Song: John Milton’s “Paradise Lost Book 6”
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Artist: Mr. Henes
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All night the dreadless Angel unpursu'd
Through Heav'ns wide Champain held his way, till Morn
Wak't by the circling Hours, with rosie hand
Unbarr'd the gates of Light. There is a Cave
Within the Mount of God, fast by his Throne
Where light and darkness in perpetual round
Lodge and dislodge by turns, which makes through Heav'n
Grateful vicissitude, like Day and Night;
Light issues forth, and at the other dore
Obsequious darkness enters, till her houre
To veile the Heav'n, though darkness there might well
Seem twilight here; and now went forth the Morn
Such as in highest Heav'n, arrayd in Gold
Empyreal, from before her vanisht Night
Shot through with orient Beams: when all the Plain
Coverd with thick embatteld Squadrons bright
Chariots and flaming Armes, and fierie Steeds
Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view:
Warr he perceav'd, warr in procinct, and found
Already known what he for news had thought
To have reported: gladly then he mixt
Among those friendly Powers who him receav'd
With joy and acclamations loud, that one
That of so many Myriads fall'n, yet one
Returnd not lost: On to the sacred hill
They led him high applauded, and present
Before the seat supream; from whence a voice
From midst a Golden Cloud thus milde was heard
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
The better fight, who single hast maintaind
Against revolted multitudes the Cause
Of Truth, in word mightier then they in Armes;
And for the testimonie of Truth hast born
Universal reproach, far worse to beare
Then violence: for this was all thy care
To stand approv'd in sight of God, though Worlds
Judg'd thee perverse: the easier conquest now
Remains thee, aided by this host of friends
Back on thy foes more glorious to return
Then scornd thou didst depart, and to subdue
By force, who reason for thir Law refuse
Right reason for thir Law, and for thir King
MESSIAH, who by right of merit Reigns
Goe MICHAEL of Celestial Armies Prince
And thou in Military prowess next
GABRIEL, lead forth to Battel these my Sons
Invincible, lead forth my armed Saints
By Thousands and by Millions rang'd for fight;
Equal in number to that Godless crew
Rebellious, them with Fire and hostile Arms
Fearless assault, and to the brow of Heav'n
Pursuing drive them out from God and bliss
Into thir place of punishment, the Gulf
Of TARTARUS, which ready opens wide
His fiery CHAOS to receave thir fall
So spake the Sovran voice, and Clouds began
To darken all the Hill, and smoak to rowl
In duskie wreathes, reluctant flames, the signe
Of wrauth awak't: nor with less dread the loud
Ethereal Trumpet from on high gan blow:
At which command the Powers Militant
That stood for Heav'n, in mighty Quadrate joyn'd
Of Union irresistible, mov'd on
In silence thir bright Legions, to the sound
Of instrumental Harmonie that breath'd
Heroic Ardor to advent'rous deeds
Under thir God-like Leaders, in the Cause
Of God and his MESSIAH. On they move
Indissolubly firm; nor obvious Hill
Nor streit'ning Vale, nor Wood, nor Stream divides
Thir perfet ranks; for high above the ground
Thir march was, and the passive Air upbore
Thir nimble tread; as when the total kind
Of Birds in orderly array on wing
Came summond over EDEN to receive
Thir names of thee; so over many a tract
Of Heav'n they march'd, and many a Province wide
Tenfold the length of this terrene: at last
Farr in th' Horizon to the North appeer'd
From skirt to skirt a fierie Region, stretcht
In battailous aspect, and neerer view
Bristl'd with upright beams innumerable
Of rigid Spears, and Helmets throng'd, and Shields
Various, with boastful Argument portraid
The banded Powers of SATAN hasting on
With furious expedition; for they weend
That self same day by fight, or by surprize
To win the Mount of God, and on his Throne
To set the envier of his State, the proud
Aspirer, but thir thoughts prov'd fond and vain
In the mid way: though strange to us it seemd
At first, that Angel should with Angel warr
And in fierce hosting meet, who won't to meet
So oft in Festivals of joy and love
Unanimous, as sons of one great Sire
Hymning th' Eternal Father: but the shout
Of Battel now began, and rushing sound
Of onset ended soon each milder thought
High in the midst exalted as a God
Th' Apostat in his Sun-bright Chariot sate
Idol of Majestie Divine, enclos'd
With Flaming Cherubim, and golden Shields;
Then lighted from his gorgeous Throne, for now
'Twixt Host and Host but narrow space was left
A dreadful interval, and Front to Front
Presented stood in terrible array
Of hideous length: before the cloudie Van
On the rough edge of battel ere it joyn'd
SATAN with vast and haughtie strides advanc't
Came towring, armd in Adamant and Gold;
ABDIEL that sight endur'd not, where he stood
Among the mightiest, bent on highest deeds
And thus his own undaunted heart explores:
[ I ]
O Heav'n! that such resemblance of the Highest
Should yet remain, where faith and realtie (115)
Remain not; wherfore should not strength & might
There fail where Vertue fails, or weakest prove
Where boldest; though to sight unconquerable?
His puissance, trusting in th' Almightie's aide
I mean to try, whose Reason I have tri'd (120)
Unsound and false; nor is it aught but just
That he who in debate of Truth hath won
Should win in Arms, in both disputes alike
Victor; though brutish that contest and foule
When Reason hath to deal with force, yet so (125)
Most reason is that Reason overcome.
So pondering, and from his armed Peers
Forth stepping opposite, half way he met
His daring foe, at this prevention more
Incens't, and thus securely him defi'd. (130)
Proud, art thou met? thy hope was to have reacht
The highth of thy aspiring unoppos'd
The Throne of God unguarded, and his side
Abandond at the terror of thy Power
Or potent tongue; fool, not to think how vain (135)
Against th' Omnipotent to rise in Arms;
Who out of smallest things could without end
Have rais'd incessant Armies to defeat
Thy folly; or with solitarie hand
Reaching beyond all limit, at one blow (140)
Unaided could have finisht thee, and whelmd
Thy Legions under darkness; but thou seest
All are not of thy Train; there be who Faith
Prefer, and Pietie to God, though then
To thee not visible, when I alone (145)
Seemd in thy World erroneous to dissent
From all: my Sect thou seest, now learn too late
How few somtimes may know, when thousands err
Whom the grand foe with scornful eye askance
Thus answerd. Ill for thee, but in wisht houre (150)
Of my revenge, first sought for thou returnst
From flight, seditious Angel, to receave
Thy merited reward, the first assay
Of this right hand provok't, since first that tongue
Inspir'd with contradiction durst oppose (155)
A third part of the Gods, in Synod met
Thir Deities to assert, who while they feel
Vigour Divine within them, can allow
Omnipotence to none. But well thou comst
Before thy fellows, ambitious to win (160)
From me som Plume, that thy success may show
Destruction to the rest: this pause between
(Unanswerd least thou boast) to let thee know;
At first I thought that Libertie and Heav'n
To heav'nly Soules had bin all one; but now (165)
I see that most through sloth had rather serve
Ministring Spirits, traind up in Feast and Song;
Such hast thou arm'd, the Minstrelsie of Heav'n
Servilitie with freedom to contend
As both thir deeds compar'd this day shall prove (170)
To whom in brief thus ABDIEL stern repli'd:
Apostat, still thou errst, nor end wilt find
Of erring, from the path of truth remote:
Unjustly thou deprav'st it with the name
Of SERVITUDE to serve whom God ordains (175)
Or Nature; God and Nature bid the same
When he who rules is worthiest, and excells
Them whom he governs. This is servitude
To serve th' unwise, or him who hath rebelld
Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee (180)
Thy self not free, but to thy self enthrall'd;
Yet leudly dar'st our ministring upbraid
Reign thou in Hell thy Kingdom, let mee serve
In Heav'n God ever blessed, and his Divine
Behests obey, worthiest to be obey'd (185)
Yet Chains in Hell, not Realms expect: mean while
From mee returnd, as erst thou saidst, from flight
This greeting on thy impious Crest receive
So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high
Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell (190)
On the proud Crest of SATAN, that no sight
Nor motion of swift thought, less could his Shield
Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge
He back recoild; the tenth on bended knee
His massie Spear upstaid; as if on Earth (195)
Winds under ground or waters forcing way
Sidelong, had push't a Mountain from his seat
Half sunk with all his Pines. Amazement seis'd
The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see
Thus foil'd thir mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout (200)
Presage of Victorie and fierce desire
Of Battel: whereat MICHAEL bid sound
[ END ]
Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n
It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
HOSANNA to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn'd
