FIRST COMING OF SATAN TO EARTH.
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw Th' Apocalypse1, heard cry in heav'n aloud, Then when the Dragon, put to second rout, Came furious down to be reveng'd on men, "Woe to th' inhabitants on earth!" that now, While time was, our first parents had been warn'd The coming of their secret foe, and 'scap'd, Haply so 'scap'd his mortal snare: for now Satan, now first inflam'd with rage, came down, The tempter ere th' accuser of mankind, To wreak on innocent frail man his loss Of that first battle, and his flight to hell: Yet, not rejoicing in his speed, though bold Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast, Begins his dire attempt; which nigh the birth Now rolling boils in his tumultuous breast, And like a devilish engine back recoils Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir The hell within him; for within him hell He brings, and round about him, nor from hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly, By change of place: now conscience wakes despair, That slumber'd; wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue. Sometimes towards Eden, which now in his view Lay pleasant, his griev'd look he fixes sad; Sometimes towards heav'n, and the full-blazing sun, Which now sat high in his meridian tower: Then, much revolving, thus in sighs began: "O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the God Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, O sun! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down,
1 See Revelations, xii. 12.
Warring in heav'n against heav'n's matchless King: Ah, wherefore! he deserv'd no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, How due! yet all his good prov'd ill in me, And wrought but malice; lifted up so high I sdein'd1 subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burdensome still paying, still to owe, Forgetful what from him I still receiv'd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharged; what burden then? O had his pow'rful destiny ordain'd
Me some inferior angel, I had stood
Then happy; no unbounded hope had rais'd Ambition. Yet why not? some other pow'r As great might have aspir'd; and me, though mean, Drawn to his part; but other pow'rs as great Fell not, but stand unshaken, from within Or from without, to all temptations arm'd. Hadst thou the same free will and pow'r to stand? Thou hadst whom hast thou then or what to accuse, But heav'n's free love dealt equally to all?
Be then his love accurs'd, since love or hate,
To me alike, it deals eternal woe.
Nay, curs'd be thou; since against his thy will Chose freely what it now so justly rues. Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. O, then, at last relent: is there no place Left for repentance, none for pardon left? None left but by submission; and that word Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduc'd With other promises and other vaunts
Than to submit, boasting I could subdue Th' Omnipotent. Ay me! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain, Under what torments inwardly I groan, While they adore me on the throne of hell. With diadem and scepter high advanc'd, The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery such joy ambition finds. But say I could repent, and could obtain, By act of grace, my former state; how soon
Would highth recall high thoughts, how soon unsay
What feign'd submission swore! Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep: Which would but lead me to a worse relapse And heavier fall: so should I purchase dear Short intermission bought with double smart. This knows my punisher; therefore as far From granting he, as I from begging peace: All hope excluded thus, behold, instead Of us out-cast, exil'd, his new delight, Mankind created, and for him this world. So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good: by thee at least Divided empire with heav'n's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign; As man ere long, and this new world shall know." Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his face Thrice chang'd with pale, ire, envy, and despair; Which marr'd his borrow'd visage, and betray'd Him counterfeit, if any eye beheld:
For heav'nly minds from such distempers foul Are ever clear. Whereof he soon aware, Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calm, Artificer of fraud; and was the first
That practis'd falsehood under saintly show, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
Hail, holy Light! offspring of heav'n first-born, Or of th' Eternal coeternal beam,
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,
And never but in unapproached light1 Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell?3 Before the sun, Before the heav'ns thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite. Thee I revisit now with bolder wing,
Escap'd the Stygian pool, though long detain'd In that obscure sojourns, while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne, With other notes than to th' Orphéan lyre, I sung of Chaos and eternal Night;
Taught by the heav'nly muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to re-ascend, Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp: but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn: So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet: and warbling flow, Nightly I visit; nor sometimes forget Those other two equall'd with me in fate, So were I equall'd with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Mæonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old: Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird
11 Timothy, vi. 16. Dwelling in the light which no man can approach unto. 2 Effluence, out-pouring, emanation. The reader must not suppose that visible light is increate, as these words would seem to imply.
3 This expression is imitated from ancient poets. It means, dost thou prefer to be called.
4 In the previous cantos Milton had described the infernal, or Stygian regions.
5 See note on Il Allegro.
6 Milton's blindness was caused by gutta serena, or cataract.
7 In my nightly musings I visit Sion, and the brooks that flow beneath the rock on which it is built.
8 Mæonides, Homer. The other names belong to fable.
Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid, Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the year Seasons return: but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank
Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
ADAM DESCRIBES HIS FIRST IMPRESSIONS ON RECEIVING
"For man to tell how human life began Is hard; for who himself beginning knew? Desire with thee still longer to converse Induc'd me. As new wak'd from soundest sleep, Soft on the flowr'y herb I found me laid, In balmy sweat; which with his beams the sun Soon dried, and on the reeking moisture fed. Straight toward heav'n my wond'ring eyes I turn'd, And gaz'd a while the ample sky; till rais'd By quick instinctive motion, up I sprung, As thitherward endeavouring, and upright Stood on my feet: about me round I saw Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains, And liquid lapse of murm'ring streams: by these Creatures that liv'd and mov'd, and walk'd or flew Birds on the branches warbling; all things smil'd; With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflow'd. Myself I then perus'd, and limb by limb
Survey'd, and sometimes went, and sometimes ran With supple joints, as lively vigour led: But who I was, or where, or from what cause, Knew not; to speak I tried, and forthwith spake; My tongue obey'd, and readily could name Whate'er I saw. 'Thou sun,' said I, ‘fair light,
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