Weehls her pale course; they on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds. Thus incorporeal spirits to finallest forms Reduc'd their shapes immenfe, and were at large, 790 Though without number still amidst the hall Of that infernal court. But far within, And in their own dimenfions like themselves,
The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim, In close recess and secret conclave fat; A thousand Demi-gods on golden seats, Frequent and full: after short filence then And fummons read, the great confult began,
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous east with richest hand Show'rs on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted fat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence; and from despair. Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires Beyond thus high, infatiate to pursue Vain war with Heav'n, and by success untaught His proud imaginations thus display'd.
Powers and Dominions, Deities of Heav'n! For since no deep within her gulph can hold Immortal vigor, though oppress'd and fall'n, I give not Heav'n for loft. From this defcent
Celestial virtues rising, will appear More glorious and more dread than from no fall, And trust themselves to fear no second fate. Me though just right, and the fix'd laws of Heav'n Did first create your leader, next free choice,
With what befides, in council or in fight,
Hath been achiev'd of merit, yet this loss Thus far at leafst recover'd, hath much more Eftablish'd, in a fafe unenvied throne,
Yielded with full confent. The happier state In Heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw 25
Envy from each inferior; but who here
Will envy whom the highest place expofes Foremost to stand against the Thunderer's aim Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain? Where there is then no good For which to strive, no ftrife can grow up there From faction; for none fure will claim in Hell Precedence; none, whose portion is so small Of present pain, that with ambitious mind Will covet more! With this advantage then To union, and firm faith, and firm accord, More than can be in Heav'n, we now return To claim our just inheritance of old, Surer to prosper than profperity Could have afsfur'd us; and by what best way, Whether of open war or covert guile,
We now debate; who can advise may fpeak. He ceas'd, and next him Moloch, fceptred king, Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in Heav'n, now fiercer by defpair: 45 His trust was with th' Eternal to be deem'd Equal in strength, and rather than be less Car'd not to be at all; with that care loft Went all his fear of God, or Hell, or worse, He reck'd not; and these words thereafter spake: so My fentence is for open war: of wiles, More unexpert, I boast not: them let those Contrive who need, or when they need, not now: For while they fit contriving, shall the reft, Millions that stand in arms, and longing wait The fignal to ascend, fit ling'ring here Heav'n's fugitives, and for their dwelling-place Accept this dark opprobrions den of shame,
![[ocr errors]](http://google.cat/books/content?id=tF4DZeLRJbIC&output=html_text&pg=PA26&img=1&zoom=3&hl=en&q=feems&cds=1&sig=ACfU3U3MWYu68f5G1SV8a23N5NqzMxf16g&edge=0&edge=stretch&ci=578,44,16,13)
![[ocr errors]](http://google.cat/books/content?id=tF4DZeLRJbIC&output=html_text&pg=PA26&img=1&zoom=3&hl=en&q=feems&cds=1&sig=ACfU3U3MWYu68f5G1SV8a23N5NqzMxf16g&edge=0&edge=stretch&ci=859,453,10,12)
The prison of his tyranny who reignsla By our delay? No! let us rather choofe, Arm'd with hell flames and fury, all at once O'er Heav'n's high tow'rs to force refiftless way, Turning our tortures into horrid arms Against the torturer; when to meet the noise Of his Almighty engin he shall hear Infernal thunder, and for lightning fee a Black fire and horrot shot with equal rage Among his Angels; and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean fulphur, and strange fire, His own invented torments. But perhaps The way feems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against a higher foe. Let such bethink them, if the fleepy drench Of that forgetful lake benumb not still, That in our proper motion we afcend Up to our native seat: defcent and fall To us is adverse. Who but felt of late When the fierce foe hung on our broken rear Insulting, and persued us through the deep, With what compulfion and laborious flight We funk thus low? th' afcent is easy then; Th' event is fear'de should we again provoke Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may find To our deftruction: if there be in Hell
![[ocr errors]](http://google.cat/books/content?id=tF4DZeLRJbIC&output=html_text&pg=PA26&img=1&zoom=3&hl=en&q=feems&cds=1&sig=ACfU3U3MWYu68f5G1SV8a23N5NqzMxf16g&edge=0&edge=stretch&ci=849,1018,10,10)
Fear to be worfe destroy'd: what can be worse Than to dwell here, driv'n out from blifs, condemn'd
In this abhorred deep to utter woe; Where pain of inextinguishable fire Must exercise us without hope of end,
The vassals of his anger, when the fcourge 190
Inexorably and the torturing hour, Calls us to penance? More destroy'd than thus We should be quite abonfi'd and expire. What fear then? dowhat doubt we to incenfe
His utmost ired which to the height enrag'd, Will either quite confume us, and reduce
To nothing this essential; happier får he Than miferable to have eternal being wo Or if our substance be indeed divine
And cannot cease to be, we are at worstmod On this fide nothing; and by proof we feel Our power fufficient to disturb his Heav'n, And with perpetual inroads to alarm," Though inaccessible, his fatal throne:
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge bodος He ended frowning, and his look denounc'di
Desperate revenge, and battel dangerous To less than Gods. On the other fide up rofe Belial, in act more graceful and humane:ct aerit. A fairer perfon loft not Heav'n; he feem'd of ferro For dignity compos'd and high exploit:miती But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropt Manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash 1.0 Matureft counsels: for his thoughts were low; 115 To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds-s Timrous and flothful; yet he pleas'd the fear, And with perfuafive accent thus begantar
I should be much for open war, O Peers, As not behind in hate; if what was urg'de 120 Main reason to perfuade vimmediate war,.. Did not diffuade me most, and seem to caft
Ominous conjecture on the whole fuccess: When he who most excels in fact of arms, In what he counsels and im what excels, tas
Mistrustful, grounds his courageroon despair And utter diffolution, as the fcope bus qeeb cila Of all his aim, after fome dire revengedw 16
First, what revenge? the tow'rs of Heav'n are fill'd
With armed watch, that render allaccefst
Impregnable; oft fonashev bordering ideep
Encamp their legionsmottiwith obfcure wing
Scout far and wide into the realm of night, 2025
Scorning surprise. Or could we break our way
![[ocr errors]](http://google.cat/books/content?id=tF4DZeLRJbIC&output=html_text&pg=PA28&img=1&zoom=3&hl=en&q=feems&cds=1&sig=ACfU3U06ts435psZKORuB4BCZQpRRd8uwg&edge=0&edge=stretch&ci=864,717,65,26)
By force, and at our heels all Hell should rife With blackest insurrection, to confound Heav'n's pureft light; yet our great enemy All incorruptible would on his throne Sit unpolluted, and th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain, would foon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat defpair: we must exafperate Th' Almighty Victor to fpend all his rage, And that muit end us, that must be our cure To be no more: fad cure! for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Thofe thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and loft In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? how he can, Is doubtful; that he never will, is fure. Will he, fo wife, let loose at once his ire, Belike through impotence, or unaware, To give his enemies their wish, and end Them in his anger, whom his anger saves To punish endless? Wherefore cease we then? Say they who counsel war, we are decreed, Reserv'd, and destin'd to eternal woe; Whatever doing, what can we fuffer more, What can we fuffer worse? Is this then worst, Thus fitting, thus consulting, thus in arms? What! when we fled amain, pursu'd and struck 165 With Heav'n's afflicting thunder, and befought The deep to shelter us? this Hell then feem'd A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay Chain'd on the burning lake? that sure was worse. What if the breath that kindled those grim fires, 170 Awak'd should blow them into sevenfold rage, And plunge us in the flames? or from above
« PreviousContinue » |