The horrid shock: now storming furie rose
And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now
Was never, Arms on Armour clashing bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles
Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew
And flying vaulted either Host with fire
Sounder fierie Cope together rush'd
Both Battels maine, with ruinous assault
And inextinguishable rage; all Heav'n
Resounded, and had Earth bin then, all Earth
Had to her Center shook. What wonder? when
Millions of fierce encountring Angels fought
On either side, the least of whom could weild
These Elements, and arm him with the force
Of all thir Regions: how much more of Power
Armie against Armie numberless to raise
Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb
Though not destroy, thir happie Native seat;
Had not th' Eternal King Omnipotent
From his strong hold of Heav'n high over-rul'd
And limited thir might; though numberd such
As each divided Legion might have seemd
A numerous Host, in strength each armed hand
A Legion; led in fight, yet Leader seemd
Each Warriour single as in Chief, expert
When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway
Of Battel, open when, and when to close
The ridges of grim Warr; no thought of flight
None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
That argu'd fear; each on himself reli'd
As onely in his arm the moment lay
Of victorie; deeds of eternal fame
Were don, but infinite: for wide was spred
That Warr and various; somtimes on firm ground
A standing fight, then soaring on main wing
Tormented all the Air; all Air seemd then
Conflicting Fire: long time in eeven scale
The Battel hung; till SATAN, who that day
Prodigious power had shewn, and met in Armes
No equal, raunging through the dire attack
Of fighting Seraphim confus'd, at length
Saw where the Sword of MICHAEL smote, and fell'd
Squadrons at once, with huge two-handed sway
Brandisht aloft the horrid edge came down
Wide wasting; such destruction to withstand
He hasted, and oppos'd the rockie Orb
Of tenfold Adamant, his ample Shield
A vast circumference: At his approach
The great Arch-Angel from his warlike toile
Surceas'd, and glad as hoping here to end
Intestine War in Heav'n, the arch foe subdu'd
Or Captive drag'd in Chains, with hostile frown
And visage all enflam'd first thus began
[ II ]
Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt
Unnam'd in Heav'n, now plenteous, as thou seest
These Acts of hateful strife, hateful to all
Though heaviest by just measure on thy self (265)
And thy adherents: how hast thou disturb'd
Heav'ns blessed peace, and into Nature brought
Miserie, uncreated till the crime
Of thy Rebellion? how hast thou instill'd
Thy malice into thousands, once upright (270)
And faithful, now prov'd false. But think not here
To trouble Holy Rest; Heav'n casts thee out
From all her Confines. Heav'n the seat of bliss
Brooks not the works of violence and Warr
Hence then, and evil go with thee along (275)
Thy ofspring, to the place of evil, Hell
Thou and thy wicked crew; there mingle broiles
Ere this avenging Sword begin thy doome
Or som more sudden vengeance wing'd from God
Precipitate thee with augmented paine (280)
So spake the Prince of Angels; to whom thus
The Adversarie. Nor think thou with wind
Of airie threats to aw whom yet with deeds
Thou canst not. Hast thou turnd the least of these
To flight, or if to fall, but that they rise (285)
Unvanquisht, easier to transact with mee
That thou shouldst hope, imperious, & with threats
To chase me hence? erre not that so shall end
The strife which thou call'st evil, but wee style
The strife of Glorie: which we mean to win (290)
Or turn this Heav'n it self into the Hell
Thou fablest, here however to dwell free
If not to reign: mean while thy utmost force
And join him nam'd ALMIGHTIE to thy aid
I flie not, but have sought thee farr and nigh (295)
They ended parle, and both addrest 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 (300)
Of Godlike Power: for likest Gods they seemd
Stood they or mov'd, in stature, motion, arms
Fit to decide the Empire of great Heav'n
Now wav'd thir fierie Swords, and in the Aire
Made horrid Circles; two broad Suns thir Shields (305)
Blaz'd opposite, while expectation stood
In horror; from each hand with speed retir'd
Where erst was thickest fight, th' Angelic throng
And left large field, unsafe within the wind
Of such commotion, such as to set forth (310)
Great things by small, If Natures concord broke
Among the Constellations warr were sprung
Two Planets rushing from aspect maligne
Of fiercest opposition in mid Skie
Should combat, and thir jarring Sphears confound (315)
Together both with next to Almightie Arme
Uplifted imminent one stroke they aim'd
That might determine, and not need repeate
As not of power, at once; nor odds appeerd
In might or swift prevention; but the sword (320)
Of MICHAEL from the Armorie of God
Was giv'n him temperd 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 sheere, nor staid (325)
But with swift wheele reverse, deep entring shar'd
All his right side; then SATAN first knew pain
And writh'd him to and fro convolv'd; so sore
The griding sword with discontinuous wound
Pass'd through him, but th' Ethereal substance clos'd (330)
Not long divisible, and from the gash
A stream of Nectarous humor issuing flow'd
Sanguin, such as Celestial Spirits may bleed
And all his Armour staind ere while so bright
Forthwith on all sides to his aide was run (335)
By Angels many and strong, who interpos'd
Defence, while others bore him on thir Shields
Back to his Chariot; where it stood retir'd
From off the files of warr; there they him laid
Gnashing for anguish and despite and shame (340)
To find himself not matchless, and his pride
Humbl'd by such rebuke, so farr beneath
His confidence to equal God in power
Yet soon he heal'd; for Spirits that live throughout
Vital in every part, not as frail man (345)
In Entrailes, Heart or Head, Liver or Reines
Cannot but by annihilating die;
Nor in thir liquid texture mortal wound
Receive, no more then can the fluid Aire:
All Heart they live, all Head, all Eye, all Eare (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
[ END ]
Mean while in other parts like deeds deservd
Memorial, where the might of GABRIEL fought
And with fierce Ensignes pierc'd the deep array
Of MOLOC furious King, who him defi'd
And at his Chariot wheeles to drag him bound
Threatn'd, nor from the Holie One of Heav'n
Refrein'd his tongue blasphemous; but anon
Down clov'n to the waste, with shatterd Armes
And uncouth paine fled bellowing. On each wing
URIEL and RAPHAEL his vaunting foe
Though huge, and in a Rock of Diamond Armd
Vanquish'd ADRAMELEC, and ASMADAI
Two potent Thrones, that to be less then Gods
Disdain'd, but meaner thoughts learnd in thir flight
Mangl'd with gastly wounds through Plate and Maile
Nor stood unmindful ABDIEL to annoy
The Atheist crew, but with redoubl'd blow
ARIEL and ARIOC, and the violence
Of RAMIEL scorcht and blasted overthrew
I might relate of thousands, and thir names
Eternize here on Earth; but those elect
Angels contented with thir fame in Heav'n
Seek not the praise of men: the other sort
In might though wondrous and in Acts of Warr
Nor of Renown less eager, yet by doome
Canceld from Heav'n and sacred memorie
Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell
For strength from Truth divided and from Just
Illaudable, naught merits but dispraise
And ignominie, yet to glorie aspires
Vain glorious, and through infamie seeks fame:
Therfore Eternal silence be thir doome
And now thir mightiest quelld, the battel swerv'd
With many an inrode gor'd; deformed rout
Enter'd, and foul disorder; all the ground
With shiverd armour strow'n, and on a heap
Chariot and Charioter lay overturnd
And fierie foaming Steeds; what stood, recoyld
Orewearied, through the faint Satanic Host
Defensive scarse, or with pale fear surpris'd
Then first with fear surpris'd and sense of paine
Fled ignominious, to such evil brought
By sinne of disobedience, till that hour
Not liable to fear or flight or paine
Far otherwise th' inviolable Saints
In Cubic Phalanx firm advanc't entire
Invulnerable, impenitrably arm'd:
Such high advantages thir innocence
Gave them above thir foes, not to have sinnd
Not to have disobei'd; in fight they stood
Unwearied, unobnoxious to be pain'd
By wound, though from thir place by violence mov'd
Now Night her course began, and over Heav'n
Inducing darkness, grateful truce impos'd
And silence on the odious dinn of Warr:
Under her Cloudie covert both retir'd
Victor and Vanquisht: on the foughten field
MICHAEL and his Angels prevalent
Encamping, plac'd in Guard thir Watches round
Cherubic waving fires: on th' other part
SATAN with his rebellious disappeerd
Far in the dark dislodg'd, and void of rest
His Potentates to Councel call'd by night;
And in the midst thus undismai'd began
O now in danger tri'd, now known in Armes
Not to be overpowerd, Companions deare
Found worthy not of Libertie alone
Too mean pretense, but what we more affect
Honour, Dominion, Glorie, and renowne
Who have sustaind one day in doubtful fight
(And if one day, why not Eternal dayes?)
