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Such hast thou arm'd, the minstrelsy of Heav'n,
To whom in brief thus Abdiel stern reply'd: 171
185 Yet chains in Hell, not realms expect: meanwhile From me return'd, as erst thou saidst, from flight, This greeting on thy impious crest receive.
So say'ng, a noble stroke he lifted high, Which hung not, but so swift with tempest tell 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 recoil'd; the tenth on bended knee His massy spear upstay'd, as if on earth
195 Winds under grouud, or waters forcing way Sidelong, had push'd a mountain from his seat, Half sunk with all his pines. Amazement seized The rebel Thrones, but greater rage, to see Thus foild their mightiest; ours joy fill'd and shout, Presage of victory and fierce desire
201 Of battle; whereat Michael bid sound Th’ Arch-Angel trumpet: through the vast of Heav'n It sounded, and the faithful armies rung Hosannah to the Highest : nor stood at gaze
205 The adverse legions, nor less hideous join'd The horrid shock. Now storming fury rose, And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now
183. Said in anticipation.
Was never; arms on armour clasbing bray'd
236 The ridges of grim war: no thought of flight, None of retreat, no unbecoming deed That argued fear: each on himself rely'd, 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 seem'd then Conflicting fire. Long time in even scale 245 The battle hung; till Satan, who that day Prodigious pow'r had shone, and met in arms No equal, ranging through the dire attack Of fighting Seraphim confused, at length
249 236. Ficlde ploughed in ridges form the subject of this fine metaphor. 244. Tormented, as the Latics use vexare.
Saw where the sword of Michael smote, and fell'd
Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt, Unnamed in Hear'n, now plenteous, as thou seest These acts of hateful strife, bateful to all, Though heaviest by just measure on thyself 265 And thy adherents, how hast thou disturb’d Heav'n's blessed peace, and into nature brought Misery, uncreated till the crime Of thy rebellion? How hast thou instill'd Thy malice into thousands, once upright
270 And faithful, now proved false? But think not here To trouble holy rest; Heav'n casts thee out From all her contines. Heav'n, 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 wing'd 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 aery threats to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not. Hast thou turn'd the least of these To flight, or if to fall, but that they rise
285 Unvanquish’d, easier 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 call'st evil, but we style The strife of glory; which we mean to win, 290 Or turn this Heav'n itself into the Hell
282. Adversary, the meaning of the Hebrew, Satan.
Thou fablest, here however to dwell free,
They ended parle, and both address'd for fight
306 In horror: from each hand with speed retired, Where erst was thickest fight, th' angelic throng, And left large field, unsafe within the wind Of such coinmotion : such as, to set forth
310 Great things by small, if Nature's 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. Together both with next to' almighty arm 316 Uplifted imminent, one stroke they aim'd That might determine, and not need repeat, As not of pow'r at once; nor odds appear'd In might or swift prevention. But the sword 320 Of Michael from the armoury of God, Was giv'n him temper d 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 stay'd, 325 But with swift whecl reverse, deep ent'ring 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
208. Can relate or liken: the substantive fight before mentioned must be understood after these verbs.
312. Bentlev proposes to read warfare instead of war here.
321. So Virgil mentions the sword of Æneas; Homer and Tasso also are imitated in this passage.
325. Homer, Il. in. 363. Virgil, Æn. xii. 731. 329. Discontinuous, separating the parts.
Pass'd through him: but th'ethereal substance closed, Not long divisible; and from the gash
331 A stream of nect'rous humour issuing, flow'd Sanguine, such as celestial Spirits may bleed, And all his armour stain'd ere while 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 pow'r. Yet soon he heal'd; for Spirits that live throughout Vital in ev'ry part, not 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 defy'd, And at his cbariot-wheels to drag him bound Threatend; nor from the Holy One of Heav'n Refrain'd his tongue blasphemous; but anon 360 Down cloven to the waist, with shatter'd arms And uncouth pain fled bellowing. On each wing Uriel and Raphaël his vaunting foe,
332. Homer calls the blood flowing from the gods ichor, that is, a pure fluid corresponding to the more refined substance of their bodies. Bentley reads ichorons instead of nect'rous, but this would be a tautology as sanguine follows. See Hom. II. v. 339. 335. Was run, a Latinism, ventum est.
355. The might of Gabriel fought, a Greek expression frequent In Homer.
362. So Mars is represented flying from battle in the liiad.
363. Raphael speaks here in the third person of himself, jis name being unknown to Adam.-Some critics propose to add cach after Raphael.