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Deliberate valor breath'd, firm and unmov'd
With dread of death to flight or foul retreat;
Nor wanting pow'r to mitigate and swage,
With folemn touches, troubled thoughts; and chase
Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain,
From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they,
Breathing united force,with fixed thought
Mov'd on,in filence, to foft pipes, that charm'd
Their painful fteps o'er the burnt foil; and now,
Advanc'd in view, they ftand; a horrid front,
Of dreadful length and dazling arms, in guise
Of warriors old,with order'd spear and shield,
Awaiting what command their mighty chief
Had to impose: He through the armed files
Darts his experienc'd eye, and soon traverse
The whole battalion views; their order due,

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Their vifages and ftature as of Gods;

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Their number laft he sums. And now his heart
Diftends with pride; and,hard' ning, in his ftrength
Glories: for never fince created man,

Met fuch imbodied force, as,nam'd with these,
Could merit more than that small infantry
Warr'd on by cranes; though all the giant brood
Of Phlegra, with th' heroic race were join'd
That fought at Thebes and Ilium; on each side
Mix'd with auxiliar Gods; and what refounds,
In fable or romance, of Uther's fon,

Begirt with British and Armoric knights;

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And all who fince, baptiz'd or infidel,
Jousted in Aspramont or Montalban,
Damafco, or Marocco, or Trebifond;
Or whom Biferta fent from Afric fhore,
When Charlemain,with all his peerage, fell
By Fontarabbia. Thus far thefe beyond
Compare of mortal prowess; yet observ'd
Their dread Commander: he,above the reft,
In shape and gefture proudly eminent,
Stood like a tow'r; his form had yet not loft
All her original brightness; nor appear'd
Lefs than Arch-Angel ruin'd, and th' excefs
Of glory obfcur'd As when the fun,new risen,
Looks, through the horizontal misly air,
Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon,
In dim eclipse, difaftrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs, Darken'd fo, yet fhone
Above them all th' Arch-Angel: but his face
Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd, and care
Sat on his faded cheek; but under brows

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Of dauntless courage, and confiderate pride,

Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast
Signs of remorse and passion to behold

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The fellows of his crime, the followers rather,

(Far other once beheld in blifs) condemn'd

For ever now to have their lot in pain;
Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc'd

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Of Heav'n, and from eternal fplendors flung
For his revolt, yet faithful how they flood,
Their glory whither'd: as when Heaven's fire
Hath fcath'd the foreft oaks, or mountain pines,
With finged top their stately growth, though bare,
Stands on the blafted heath. He now prepar'd 615
To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend

From wing to wing, and half inclose him round

With all his peers: attention held them mute.

Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn,
Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last 620
Words, interwove with fighs, found out their way.
O Myriads of immortal Spirits, O Powers,
Matchless, but with th' Almighty; and that ftrife
Was not inglorious, though th' event was dire;
As this place teftifies, and this dire change,
Hateful to utter: but what pow'r of mind
Foreseeing or prefaging, from the depth
Of knowledge paft or prefent, could have fear'd,
How fuch united force of Gods, how fuch

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As flood like thefe, could ever know repulse?

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For who can yet believe, though after loss,
That all these puissant legions, whose exile
Hath emptied Heav'n, fhall fail to re-ascend,
Self-rais'd, and repossess their native seat?
For me, be witness all the host of Heaven,
If counsels different, or danger fhunn'd
By me, have loft our hopes. But he who reigns

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Monarch

Monarch in Heav'n, till then as one fecure
Sat on his throne; upheld by old repute,
Confent or custom; and his regal state

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Put forth at full, but ftill his ftrength conceal'd,
Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall.
Henceforth his might we know, and know our own,
So as not either to provoke, or dread

New war, provok'd; our better part remains
To work, in close design, by fraud or guile,

What force effected not: that he no less

At length from us may find, who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

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There went a fame in Heav'n that he ere long
Intended to create, and therein plant

A generation, whom his choice regard
Should favor equal to the fons of Heaven:
Thither, if but to pry, fhall be perhaps
Our firft eruption, thither or elsewhere:
For this infernal pit shall never hold
Celestial Spi rits in bondage, nor th' abyss
Long under darkness cover. But these thoughts
Full counsel must mature: Peace is despair'd,
For who can think fubmiffion? War then, War,
Open or understood, must be refolv'd.

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He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew Millions of flaming fwords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim; the fudden blaze

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Far

Far round illumin'd Hell: highly they rag'd
Against the high eft, and fierce with grasped arms
Clash'd on their founding fhields the din of war,
Hurling defiance tow ard the vault of Heaven:

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Belch'd fire and rolling smoke; the rest entire
Shone with a gloffy fcurf; undoubted fign
That in his womb was hid metallic ore,
The work of fulphur. Thither, wing'd with speed,
A numerous brigad haften'd: as when bands
Of pioneers, with spade and pickax arm'd,
Forerun the royal camp, to trench a field,
Or cast a rampart. Mammon led them on;
Mammon, the leaft erected Spi rit that fell

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From Heav'n; for e'en in Heav'n his looks and thoughts
Were always downward bent; admiring more
The riches of Heav'n's pavement, trodden gold,
Than ought divine or holy else enjoy'd

In vision beatific: by him first

Men alfo, and by his fuggeftion taught,

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Ranfack'd the center; and,with impious hands,

Rifled the bowels of their mother earth

For treasures better hid. Soon had his crew
Open'd into the hill a fpacious wound,

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That riches grow in Hell; that foil may `best

Deserve the precious bane. And here let those
Who boast in mortal things, and wond'ring tell

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