What Heavens Lord had powerfullest to send
Against us from about his Throne, and judg'd
Sufficient to subdue us to his will
But proves not so: then fallible, it seems
Of future we may deem him, though till now
Omniscient thought. True is, less firmly arm'd
Some disadvantage we endur'd and paine
Till now not known, but known as soon contemnd
Since now we find this our Empyreal forme
Incapable of mortal injurie
Imperishable, and though peirc'd with wound
Soon closing, and by native vigour heal'd
Of evil then so small as easie think
The remedie; perhaps more valid Armes
Weapons more violent, when next we meet
May serve to better us, and worse our foes
Or equal what between us made the odds
In Nature none: if other hidden cause
Left them Superiour, while we can preserve
Unhurt our mindes, and understanding sound
Due search and consultation will disclose
He sat; and in th' assembly next upstood
NISROC, of Principalities the prime;
As one he stood escap't from cruel fight
Sore toild, his riv'n Armes to havoc hewn
And cloudie in aspect thus answering spake
Deliverer from new Lords, leader to free
Enjoyment of our right as Gods; yet hard
For Gods, and too unequal work we find
Against unequal armes to fight in paine
Against unpaind, impassive; from which evil
Ruin must needs ensue; for what availes
Valour or strength, though matchless, quelld with pain
Which all subdues, and makes remiss the hands
Of Mightiest. Sense of pleasure we may well
Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine
But live content, which is the calmest life:
But pain is perfet miserie, the worst
Of evils, and excessive, overturnes
All patience. He who therefore can invent
With what more forcible we may offend
Our yet unwounded Enemies, or arme
Our selves with like defence, to mee deserves
No less then for deliverance what we owe
Whereto with look compos'd SATAN repli'd
Not uninvented that, which thou aright
Beleivst so main to our success, I bring;
Which of us who beholds the bright surface
Of this Ethereous mould whereon we stand
This continent of spacious Heav'n, adornd
With Plant, Fruit, Flour Ambrosial, Gemms & Gold
Whose Eye so superficially surveyes
These things, as not to mind from whence they grow
Deep under ground, materials dark and crude
Of spiritous and fierie spume, till toucht
With Heav'ns ray, and temperd they shoot forth
So beauteous, op'ning to the ambient light
These in thir dark Nativitie the Deep
Shall yeild us, pregnant with infernal flame
Which into hallow Engins long and round
Thick-rammd, at th' other bore with touch of fire
Dilated and infuriate shall send forth
From far with thundring noise among our foes
Such implements of mischief as shall dash
To pieces, and orewhelm whatever stands
Adverse, that they shall fear we have disarmd
The Thunderer of his only dreaded bolt
Nor long shall be our labour, yet ere dawne
Effect shall end our wish. Mean while revive;
Abandon fear; to strength and counsel joind
Think nothing hard, much less to be despaird
He ended, and his words thir drooping chere
Enlightn'd, and thir languisht hope reviv'd
Th' invention all admir'd, and each, how hee
To be th' inventer miss'd, so easie it seemd
Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought
Impossible: yet haply of thy Race
In future dayes, if Malice should abound
Some one intent on mischief, or inspir'd
With dev'lish machination might devise
Like instrument to plague the Sons of men
For sin, on warr and mutual slaughter bent
Forthwith from Councel to the work they flew
None arguing stood, innumerable hands
Were ready, in a moment up they turnd
Wide the Celestial soile, and saw beneath
Th' originals of Nature in thir crude
Conception; Sulphurous and Nitrous Foame
They found, they mingl'd, and with suttle Art
Concocted and adusted they reduc'd
To blackest grain, and into store conveyd:
Part hidd'n veins diggd up (nor hath this Earth
Entrails unlike) of Mineral and Stone
Whereof to found thir Engins and thir Balls
Of missive ruin; part incentive reed
Provide, pernicious with one touch to fire
So all ere day spring, under conscious Night
Secret they finish'd, and in order set
With silent circumspection unespi'd
Now when fair Morn Orient in Heav'n appeerd
Up rose the Victor Angels, and to Arms
The matin Trumpet Sung: in Arms they stood
Of Golden Panoplie, refulgent Host
Soon banded; others from the dawning Hills
Lookd round, and Scouts each Coast light-armed scoure
Each quarter, to descrie the distant foe
Where lodg'd, or whither fled, or if for fight
In motion or in alt: him soon they met
Under spred Ensignes moving nigh, in slow
But firm Battalion; back with speediest Sail
ZEPHIEL, of Cherubim the swiftest wing
Came flying, and in mid Aire aloud thus cri'd
Arme, Warriours, Arme for fight, the foe at hand
Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit
This day, fear not his flight; so thick a Cloud
He comes, and settl'd in his face I see
Sad resolution and secure: let each
His Adamantine coat gird well, and each
Fit well his Helme, gripe fast his orbed Shield
Born eevn or high, for this day will pour down
If I conjecture aught, no drizling showr
But ratling storm of Arrows barbd with fire
So warnd he them aware themselves, and soon
In order, quit of all impediment;
Instant without disturb they took Allarm
And onward move Embattelld; when behold
Not distant far with heavie pace the Foe
Approaching gross and huge; in hollow Cube
Training his devilish Enginrie, impal'd
On every side with shaddowing Squadrons Deep
To hide the fraud. At interview both stood
A while, but suddenly at head appeerd
SATAN: And thus was heard Commanding loud
Vangard, to Right and Left the Front unfould;
That all may see who hate us, how we seek
Peace and composure, and with open brest
Stand readie to receive them, if they like
Our overture, and turn not back perverse;
But that I doubt, however witness Heaven
Heav'n witness thou anon, while we discharge
Freely our part: yee who appointed stand
Do as you have in charge, and briefly touch
What we propound, and loud that all may hear
So scoffing in ambiguous words, he scarce
Had ended; when to Right and Left the Front
Divided, and to either Flank retir'd
Which to our eyes discoverd new and strange
A triple-mounted row of Pillars laid
On Wheels (for like to Pillars most they seem'd
Or hollow'd bodies made of Oak or Firr
With branches lopt, in Wood or Mountain fell'd)
Brass, Iron, Stonie mould, had not thir mouthes
With hideous orifice gap't on us wide
Portending hollow truce; at each behind
A Seraph stood, and in his hand a Reed
Stood waving tipt with fire; while we suspense
Collected stood within our thoughts amus'd
Not long, for sudden all at once thir Reeds
Put forth, and to a narrow vent appli'd
With nicest touch. Immediate in a flame
But soon obscur'd with smoak, all Heav'n appeerd
From those deep-throated Engins belcht, whose roar
Emboweld with outragious noise the Air
And all her entrails tore, disgorging foule
Thir devillish glut, chaind Thunderbolts and Hail
Of Iron Globes, which on the Victor Host
Level'd, with such impetuous furie smote
That whom they hit, none on thir feet might stand
Though standing else as Rocks, but down they fell
By thousands, Angel on Arch-Angel rowl'd;
The sooner for thir Arms, unarm'd they might
Have easily as Spirits evaded swift
By quick contraction or remove; but now
Foule dissipation follow'd and forc't rout;
Nor serv'd it to relax thir serried files
What should they do? if on they rusht, repulse
Repeated, and indecent overthrow
Doubl'd, would render them yet more despis'd
And to thir foes a laughter; for in view
Stood rankt of Seraphim another row
In posture to displode thir second tire
Of Thunder: back defeated to return
They worse abhorr'd. SATAN beheld thir plight
And to his Mates thus in derision call'd
O Friends, why come not on these Victors proud?
Ere while they fierce were coming, and when wee
To entertain them fair with open Front
And Brest, (what could we more?) propounded terms
Of composition, strait they chang'd thir minds
Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell
As they would dance, yet for a dance they seemd
Somwhat extravagant and wilde, perhaps
For joy of offerd peace: but I suppose
If our proposals once again were heard
We should compel them to a quick result
To whom thus BELIAL in like gamesom mood
Leader, the terms we sent were terms of weight
Of hard contents, and full of force urg'd home
Such as we might perceive amus'd them all
And stumbl'd many, who receives them right
Had need from head to foot well understand;
Not understood, this gift they have besides
They shew us when our foes walk not upright
So they among themselves in pleasant veine
Stood scoffing, highthn'd in thir thoughts beyond
All doubt of Victorie, eternal might
To match with thir inventions they presum'd
So easie, and of his Thunder made a scorn
And all his Host derided, while they stood
A while in trouble; but they stood not long
Rage prompted them at length, & found them arms
Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose
Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power
Which God hath in his mighty Angels plac'd)
Thir Arms away they threw, and to the Hills
(For Earth hath this variety from Heav'n
Of pleasure situate in Hill and Dale)
Light as the Lightning glimps they ran, they flew
From thir foundations loosning to and fro
They pluckt the seated Hills with all thir load
Rocks, Waters, Woods, and by the shaggie tops
Up lifting bore them in thir hands: Amaze
Be sure, and terrour seis'd the rebel Host
When coming towards them so dread they saw
The bottom of the Mountains upward turn'd
Till on those cursed Engins triple-row
They saw them whelmd, and all thir confidence
Under the weight of Mountains buried deep
Themselves invaded next, and on thir heads
Main Promontories flung, which in the Air
