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Long Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb, time in 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 A numerous host, in strength each armed 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 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 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 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 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, A vast circumference. At his approach The great Archangel from his warlike toil
Surceased, and, glad, as hoping here to end A parle of Intestine war in Heaven, the Arch-foe subdued, Michael Or captive dragged in chains, with hostile with
And visage all inflamed, first thus began :
"Author of Evil, unknown till thy revolt, Unnamed in Heaven, now plenteous as thou
These acts of hateful strife-hateful to all, Though heaviest, by just measure, on thyself And thy adherents-how hast thou disturbed Heaven's blessed peace, and into Nature brought Misery, uncreated till the crime
Of thy rebellion! how hast thou instilled Thy malice into thousands, once upright And faithful, now proved false !
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, 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."
'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 flight-or, if to fall, but that they rise
Their Unvanquished-easier to transact with me terrific That thou shouldst hope, imperious, and with duel 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 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." "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
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
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 within the wind Of such commotion: such as (to set forth Great things by small) if, Nature's concord
Among the constellations war were sprung, Two planets, rushing from aspéct malign Of fiercest opposition, in mid sky
Should combat, and their jarring spheres confound.
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 Michael 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, 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,
Not long divisible; and from the gash A stream of nectarous humour issuing flowed Sanguine, such as celestial Spirits may bleed, And all his armour stained, erewhile so bright. Forthwith, on all sides, to his aid was run 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 part-not, as frail Man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins-
Other Cannot but by annihilating die; great Nor in their liquid texture mortal wound deeds 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 de- served
Memorial, where the might of Gabriel fought, 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 Refrained his tongue blasphemous, 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, Vanquished-Adramelech and Asmadai, 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, Seek not the praise of men: the other sort,
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