingQ2
Of Hippogrif bore through the Air sublimeN
Over the Wilderness and o're the PlainK2
Till underneath them fair JerusalemM3
The holy City lifted high her TowersJ2
And higher yet the glorious Temple rear'dJ2
Her pile far off appearing like a MountJ2
Of Alabaster top't with Golden SpiresJ2
There on the highest Pinacle he setJ2
The Son of God and added thus in scornK2
There stand if thou wilt stand to stand uprightJ2
Will ask thee skill I to thy Fathers houseJ2
Have brought thee and highest plac't highest is bestJ2
Now shew thy Progeny if not to standJ2
Cast thy self down safely if Son of GodJ2
For it is written He will give commandJ2
Concerning thee to his Angels in thir handsJ2
They shall up lift thee lest at any timeN
Thou chance to dash thy foot against a stoneK2
To whom thus Jesus also it is writtenK2
Tempt not the Lord thy God he said and stoodJ2
But Satan smitten with amazement fellL
As when Earths Son Ant us to compareM
Small things with greatest in Irassa stroveK3
With Joves Alcides and oft foil'd still roseJ2
Receiving from his mother Earth new strengthQ3
Fresh from his fall and fiercer grapple joyn'dJ2
Throttl'd at length in the Air expir'd and fellL
So after many a foil the Tempter proudJ2
Renewing fresh assaults amidst his prideJ2
Fell whence he stood to see his Victor fallL
And as that Theban Monster that propos'dJ2
Her riddle and him who solv'd it not devour'dJ2
That once found out and solv'd for grief and spightJ2
Cast her self headlong from th' Ismenian steepS3
So strook with dread and anguish fell the FiendJ2
And to his crew that sat consulting broughtJ2
Joyless triumphals of his hop't successJ2
Ruin and desperation and dismayJ2
Who durst so proudly tempt the Son of GodJ2
So Satan fell and strait a fiery GlobeT3
Of Angels on full sail of wing flew nighB
Who on their plumy Vans receiv'd him softJ2
From his uneasie station and upboreM
As on a floating couch through the blithe AirM
Then in a flowry valley set him downK2
On a green bank and set before him spredJ2
A table of Celestial Food DivineK2
Ambrosial Fruits fetcht from the tree of lifeK3
And from the fount of life Ambrosial drinkQ2
That soon refresh'd him wearied and repair'dJ2
What hunger if aught hunger had impair'dJ2
Or thirst and as he fed Angelic QuiresJ2
Sung Heavenly Anthems of his victoryM
Over temptation and the Tempter proudJ2
True Image of the Father whether thron'dJ2
In the bosom of bliss and light of lightJ2
Conceiving or remote from Heaven enshrin'dJ2
In fleshly Tabernacle and human formU3
Wandring the Wilderness whatever placeJ2
Habit or state or motion still expressingQ2
The Son of God with Godlike force indu'dJ2
Against th' Attempter of thy Fathers ThroneK2
And Thief of Paradise him long of oldJ2
Thou didst debel and down from Heav'n castJ2
With all his Army now thou hast aveng'dJ2
Supplanted Adam and by vanquishingQ2
Temptation hast regain'd lost ParadiseJ2
And frustrated the conquest fraudulentJ2
He never more henceforth will dare set footJ2
In Paradise to tempt his snares are brokeQ2
For though that seat of earthly bliss be fail'dJ2
A fairer Paradise is founded nowK2
For Adam and his chosen Sons whom thouK2
A Saviour art come down to re installL
Where they shall dwell secure when time shall beM
Of Tempter and Temptation without fearM
But thou Infernal Serpent shalt not longQ2
Rule in the Clouds like an Autumnal StarM
Or Lightning thou shalt fall from Heav'n trod downK2
Under his feet for proof e're this thou feel'stJ2
Thy wound yet not thy last and deadliest woundJ2
By this repulse receiv'd and hold'st in HellL
No triumph in all her gates Abaddon ruesJ2
Thy bold attempt hereafter learn with aweV3
To dread the Son of God he all unarm'dJ2
Shall chase thee with the terror of his voiceJ2
From thy Demoniac holds possession foulL
Thee and thy Legions yelling they shall flyeB
And beg to hide them in a herd of SwineK2
Lest he command them down into the deepS3
Bound and to torment sent before thir timeN
Hail Son of the most High heir of both worldsJ2
Queller of Satan on thy glorious workQ2
Now enter and begin to save mankindJ2
Thus they the Son of God our Saviour meekQ2
Sung Victor and from Heavenly Feast refreshtJ2
Brought on his way with joy hee unobserv'dJ2
Home to his Mothers house private return'dJ2

John Milton



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