Came shadowing, and opprest whole Legions arm'd
Thir armor help'd thir harm, crush't in and brus'd
Into thir substance pent, which wrought them pain
Implacable, and many a dolorous groan
Long strugling underneath, ere they could wind
Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light
Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown
The rest in imitation to like Armes
Betook them, and the neighbouring Hills uptore;
So Hills amid the Air encounterd Hills
Hurl'd to and fro with jaculation dire
That under ground they fought in dismal shade;
Infernal noise; Warr seem'd a civil Game
To this uproar; horrid confusion heapt
[ III ]
Upon confusion rose: and now all Heav'n
Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspred (670)
Had not th' Almightie Father where he sits
Shrin'd in his Sanctuarie of Heav'n secure
Consulting on the sum of things, foreseen
This tumult, and permitted all, advis'd:
That his great purpose he might so fulfill (675)
To honour his Anointed Son aveng'd
Upon his enemies, and to declare
All power on him transferr'd: whence to his Son
Th' Assessor of his Throne he thus began:
Effulgence of my Glorie, Son belov'd (680)
Son in whose face invisible is beheld
Visibly, what by Deitie I am
And in whose hand what by Decree I doe
Second Omnipotence, two dayes are past
Two dayes, as we compute the dayes of Heav'n (685)
Since MICHAEL and his Powers went forth to tame
These disobedient; sore hath been thir fight
As likeliest was, when two such Foes met arm'd;
For to themselves I left them, and thou knowst
Equal in their Creation they were form'd (690)
Save what sin hath impaird, which yet hath wrought
Insensibly, for I suspend thir doom;
Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last
Endless, and no solution will be found:
Warr wearied hath perform'd what Warr can do (695)
And to disorder'd rage let loose the reines
With Mountains as with Weapons arm'd, which makes
Wild work in Heav'n, and dangerous to the maine
Two dayes are therefore past, the third is thine;
For thee I have ordain'd it, and thus farr (700)
Have sufferd, that the Glorie may be thine
Of ending this great Warr, since none but Thou
Can end it. Into thee such Vertue and Grace
Immense I have transfus'd, that all may know
In Heav'n and Hell thy Power above compare (705)
And this perverse Commotion governd thus
To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir
Of all things, to be Heir and to be King
By Sacred Unction, thy deserved right
Go then thou Mightiest in thy Fathers might (710)
Ascend my Chariot, guide the rapid Wheeles
That shake Heav'ns basis, bring forth all my Warr
My Bow and Thunder, my Almightie Arms
Gird on, and Sword upon thy puissant Thigh;
Pursue these sons of Darkness, drive them out (715)
From all Heav'ns bounds into the utter Deep:
There let them learn, as likes them, to despise
God and MESSIAH his anointed King
[ END ]
He said, and on his Son with Rayes direct
Shon full, he all his Father full exprest
Ineffably into his face receiv'd
And thus the filial Godhead answering spake
O Father, O Supream of heav'nly Thrones
First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou alwayes seekst
To glorifie thy Son, I alwayes thee
As is most just; this I my Glorie account
My exaltation, and my whole delight
That thou in me well pleas'd, declarst thy will
Fulfill'd, which to fulfil is all my bliss
Scepter and Power, thy giving, I assume
And gladlier shall resign, when in the end
Thou shalt be All in All, and I in thee
For ever, and in mee all whom thou lov'st:
But whom thou hat'st, I hate, and can put on
Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on
Image of thee in all things; and shall soon
Armd with thy might, rid heav'n of these rebell'd
To thir prepar'd ill Mansion driven down
To chains of Darkness, and th' undying Worm
That from thy just obedience could revolt
Whom to obey is happiness entire
Then shall thy Saints unmixt, and from th' impure
Farr separate, circling thy holy Mount
Unfained HALLELUIAHS to thee sing
Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief
So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, rose
From the right hand of Glorie where he sate
And the third sacred Morn began to shine
Dawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
The Chariot of Paternal Deitie
Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn
It self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
Had wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies all
And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels
Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
Over thir heads a chrystal Firmament
Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch
Hee in Celestial Panoplie all armd
Of radiant URIM, work divinely wrought
Ascended, at his right hand Victorie
Sate Eagle-wing'd, beside him hung his Bow
And Quiver with three-bolted Thunder stor'd
And from about him fierce Effusion rowld
Of smoak and bickering flame, and sparkles dire;
Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints
He onward came, farr off his coming shon
And twentie thousand (I thir number heard)
Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen:
Hee on the wings of Cherub rode sublime
On the Crystallin Skie, in Saphir Thron'd
Illustrious farr and wide, but by his own
First seen, them unexpected joy surpriz'd
When the great Ensign of MESSIAH blaz'd
Aloft by Angels born, his Sign in Heav'n:
Under whose Conduct MICHAEL soon reduc'd
His Armie, circumfus'd on either Wing
Under thir Head imbodied all in one
Before him Power Divine his way prepar'd;
At his command the uprooted Hills retir'd
Each to his place, they heard his voice and went
Obsequious, Heav'n his wonted face renewd
And with fresh Flourets Hill and Valley smil'd
This saw his hapless Foes, but stood obdur'd
And to rebellious fight rallied thir Powers
Insensate, hope conceiving from despair
In heav'nly Spirits could such perverseness dwell?
But to convince the proud what Signs availe
Or Wonders move th' obdurate to relent?
They hard'nd more by what might most reclame
Grieving to see his Glorie, at the sight
Took envie, and aspiring to his highth
Stood reimbattell'd fierce, by force or fraud
Weening to prosper, and at length prevaile
Against God and MESSIAH, or to fall
In universal ruin last, and now
To final Battel drew, disdaining flight
Or faint retreat; when the great Son of God
To all his Host on either hand thus spake
[ IV ]
Stand still in bright array ye Saints, here stand
Ye Angels arm'd, this day from Battel rest;
Faithful hath been your Warfare, and of God
Accepted, fearless in his righteous Cause
And as ye have receivd, so have ye don (805)
Invincibly; but of this cursed crew
The punishment to other hand belongs
Vengeance is his, or whose he sole appoints;
Number to this dayes work is not ordain'd
Nor multitude, stand onely and behold (810)
Gods indignation on these Godless pourd
By mee; not you but mee they have despis'd
Yet envied; against mee is all thir rage
Because the Father, t' whom in Heav'n supream
Kingdom and Power and Glorie appertains (815)
Hath honourd me according to his will
Therefore to mee thir doom he hath assig'n'd;
That they may have thir wish, to trie with mee
In Battel which the stronger proves, they all
Or I alone against them, since by strength (820)
They measure all, of other excellence
Not emulous, nor care who them excells;
Nor other strife with them do I voutsafe
So spake the Son, and into terrour chang'd
His count'nance too severe to be beheld (825)
And full of wrauth bent on his Enemies
At once the Four spred out thir Starrie wings
With dreadful shade contiguous, and the Orbes
Of his fierce Chariot rowld, as with the sound
Of torrent Floods, or of a numerous Host (830)
Hee on his impious Foes right onward drove
Gloomie as Night; under his burning Wheeles
The stedfast Empyrean shook throughout
All but the Throne it self of God. Full soon
Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand (835)
Grasping ten thousand Thunders, which he sent
Before him, such as in thir Soules infix'd
Plagues; they astonisht all resistance lost
All courage; down thir idle weapons drop'd;
O're Shields and Helmes, and helmed heads he rode (840)
Of Thrones and mighty Seraphim prostrate
That wish'd the Mountains now might be again
Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire
Nor less on either side tempestuous fell
His arrows, from the fourfold-visag'd Foure (845)
Distinct with eyes, and from the living Wheels
Distinct alike with multitude of eyes
One Spirit in them rul'd, and every eye
Glar'd lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire
Among th' accurst, that witherd all thir strength (850)
And of thir wonted vigour left them draind
Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall'n
Yet half his strength he put not forth, but check'd
His Thunder in mid Volie, for he meant
Not to destroy, but root them out of Heav'n: (855)
The overthrown he rais'd, and as a Heard
Of Goats or timerous flock together throngd
Drove them before him Thunder-struck, pursu'd
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And Chrystall wall of Heav'n, which op'ning wide (860)
Rowld inward, and a spacious Gap disclos'd
Into the wastful Deep; the monstrous sight
Strook them with horror backward, but far worse
Urg'd them behind; headlong themselvs they threw
Down from the verge of Heav'n, Eternal wrauth (865)
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit
[ END ]
Hell heard th' unsufferable noise, Hell saw
Heav'n ruining from Heav'n and would have fled
Affrighted; but strict Fate had cast too deep
Her dark foundations, and too fast had bound
Nine dayes they fell; confounded CHAOS roard
And felt tenfold confusion in thir fall
Through his wilde Anarchie, so huge a rout
Incumberd him with ruin: Hell at last
Yawning receavd them whole, and on them clos'd
