John Milton
Paradise Lost

BOOK I.

   Of Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
   Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast
   Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
   With loss of EDEN, till one greater Man
   Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,
   Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top
   Of OREB, or of SINAI, didst inspire
   That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed,
   In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth
   Rose out of CHAOS: Or if SION Hill
   Delight thee more, and SILOA'S Brook that flow'd
   Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence
   Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,
   That with no middle flight intends to soar
   Above th' AONIAN Mount, while it pursues
   Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.
   And chiefly Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer
   Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure,
   Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first
   Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread
   Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss
   And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark
   Illumine, what is low raise and support;
   That to the highth of this great Argument
   I may assert th' Eternal Providence,
   And justifie the wayes of God to men.
   Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view
   Nor the deep Tract of Hell, say first what cause
   Mov'd our Grand Parents in that happy State,
   Favour'd of Heav'n so highly, to fall off
   From their Creator, and transgress his Will
   For one restraint, Lords of the World besides?
   Who first seduc'd them to that fowl revolt?
   Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
   Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd
   The Mother of Mankinde, what time his Pride
   Had cast him out from Heav'n, with all his Host
   Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring
   To set himself in Glory above his Peers,
   He trusted to have equal'd the most High,
   If he oppos'd; and with ambitious aim
   Against the Throne and Monarchy of God
   Rais'd impious War in Heav'n and Battel proud
   With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
   Hurld headlong flaming from th' Ethereal Skie
   With hideous ruine and combustion down
   To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
   In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
   Who durst defie th' Omnipotent to Arms.
   Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night
   To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
   Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe
   Confounded though immortal: But his doom
   Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
   Both of lost happiness and lasting pain
   Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes
   That witness'd huge affliction and dismay
   Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate:
   At once as far as Angels kenn he views
   The dismal Situation waste and wilde,
   A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
   As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames
   No light, but rather darkness visible
   Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,
   Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
   And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
   That comes to all; but torture without end
   Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed
   With ever-burning Sulphur unconsum'd:
   Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd
   For those rebellious, here their Prison ordain'd
   In utter darkness, and their portion set
   As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n
   As from the Center thrice to th' utmost Pole.
   O how unlike the place from whence they fell!
   There the companions of his fall, o'rewhelm'd
   With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
   He soon discerns, and weltring by his side
   One next himself in power, and next in crime,
   Long after known in PALESTINE, and nam'd
   BEELZEBUB. To whom th' Arch-Enemy,
   And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words
   Breaking the horrid silence thus began.
   If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd
   From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
   Cloth'd with transcendent brightnes didst outshine
   Myriads though bright: If he whom mutual league,
   United thoughts and counsels, equal hope,
   And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
   Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd
   In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
   From what highth fal'n, so much the stronger provd
   He with his Thunder: and till then who knew
   The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those
   Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage
   Can else inflict do I repent or change,
   Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind
   And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit,
   That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,
   And to the fierce contention brought along
   Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd
   That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
   His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd
   In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,
   And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?
   All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
   And study of revenge, immortal hate,
   And courage never to submit or yield:
   And what is else not to be overcome?
   That Glory never shall his wrath or might
   Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
   With suppliant knee, and deifie his power
   Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
   Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
   That were an ignominy and shame beneath
   This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
   And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
   Since through experience of this great event
   In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
   We may with more successful hope resolve
   To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
   Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
   Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
   Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.
   So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain,
   Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
   And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.
   O Prince, O Chief of many Throned Powers,
   That led th' imbattelld Seraphim to Warr
   Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds
   Fearless, endanger'd Heav'ns perpetual King;
   And put to proof his high Supremacy,
   Whether upheld by strength, or Chance, or Fate,
   Too well I see and rue the dire event,
   That with sad overthrow and foul defeat
   Hath lost us Heav'n, and all this mighty Host
   In horrible destruction laid thus low,
   As far as Gods and Heav'nly Essences
   Can Perish: for the mind and spirit remains
   Invincible, and vigour soon returns,
   Though all our Glory extinct, and happy state
   Here swallow'd up in endless misery.
   But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now
   Of force believe Almighty, since no less
   Then such could hav orepow'rd such force as ours)
   Have left us this our spirit and strength intire
   Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
   That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
   Or do him mightier service as his thralls
   By right of Warr, what e're his business be
   Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire,
   Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep;
   What can it then avail though yet we feel
   Strength undiminisht, or eternal being
   To undergo eternal punishment?
   Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-fiend reply'd.
   Fall'n Cherube, to be weak is miserable
   Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure,
   To do ought good never will be our task,
   But ever to do ill our sole delight,
   As being the contrary to his high will
   Whom we resist. If then his Providence
   Out of our evil seek to bring forth good,
   Our labour must be to pervert that end,
   And out of good still to find means of evil;
   Which oft times may succeed, so as perhaps
   Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
   His inmost counsels from their destind aim.
   But see the angry Victor hath recall'd
   His Ministers of vengeance and pursuit
   Back to the Gates of Heav'n: The Sulphurous Hail
   Shot after us in storm, oreblown hath laid
   The fiery Surge, that from the Precipice
   Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling, and the Thunder,
   Wing'd with red Lightning and impetuous rage,
   Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now
   To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep.
