Your message, like to end as much in vain ? To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn. As when thou stood'st in Heaven upright and pure; So spake the Cherub; and his grave rebuke And felt how awful goodness is, and saw The Fiend replied not, overcome with rage; He held it vain; awe from above had quell'd His heart, not else dismay'd. Now drew they nigh R The western point, where those half-rounding guards O friends! I hear the tread of nimble feet Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours He scarce had ended, when those two approach'd, To whom with stern regard thus Gabriel spake. To whom thus Satan with contemptuous brow. |