Hell thir fit habitation fraught with fire
Unquenchable, the house of woe and paine
Disburd'nd Heav'n rejoic'd, and soon repaird
Her mural breach, returning whence it rowld
Sole Victor from th' expulsion of his Foes
MESSIAH his triumphal Chariot turnd:
To meet him all his Saints, who silent stood
Eye witnesses of his Almightie Acts
With Jubilie advanc'd; and as they went
Shaded with branching Palme, each order bright
Sung Triumph, and him sung Victorious King
Son, Heire, and Lord, to him Dominion giv'n
Worthiest to Reign: he celebrated rode
Triumphant through mid Heav'n, into the Courts
And Temple of his mightie Father Thron'd
On high; who into Glorie him receav'd
Where now he sits at the right hand of bliss
Thus measuring things in Heav'n by things on Earth
At thy request, and that thou maist beware
By what is past, to thee I have reveal'd
What might have else to human Race bin hid;
The discord which befel, and Warr in Heav'n
Among th' Angelic Powers, and the deep fall
Of those too high aspiring, who rebelld
With SATAN, hee who envies now thy state
Who now is plotting how he may seduce
Thee also from obedience, that with him
Bereavd of happiness thou maist partake
His punishment, Eternal miserie;
Which would be all his solace and revenge
As a despite don against the most High
Thee once to gaine Companion of his woe
But list'n not to his Temptations, warne
Thy weaker; let it profit thee to have heard
By terrible Example the reward
Of disobedience; firm they might have stood
Yet fell; remember, and fear to transgress
Through Heav'ns wide Champain held his way, till Morn
Wak't by the circling Hours, with rosie hand
Unbarr'd the gates of Light. There is a Cave
Within the Mount of God, fast by his Throne
Where light and darkness in perpetual round
Lodge and dislodge by turns, which makes through Heav'n
Grateful vicissitude, like Day and Night;
Light issues forth, and at the other dore
Obsequious darkness enters, till her houre
To veile the Heav'n, though darkness there might well
Seem twilight here; and now went forth the Morn
Such as in highest Heav'n, arrayd in Gold
Empyreal, from before her vanisht Night
Shot through with orient Beams: when all the Plain
Coverd with thick embatteld Squadrons bright
Chariots and flaming Armes, and fierie Steeds
Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view:
Warr he perceav'd, warr in procinct, and found
Already known what he for news had thought
To have reported: gladly then he mixt
Among those friendly Powers who him receav'd
With joy and acclamations loud, that one
That of so many Myriads fall'n, yet one
Returnd not lost: On to the sacred hill
They led him high applauded, and present
Before the seat supream; from whence a voice
From midst a Golden Cloud thus milde was heard
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
The better fight, who single hast maintaind
Against revolted multitudes the Cause
Of Truth, in word mightier then they in Armes;
And for the testimonie of Truth hast born
Universal reproach, far worse to beare
Then violence: for this was all thy care
To stand approv'd in sight of God, though Worlds
Judg'd thee perverse: the easier conquest now
Remains thee, aided by this host of friends
Back on thy foes more glorious to return
Then scornd thou didst depart, and to subdue
By force, who reason for thir Law refuse
Right reason for thir Law, and for thir King
MESSIAH, who by right of merit Reigns
Goe MICHAEL of Celestial Armies Prince
And thou in Military prowess next
GABRIEL, lead forth to Battel these my Sons
Invincible, lead forth my armed Saints
By Thousands and by Millions rang'd for fight;
Equal in number to that Godless crew
Rebellious, them with Fire and hostile Arms
Fearless assault, and to the brow of Heav'n
Pursuing drive them out from God and bliss
Into thir place of punishment, the Gulf
Of TARTARUS, which ready opens wide
His fiery CHAOS to receave thir fall
So spake the Sovran voice, and Clouds began
To darken all the Hill, and smoak to rowl
In duskie wreathes, reluctant flames, the signe
Of wrauth awak't: nor with less dread the loud
Ethereal Trumpet from on high gan blow:
At which command the Powers Militant
That stood for Heav'n, in mighty Quadrate joyn'd
Of Union irresistible, mov'd on
In silence thir bright Legions, to the sound
Of instrumental Harmonie that breath'd
Heroic Ardor to advent'rous deeds
Under thir God-like Leaders, in the Cause
Of God and his MESSIAH. On they move
Indissolubly firm; nor obvious Hill
Nor streit'ning Vale, nor Wood, nor Stream divides
Thir perfet ranks; for high above the ground
Thir march was, and the passive Air upbore
Thir nimble tread; as when the total kind
Of Birds in orderly array on wing
Came summond over EDEN to receive
Thir names of thee; so over many a tract
Of Heav'n they march'd, and many a Province wide
Tenfold the length of this terrene: at last
Farr in th' Horizon to the North appeer'd
From skirt to skirt a fierie Region, stretcht
In battailous aspect, and neerer view
Bristl'd with upright beams innumerable
Of rigid Spears, and Helmets throng'd, and Shields
Various, with boastful Argument portraid
The banded Powers of SATAN hasting on
With furious expedition; for they weend
That self same day by fight, or by surprize
To win the Mount of God, and on his Throne
To set the envier of his State, the proud
Aspirer, but thir thoughts prov'd fond and vain
In the mid way: though strange to us it seemd
At first, that Angel should with Angel warr
And in fierce hosting meet, who won't to meet
So oft in Festivals of joy and love
Unanimous, as sons of one great Sire
Hymning th' Eternal Father: but the shout
Of Battel now began, and rushing sound
Of onset ended soon each milder thought
High in the midst exalted as a God
Th' Apostat in his Sun-bright Chariot sate
Idol of Majestie Divine, enclos'd
With Flaming Cherubim, and golden Shields;
Then lighted from his gorgeous Throne, for now
'Twixt Host and Host but narrow space was left
A dreadful interval, and Front to Front
Presented stood in terrible array
Of hideous length: before the cloudie Van
On the rough edge of battel ere it joyn'd
SATAN with vast and haughtie strides advanc't
Came towring, armd in Adamant and Gold;
ABDIEL that sight endur'd not, where he stood
Among the mightiest, bent on highest deeds
And thus his own undaunted heart explores:
[ I ]
O Heav'n! that such resemblance of the Highest
Should yet remain, where faith and realtie (115)
Remain not; wherfore should not strength & might
There fail where Vertue fails, or weakest prove
Where boldest; though to sight unconquerable?
His puissance, trusting in th' Almightie's aide
I mean to try, whose Reason I have tri'd (120)
Unsound and false; nor is it aught but just
That he who in debate of Truth hath won
Should win in Arms, in both disputes alike
Victor; though brutish that contest and foule
When Reason hath to deal with force, yet so (125)
Most reason is that Reason overcome.
So pondering, and from his armed Peers
Forth stepping opposite, half way he met
His daring foe, at this prevention more
Incens't, and thus securely him defi'd. (130)
Proud, art thou met? thy hope was to have reacht
The highth of thy aspiring unoppos'd
The Throne of God unguarded, and his side
Abandond at the terror of thy Power
Or potent tongue; fool, not to think how vain (135)
Against th' Omnipotent to rise in Arms;
Who out of smallest things could without end
Have rais'd incessant Armies to defeat
Thy folly; or with solitarie hand
Reaching beyond all limit, at one blow (140)
Unaided could have finisht thee, and whelmd
Thy Legions under darkness; but thou seest
All are not of thy Train; there be who Faith
Prefer, and Pietie to God, though then
To thee not visible, when I alone (145)
Seemd in thy World erroneous to dissent
From all: my Sect thou seest, now learn too late
How few somtimes may know, when thousands err
Whom the grand foe with scornful eye askance
Thus answerd. Ill for thee, but in wisht houre (150)
Of my revenge, first sought for thou returnst
From flight, seditious Angel, to receave
Thy merited reward, the first assay
Of this right hand provok't, since first that tongue
Inspir'd with contradiction durst oppose (155)
A third part of the Gods, in Synod met
Thir Deities to assert, who while they feel
Vigour Divine within them, can allow
Omnipotence to none. But well thou comst
Before thy fellows, ambitious to win (160)
From me som Plume, that thy success may show
Destruction to the rest: this pause between
(Unanswerd least thou boast) to let thee know;
At first I thought that Libertie and Heav'n
To heav'nly Soules had bin all one; but now (165)
I see that most through sloth had rather serve
Ministring Spirits, traind up in Feast and Song;
Such hast thou arm'd, the Minstrelsie of Heav'n
Servilitie with freedom to contend
As both thir deeds compar'd this day shall prove (170)
To whom in brief thus ABDIEL stern repli'd:
Apostat, still thou errst, nor end wilt find
Of erring, from the path of truth remote:
Unjustly thou deprav'st it with the name
Of SERVITUDE to serve whom God ordains (175)
Or Nature; God and Nature bid the same
When he who rules is worthiest, and excells
Them whom he governs. This is servitude
To serve th' unwise, or him who hath rebelld
Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee (180)
Thy self not free, but to thy self enthrall'd;
Yet leudly dar'st our ministring upbraid
Reign thou in Hell thy Kingdom, let mee serve
In Heav'n God ever blessed, and his Divine
Behests obey, worthiest to be obey'd (185)
Yet Chains in Hell, not Realms expect: mean while
From mee returnd, as erst thou saidst, from flight
This greeting on thy impious Crest receive
So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high
Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell (190)
On the proud Crest of SATAN, that no sight
Nor motion of swift thought, less could his Shield
Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge
He back recoild; the tenth on bended knee
His massie Spear upstaid; as if on Earth (195)
Winds under ground or waters forcing way
Sidelong, had push't a Mountain from his seat
Half sunk with all his Pines. Amazement seis'd
The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see
Thus foil'd thir mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout (200)
Presage of Victorie and fierce desire
Of Battel: whereat MICHAEL bid sound
[ END ]
Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n
It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
HOSANNA to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn'd
The horrid shock: now storming furie rose
And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now
Was never, Arms on Armour clashing bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles
Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew
And flying vaulted either Host with fire
Sounder fierie Cope together rush'd
Both Battels maine, with ruinous assault
And inextinguishable rage; all Heav'n
Resounded, and had Earth bin then, all Earth
Had to her Center shook. What wonder? when
Millions of fierce encountring Angels fought
On either side, the least of whom could weild
These Elements, and arm him with the force
Of all thir Regions: how much more of Power
Armie against Armie numberless to raise
Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb
Though not destroy, thir happie Native seat;
Had not th' Eternal King Omnipotent
From his strong hold of Heav'n high over-rul'd
And limited thir might; though numberd such
As each divided Legion might have seemd
A numerous Host, in strength each armed hand
A Legion; led in fight, yet Leader seemd
Each Warriour single as in Chief, expert
When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway
Of Battel, open when, and when to close
The ridges of grim Warr; no thought of flight
None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
That argu'd fear; each on himself reli'd
As onely in his arm the moment lay
Of victorie; deeds of eternal fame
Were don, but infinite: for wide was spred
That Warr and various; somtimes on firm ground
A standing fight, then soaring on main wing
Tormented all the Air; all Air seemd then
Conflicting Fire: long time in eeven scale
The Battel hung; till SATAN, who that day
Prodigious power had shewn, and met in Armes
No equal, raunging through the dire attack
Of fighting Seraphim confus'd, at length
Saw where the Sword of MICHAEL smote, and fell'd
Squadrons at once, with huge two-handed sway
Brandisht aloft the horrid edge came down
Wide wasting; such destruction to withstand
He hasted, and oppos'd the rockie Orb
Of tenfold Adamant, his ample Shield
A vast circumference: At his approach
The great Arch-Angel from his warlike toile
Surceas'd, and glad as hoping here to end
Intestine War in Heav'n, the arch foe subdu'd
Or Captive drag'd in Chains, with hostile frown
And visage all enflam'd first thus began
[ II ]
Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt
Unnam'd in Heav'n, now plenteous, as thou seest
These Acts of hateful strife, hateful to all
Though heaviest by just measure on thy self (265)
And thy adherents: how hast thou disturb'd
Heav'ns blessed peace, and into Nature brought
Miserie, uncreated till the crime
Of thy Rebellion? how hast thou instill'd
Thy malice into thousands, once upright (270)
And faithful, now prov'd false. But think not here
To trouble Holy Rest; Heav'n casts thee out
From all her Confines. Heav'n the seat of bliss
Brooks not the works of violence and Warr
Hence then, and evil go with thee along (275)
Thy ofspring, to the place of evil, Hell
Thou and thy wicked crew; there mingle broiles
Ere this avenging Sword begin thy doome
Or som more sudden vengeance wing'd from God
Precipitate thee with augmented paine (280)
So spake the Prince of Angels; to whom thus
The Adversarie. Nor think thou with wind
Of airie threats to aw whom yet with deeds
Thou canst not. Hast thou turnd the least of these
To flight, or if to fall, but that they rise (285)
Unvanquisht, easier to transact with mee
That thou shouldst hope, imperious, & with threats
To chase me hence? erre not that so shall end
The strife which thou call'st evil, but wee style
The strife of Glorie: which we mean to win (290)
Or turn this Heav'n it self into the Hell
Thou fablest, here however to dwell free
If not to reign: mean while thy utmost force
And join him nam'd ALMIGHTIE to thy aid
I flie not, but have sought thee farr and nigh (295)
They ended parle, and both addrest 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 (300)
Of Godlike Power: for likest Gods they seemd
Stood they or mov'd, in stature, motion, arms
Fit to decide the Empire of great Heav'n
Now wav'd thir fierie Swords, and in the Aire
Made horrid Circles; two broad Suns thir Shields (305)
Blaz'd opposite, while expectation stood
In horror; from each hand with speed retir'd
Where erst was thickest fight, th' Angelic throng
And left large field, unsafe within the wind
Of such commotion, such as to set forth (310)
Great things by small, If Natures concord broke
Among the Constellations warr were sprung
Two Planets rushing from aspect maligne
Of fiercest opposition in mid Skie
Should combat, and thir jarring Sphears confound (315)
Together both with next to Almightie Arme
Uplifted imminent one stroke they aim'd
That might determine, and not need repeate
As not of power, at once; nor odds appeerd
In might or swift prevention; but the sword (320)
Of MICHAEL from the Armorie of God
Was giv'n him temperd 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 sheere, nor staid (325)
But with swift wheele reverse, deep entring shar'd
All his right side; then SATAN first knew pain
And writh'd him to and fro convolv'd; so sore
The griding sword with discontinuous wound
Pass'd through him, but th' Ethereal substance clos'd (330)
Not long divisible, and from the gash
A stream of Nectarous humor issuing flow'd
Sanguin, such as Celestial Spirits may bleed
And all his Armour staind ere while so bright
Forthwith on all sides to his aide was run (335)
By Angels many and strong, who interpos'd
Defence, while others bore him on thir Shields
Back to his Chariot; where it stood retir'd
From off the files of warr; there they him laid
Gnashing for anguish and despite and shame (340)
To find himself not matchless, and his pride
Humbl'd by such rebuke, so farr beneath
His confidence to equal God in power
Yet soon he heal'd; for Spirits that live throughout
Vital in every part, not as frail man (345)
In Entrailes, Heart or Head, Liver or Reines
Cannot but by annihilating die;
Nor in thir liquid texture mortal wound
Receive, no more then can the fluid Aire:
All Heart they live, all Head, all Eye, all Eare (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
[ END ]
Mean while in other parts like deeds deservd
Memorial, where the might of GABRIEL fought
And with fierce Ensignes pierc'd the deep array
Of MOLOC furious King, who him defi'd
And at his Chariot wheeles to drag him bound
Threatn'd, nor from the Holie One of Heav'n
Refrein'd his tongue blasphemous; but anon
Down clov'n to the waste, with shatterd Armes
And uncouth paine fled bellowing. On each wing
URIEL and RAPHAEL his vaunting foe
Though huge, and in a Rock of Diamond Armd
Vanquish'd ADRAMELEC, and ASMADAI
Two potent Thrones, that to be less then Gods
Disdain'd, but meaner thoughts learnd in thir flight
Mangl'd with gastly wounds through Plate and Maile
Nor stood unmindful ABDIEL to annoy
The Atheist crew, but with redoubl'd blow
ARIEL and ARIOC, and the violence
Of RAMIEL scorcht and blasted overthrew
I might relate of thousands, and thir names
Eternize here on Earth; but those elect
Angels contented with thir fame in Heav'n
Seek not the praise of men: the other sort
In might though wondrous and in Acts of Warr
Nor of Renown less eager, yet by doome
Canceld from Heav'n and sacred memorie
Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell
For strength from Truth divided and from Just
Illaudable, naught merits but dispraise
And ignominie, yet to glorie aspires
Vain glorious, and through infamie seeks fame:
Therfore Eternal silence be thir doome
And now thir mightiest quelld, the battel swerv'd
With many an inrode gor'd; deformed rout
Enter'd, and foul disorder; all the ground
With shiverd armour strow'n, and on a heap
Chariot and Charioter lay overturnd
And fierie foaming Steeds; what stood, recoyld
Orewearied, through the faint Satanic Host
Defensive scarse, or with pale fear surpris'd
Then first with fear surpris'd and sense of paine
Fled ignominious, to such evil brought
By sinne of disobedience, till that hour
Not liable to fear or flight or paine
Far otherwise th' inviolable Saints
In Cubic Phalanx firm advanc't entire
Invulnerable, impenitrably arm'd:
Such high advantages thir innocence
Gave them above thir foes, not to have sinnd
Not to have disobei'd; in fight they stood
Unwearied, unobnoxious to be pain'd
By wound, though from thir place by violence mov'd
Now Night her course began, and over Heav'n
Inducing darkness, grateful truce impos'd
And silence on the odious dinn of Warr:
Under her Cloudie covert both retir'd
Victor and Vanquisht: on the foughten field
MICHAEL and his Angels prevalent
Encamping, plac'd in Guard thir Watches round
Cherubic waving fires: on th' other part
SATAN with his rebellious disappeerd
Far in the dark dislodg'd, and void of rest
His Potentates to Councel call'd by night;
And in the midst thus undismai'd began
O now in danger tri'd, now known in Armes
Not to be overpowerd, Companions deare
Found worthy not of Libertie alone
Too mean pretense, but what we more affect
Honour, Dominion, Glorie, and renowne
Who have sustaind one day in doubtful fight
(And if one day, why not Eternal dayes?)
What Heavens Lord had powerfullest to send
Against us from about his Throne, and judg'd
Sufficient to subdue us to his will
But proves not so: then fallible, it seems
Of future we may deem him, though till now
Omniscient thought. True is, less firmly arm'd
Some disadvantage we endur'd and paine
Till now not known, but known as soon contemnd
Since now we find this our Empyreal forme
Incapable of mortal injurie
Imperishable, and though peirc'd with wound
Soon closing, and by native vigour heal'd
Of evil then so small as easie think
The remedie; perhaps more valid Armes
Weapons more violent, when next we meet
May serve to better us, and worse our foes
Or equal what between us made the odds
In Nature none: if other hidden cause
Left them Superiour, while we can preserve
Unhurt our mindes, and understanding sound
Due search and consultation will disclose
He sat; and in th' assembly next upstood
NISROC, of Principalities the prime;
As one he stood escap't from cruel fight
Sore toild, his riv'n Armes to havoc hewn
And cloudie in aspect thus answering spake
Deliverer from new Lords, leader to free
Enjoyment of our right as Gods; yet hard
For Gods, and too unequal work we find
Against unequal armes to fight in paine
Against unpaind, impassive; from which evil
Ruin must needs ensue; for what availes
Valour or strength, though matchless, quelld with pain
Which all subdues, and makes remiss the hands
Of Mightiest. Sense of pleasure we may well
Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine
But live content, which is the calmest life:
But pain is perfet miserie, the worst
Of evils, and excessive, overturnes
All patience. He who therefore can invent
With what more forcible we may offend
Our yet unwounded Enemies, or arme
Our selves with like defence, to mee deserves
No less then for deliverance what we owe
Whereto with look compos'd SATAN repli'd
Not uninvented that, which thou aright
Beleivst so main to our success, I bring;
Which of us who beholds the bright surface
Of this Ethereous mould whereon we stand
This continent of spacious Heav'n, adornd
With Plant, Fruit, Flour Ambrosial, Gemms & Gold
Whose Eye so superficially surveyes
These things, as not to mind from whence they grow
Deep under ground, materials dark and crude
Of spiritous and fierie spume, till toucht
With Heav'ns ray, and temperd they shoot forth
So beauteous, op'ning to the ambient light
These in thir dark Nativitie the Deep
Shall yeild us, pregnant with infernal flame
Which into hallow Engins long and round
Thick-rammd, at th' other bore with touch of fire
Dilated and infuriate shall send forth
From far with thundring noise among our foes
Such implements of mischief as shall dash
To pieces, and orewhelm whatever stands
Adverse, that they shall fear we have disarmd
The Thunderer of his only dreaded bolt
Nor long shall be our labour, yet ere dawne
Effect shall end our wish. Mean while revive;
Abandon fear; to strength and counsel joind
Think nothing hard, much less to be despaird
He ended, and his words thir drooping chere
Enlightn'd, and thir languisht hope reviv'd
Th' invention all admir'd, and each, how hee
To be th' inventer miss'd, so easie it seemd
Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought
Impossible: yet haply of thy Race
In future dayes, if Malice should abound
Some one intent on mischief, or inspir'd
With dev'lish machination might devise
Like instrument to plague the Sons of men
For sin, on warr and mutual slaughter bent
Forthwith from Councel to the work they flew
None arguing stood, innumerable hands
Were ready, in a moment up they turnd
Wide the Celestial soile, and saw beneath
Th' originals of Nature in thir crude
Conception; Sulphurous and Nitrous Foame
They found, they mingl'd, and with suttle Art
Concocted and adusted they reduc'd
To blackest grain, and into store conveyd:
Part hidd'n veins diggd up (nor hath this Earth
Entrails unlike) of Mineral and Stone
Whereof to found thir Engins and thir Balls
Of missive ruin; part incentive reed
Provide, pernicious with one touch to fire
So all ere day spring, under conscious Night
Secret they finish'd, and in order set
With silent circumspection unespi'd
Now when fair Morn Orient in Heav'n appeerd
Up rose the Victor Angels, and to Arms
The matin Trumpet Sung: in Arms they stood
Of Golden Panoplie, refulgent Host
Soon banded; others from the dawning Hills
Lookd round, and Scouts each Coast light-armed scoure
Each quarter, to descrie the distant foe
Where lodg'd, or whither fled, or if for fight
In motion or in alt: him soon they met
Under spred Ensignes moving nigh, in slow
But firm Battalion; back with speediest Sail
ZEPHIEL, of Cherubim the swiftest wing
Came flying, and in mid Aire aloud thus cri'd
Arme, Warriours, Arme for fight, the foe at hand
Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit
This day, fear not his flight; so thick a Cloud
He comes, and settl'd in his face I see
Sad resolution and secure: let each
His Adamantine coat gird well, and each
Fit well his Helme, gripe fast his orbed Shield
Born eevn or high, for this day will pour down
If I conjecture aught, no drizling showr
But ratling storm of Arrows barbd with fire
So warnd he them aware themselves, and soon
In order, quit of all impediment;
Instant without disturb they took Allarm
And onward move Embattelld; when behold
Not distant far with heavie pace the Foe
Approaching gross and huge; in hollow Cube
Training his devilish Enginrie, impal'd
On every side with shaddowing Squadrons Deep
To hide the fraud. At interview both stood
A while, but suddenly at head appeerd
SATAN: And thus was heard Commanding loud
Vangard, to Right and Left the Front unfould;
That all may see who hate us, how we seek
Peace and composure, and with open brest
Stand readie to receive them, if they like
Our overture, and turn not back perverse;
But that I doubt, however witness Heaven
Heav'n witness thou anon, while we discharge
Freely our part: yee who appointed stand
Do as you have in charge, and briefly touch
What we propound, and loud that all may hear
So scoffing in ambiguous words, he scarce
Had ended; when to Right and Left the Front
Divided, and to either Flank retir'd
Which to our eyes discoverd new and strange
A triple-mounted row of Pillars laid
On Wheels (for like to Pillars most they seem'd
Or hollow'd bodies made of Oak or Firr
With branches lopt, in Wood or Mountain fell'd)
Brass, Iron, Stonie mould, had not thir mouthes
With hideous orifice gap't on us wide
Portending hollow truce; at each behind
A Seraph stood, and in his hand a Reed
Stood waving tipt with fire; while we suspense
Collected stood within our thoughts amus'd
Not long, for sudden all at once thir Reeds
Put forth, and to a narrow vent appli'd
With nicest touch. Immediate in a flame
But soon obscur'd with smoak, all Heav'n appeerd
From those deep-throated Engins belcht, whose roar
Emboweld with outragious noise the Air
And all her entrails tore, disgorging foule
Thir devillish glut, chaind Thunderbolts and Hail
Of Iron Globes, which on the Victor Host
Level'd, with such impetuous furie smote
That whom they hit, none on thir feet might stand
Though standing else as Rocks, but down they fell
By thousands, Angel on Arch-Angel rowl'd;
The sooner for thir Arms, unarm'd they might
Have easily as Spirits evaded swift
By quick contraction or remove; but now
Foule dissipation follow'd and forc't rout;
Nor serv'd it to relax thir serried files
What should they do? if on they rusht, repulse
Repeated, and indecent overthrow
Doubl'd, would render them yet more despis'd
And to thir foes a laughter; for in view
Stood rankt of Seraphim another row
In posture to displode thir second tire
Of Thunder: back defeated to return
They worse abhorr'd. SATAN beheld thir plight
And to his Mates thus in derision call'd
O Friends, why come not on these Victors proud?
Ere while they fierce were coming, and when wee
To entertain them fair with open Front
And Brest, (what could we more?) propounded terms
Of composition, strait they chang'd thir minds
Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell
As they would dance, yet for a dance they seemd
Somwhat extravagant and wilde, perhaps
For joy of offerd peace: but I suppose
If our proposals once again were heard
We should compel them to a quick result
To whom thus BELIAL in like gamesom mood
Leader, the terms we sent were terms of weight
Of hard contents, and full of force urg'd home
Such as we might perceive amus'd them all
And stumbl'd many, who receives them right
Had need from head to foot well understand;
Not understood, this gift they have besides
They shew us when our foes walk not upright
So they among themselves in pleasant veine
Stood scoffing, highthn'd in thir thoughts beyond
All doubt of Victorie, eternal might
To match with thir inventions they presum'd
So easie, and of his Thunder made a scorn
And all his Host derided, while they stood
A while in trouble; but they stood not long
Rage prompted them at length, & found them arms
Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose
Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power
Which God hath in his mighty Angels plac'd)
Thir Arms away they threw, and to the Hills
(For Earth hath this variety from Heav'n
Of pleasure situate in Hill and Dale)
Light as the Lightning glimps they ran, they flew
From thir foundations loosning to and fro
They pluckt the seated Hills with all thir load
Rocks, Waters, Woods, and by the shaggie tops
Up lifting bore them in thir hands: Amaze
Be sure, and terrour seis'd the rebel Host
When coming towards them so dread they saw
The bottom of the Mountains upward turn'd
Till on those cursed Engins triple-row
They saw them whelmd, and all thir confidence
Under the weight of Mountains buried deep
Themselves invaded next, and on thir heads
Main Promontories flung, which in the Air
Came shadowing, and opprest whole Legions arm'd
Thir armor help'd thir harm, crush't in and brus'd
Into thir substance pent, which wrought them pain
Implacable, and many a dolorous groan
Long strugling underneath, ere they could wind
Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light
Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown
The rest in imitation to like Armes
Betook them, and the neighbouring Hills uptore;
So Hills amid the Air encounterd Hills
Hurl'd to and fro with jaculation dire
That under ground they fought in dismal shade;
Infernal noise; Warr seem'd a civil Game
To this uproar; horrid confusion heapt
[ III ]
Upon confusion rose: and now all Heav'n
Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspred (670)
Had not th' Almightie Father where he sits
Shrin'd in his Sanctuarie of Heav'n secure
Consulting on the sum of things, foreseen
This tumult, and permitted all, advis'd:
That his great purpose he might so fulfill (675)
To honour his Anointed Son aveng'd
Upon his enemies, and to declare
All power on him transferr'd: whence to his Son
Th' Assessor of his Throne he thus began:
Effulgence of my Glorie, Son belov'd (680)
Son in whose face invisible is beheld
Visibly, what by Deitie I am
And in whose hand what by Decree I doe
Second Omnipotence, two dayes are past
Two dayes, as we compute the dayes of Heav'n (685)
Since MICHAEL and his Powers went forth to tame
These disobedient; sore hath been thir fight
As likeliest was, when two such Foes met arm'd;
For to themselves I left them, and thou knowst
Equal in their Creation they were form'd (690)
Save what sin hath impaird, which yet hath wrought
Insensibly, for I suspend thir doom;
Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last
Endless, and no solution will be found:
Warr wearied hath perform'd what Warr can do (695)
And to disorder'd rage let loose the reines
With Mountains as with Weapons arm'd, which makes
Wild work in Heav'n, and dangerous to the maine
Two dayes are therefore past, the third is thine;
For thee I have ordain'd it, and thus farr (700)
Have sufferd, that the Glorie may be thine
Of ending this great Warr, since none but Thou
Can end it. Into thee such Vertue and Grace
Immense I have transfus'd, that all may know
In Heav'n and Hell thy Power above compare (705)
And this perverse Commotion governd thus
To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir
Of all things, to be Heir and to be King
By Sacred Unction, thy deserved right
Go then thou Mightiest in thy Fathers might (710)
Ascend my Chariot, guide the rapid Wheeles
That shake Heav'ns basis, bring forth all my Warr
My Bow and Thunder, my Almightie Arms
Gird on, and Sword upon thy puissant Thigh;
Pursue these sons of Darkness, drive them out (715)
From all Heav'ns bounds into the utter Deep:
There let them learn, as likes them, to despise
God and MESSIAH his anointed King
[ END ]
He said, and on his Son with Rayes direct
Shon full, he all his Father full exprest
Ineffably into his face receiv'd
And thus the filial Godhead answering spake
O Father, O Supream of heav'nly Thrones
First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou alwayes seekst
To glorifie thy Son, I alwayes thee
As is most just; this I my Glorie account
My exaltation, and my whole delight
That thou in me well pleas'd, declarst thy will
Fulfill'd, which to fulfil is all my bliss
Scepter and Power, thy giving, I assume
And gladlier shall resign, when in the end
Thou shalt be All in All, and I in thee
For ever, and in mee all whom thou lov'st:
But whom thou hat'st, I hate, and can put on
Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on
Image of thee in all things; and shall soon
Armd with thy might, rid heav'n of these rebell'd
To thir prepar'd ill Mansion driven down
To chains of Darkness, and th' undying Worm
That from thy just obedience could revolt
Whom to obey is happiness entire
Then shall thy Saints unmixt, and from th' impure
Farr separate, circling thy holy Mount
Unfained HALLELUIAHS to thee sing
Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief
So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, rose
From the right hand of Glorie where he sate
And the third sacred Morn began to shine
Dawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
The Chariot of Paternal Deitie
Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn
It self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
Had wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies all
And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels
Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
Over thir heads a chrystal Firmament
Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch
Hee in Celestial Panoplie all armd
Of radiant URIM, work divinely wrought
Ascended, at his right hand Victorie
Sate Eagle-wing'd, beside him hung his Bow
And Quiver with three-bolted Thunder stor'd
And from about him fierce Effusion rowld
Of smoak and bickering flame, and sparkles dire;
Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints
He onward came, farr off his coming shon
And twentie thousand (I thir number heard)
Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen:
Hee on the wings of Cherub rode sublime
On the Crystallin Skie, in Saphir Thron'd
Illustrious farr and wide, but by his own
First seen, them unexpected joy surpriz'd
When the great Ensign of MESSIAH blaz'd
Aloft by Angels born, his Sign in Heav'n:
Under whose Conduct MICHAEL soon reduc'd
His Armie, circumfus'd on either Wing
Under thir Head imbodied all in one
Before him Power Divine his way prepar'd;
At his command the uprooted Hills retir'd
Each to his place, they heard his voice and went
Obsequious, Heav'n his wonted face renewd
And with fresh Flourets Hill and Valley smil'd
This saw his hapless Foes, but stood obdur'd
And to rebellious fight rallied thir Powers
Insensate, hope conceiving from despair
In heav'nly Spirits could such perverseness dwell?
But to convince the proud what Signs availe
Or Wonders move th' obdurate to relent?
They hard'nd more by what might most reclame
Grieving to see his Glorie, at the sight
Took envie, and aspiring to his highth
Stood reimbattell'd fierce, by force or fraud
Weening to prosper, and at length prevaile
Against God and MESSIAH, or to fall
In universal ruin last, and now
To final Battel drew, disdaining flight
Or faint retreat; when the great Son of God
To all his Host on either hand thus spake
[ IV ]
Stand still in bright array ye Saints, here stand
Ye Angels arm'd, this day from Battel rest;
Faithful hath been your Warfare, and of God
Accepted, fearless in his righteous Cause
And as ye have receivd, so have ye don (805)
Invincibly; but of this cursed crew
The punishment to other hand belongs
Vengeance is his, or whose he sole appoints;
Number to this dayes work is not ordain'd
Nor multitude, stand onely and behold (810)
Gods indignation on these Godless pourd
By mee; not you but mee they have despis'd
Yet envied; against mee is all thir rage
Because the Father, t' whom in Heav'n supream
Kingdom and Power and Glorie appertains (815)
Hath honourd me according to his will
Therefore to mee thir doom he hath assig'n'd;
That they may have thir wish, to trie with mee
In Battel which the stronger proves, they all
Or I alone against them, since by strength (820)
They measure all, of other excellence
Not emulous, nor care who them excells;
Nor other strife with them do I voutsafe
So spake the Son, and into terrour chang'd
His count'nance too severe to be beheld (825)
And full of wrauth bent on his Enemies
At once the Four spred out thir Starrie wings
With dreadful shade contiguous, and the Orbes
Of his fierce Chariot rowld, as with the sound
Of torrent Floods, or of a numerous Host (830)
Hee on his impious Foes right onward drove
Gloomie as Night; under his burning Wheeles
The stedfast Empyrean shook throughout
All but the Throne it self of God. Full soon
Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand (835)
Grasping ten thousand Thunders, which he sent
Before him, such as in thir Soules infix'd
Plagues; they astonisht all resistance lost
All courage; down thir idle weapons drop'd;
O're Shields and Helmes, and helmed heads he rode (840)
Of Thrones and mighty Seraphim prostrate
That wish'd the Mountains now might be again
Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire
Nor less on either side tempestuous fell
His arrows, from the fourfold-visag'd Foure (845)
Distinct with eyes, and from the living Wheels
Distinct alike with multitude of eyes
One Spirit in them rul'd, and every eye
Glar'd lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire
Among th' accurst, that witherd all thir strength (850)
And of thir wonted vigour left them draind
Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall'n
Yet half his strength he put not forth, but check'd
His Thunder in mid Volie, for he meant
Not to destroy, but root them out of Heav'n: (855)
The overthrown he rais'd, and as a Heard
Of Goats or timerous flock together throngd
Drove them before him Thunder-struck, pursu'd
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And Chrystall wall of Heav'n, which op'ning wide (860)
Rowld inward, and a spacious Gap disclos'd
Into the wastful Deep; the monstrous sight
Strook them with horror backward, but far worse
Urg'd them behind; headlong themselvs they threw
Down from the verge of Heav'n, Eternal wrauth (865)
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit
[ END ]
Hell heard th' unsufferable noise, Hell saw
Heav'n ruining from Heav'n and would have fled
Affrighted; but strict Fate had cast too deep
Her dark foundations, and too fast had bound
Nine dayes they fell; confounded CHAOS roard
And felt tenfold confusion in thir fall
Through his wilde Anarchie, so huge a rout
Incumberd him with ruin: Hell at last
Yawning receavd them whole, and on them clos'd
Hell thir fit habitation fraught with fire
Unquenchable, the house of woe and paine
Disburd'nd Heav'n rejoic'd, and soon repaird
Her mural breach, returning whence it rowld
Sole Victor from th' expulsion of his Foes
MESSIAH his triumphal Chariot turnd:
To meet him all his Saints, who silent stood
Eye witnesses of his Almightie Acts
With Jubilie advanc'd; and as they went
Shaded with branching Palme, each order bright
Sung Triumph, and him sung Victorious King
Son, Heire, and Lord, to him Dominion giv'n
Worthiest to Reign: he celebrated rode
Triumphant through mid Heav'n, into the Courts
And Temple of his mightie Father Thron'd
On high; who into Glorie him receav'd
Where now he sits at the right hand of bliss
Thus measuring things in Heav'n by things on Earth
At thy request, and that thou maist beware
By what is past, to thee I have reveal'd
What might have else to human Race bin hid;
The discord which befel, and Warr in Heav'n
Among th' Angelic Powers, and the deep fall
Of those too high aspiring, who rebelld
With SATAN, hee who envies now thy state
Who now is plotting how he may seduce
Thee also from obedience, that with him
Bereavd of happiness thou maist partake
His punishment, Eternal miserie;
Which would be all his solace and revenge
As a despite don against the most High
Thee once to gaine Companion of his woe
But list'n not to his Temptations, warne
Thy weaker; let it profit thee to have heard
By terrible Example the reward
Of disobedience; firm they might have stood
Yet fell; remember, and fear to transgress
( Mr. Henes )
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