   Let us not slip th' occasion, whether scorn,
   Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.
   Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and wilde,
   The seat of desolation, voyd of light,
   Save what the glimmering of these livid flames
   Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend
   From off the tossing of these fiery waves,
   There rest, if any rest can harbour there,
   And reassembling our afflicted Powers,
   Consult how we may henceforth most offend
   Our Enemy, our own loss how repair,
   How overcome this dire Calamity,
   What reinforcement we may gain from Hope,
   If not what resolution from despare.
   Thus Satan talking to his neerest Mate
   With Head up-lift above the wave, and Eyes
   That sparkling blaz'd, his other Parts besides
   Prone on the Flood, extended long and large
   Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge
   As whom the Fables name of monstrous size,
   TITANIAN, or EARTH-BORN, that warr'd on JOVE,
   BRIARIOS or TYPHON, whom the Den
   By ancient TARSUS held, or that Sea-beast
   LEVIATHAN, which God of all his works
   Created hugest that swim th' Ocean stream:
   Him haply slumbring on the NORWAY foam
   The Pilot of some small night-founder'd Skiff,
   Deeming some Island, oft, as Sea-men tell,
   With fixed Anchor in his skaly rind
   Moors by his side under the Lee, while Night
   Invests the Sea, and wished Morn delayes:
   So stretcht out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay
   Chain'd on the burning Lake, nor ever thence
   Had ris'n or heav'd his head, but that the will
   And high permission of all-ruling Heaven
   Left him at large to his own dark designs,
   That with reiterated crimes he might
   Heap on himself damnation, while he sought
   Evil to others, and enrag'd might see
   How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth
   Infinite goodness, grace and mercy shewn
   On Man by him seduc't, but on himself
   Treble confusion, wrath and vengeance pour'd.
   Forthwith upright he rears from off the Pool
   His mighty Stature; on each hand the flames
   Drivn backward slope their pointing spires, & rowld
   In billows, leave i'th' midst a horrid Vale.
   Then with expanded wings he stears his flight
   Aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air
   That felt unusual weight, till on dry Land
   He lights, if it were Land that ever burn'd
   With solid, as the Lake with liquid fire;
   And such appear'd in hue, as when the force
   Of subterranean wind transports a Hill
   Torn from PELORUS, or the shatter'd side
   Of thundring AETNA, whose combustible
   And fewel'd entrals thence conceiving Fire,
   Sublim'd with Mineral fury, aid the Winds,
   And leave a singed bottom all involv'd
   With stench and smoak: Such resting found the sole
   Of unblest feet. Him followed his next Mate,
   Both glorying to have scap't the STYGIAN flood
   As Gods, and by their own recover'd strength,
   Not by the sufferance of supernal Power.
   Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
   Said then the lost Arch Angel, this the seat
   That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom
   For that celestial light? Be it so, since hee
   Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid
   What shall be right: fardest from him is best
   Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream
   Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields
   Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail
   Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
   Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
   A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
   The mind is its own place, and in it self
   Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
   What matter where, if I be still the same,
   And what I should be, all but less then hee
   Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
   We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
   Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
   Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
   To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
   Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.
   But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
   Th' associates and copartners of our loss
   Lye thus astonisht on th' oblivious Pool,
   And call them not to share with us their part
   In this unhappy Mansion, or once more
   With rallied Arms to try what may be yet
   Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell?
   So SATAN spake, and him BEELZEBUB
   Thus answer'd. Leader of those Armies bright,
   Which but th' Omnipotent none could have foyld,
   If once they hear that voyce, their liveliest pledge
   Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft
   In worst extreams, and on the perilous edge
   Of battel when it rag'd, in all assaults
   Their surest signal, they will soon resume
   New courage and revive, though now they lye
   Groveling and prostrate on yon Lake of Fire,
   As we erewhile, astounded and amaz'd,
   No wonder, fall'n such a pernicious highth.
   He scarce had ceas't when the superiour Fiend
   Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield
   Ethereal temper, massy, large and round,
   Behind him cast; the broad circumference
   Hung on his shoulders like the Moon, whose Orb
   Through Optic Glass the TUSCAN Artist views
   At Ev'ning from the top of FESOLE,
   Or in VALDARNO, to descry new Lands,
   Rivers or Mountains in her spotty Globe.
   His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine
   Hewn on NORWEGIAN hills, to be the Mast
   Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand,
   He walkt with to support uneasie steps
   Over the burning Marle, not like those steps
   On Heavens Azure, and the torrid Clime
   Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with Fire;
   Nathless he so endur'd, till on the Beach
   Of that inflamed Sea, he stood and call'd
   His Legions, Angel Forms, who lay intrans't
   Thick as Autumnal Leaves that strow the Brooks
   In VALLOMBROSA, where th' ETRURIAN shades
   High overarch't imbowr; or scatterd sedge
   Afloat, when with fierce Winds ORION arm'd
   Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose waves orethrew
   BUSIRIS and his MEMPHIAN Chivalrie,
   VVhile with perfidious hatred they pursu'd
   The Sojourners of GOSHEN, who beheld
   From the safe shore their floating Carkases
   And broken Chariot Wheels, so thick bestrown
   Abject and lost lay these, covering the Flood,
   Under amazement of their hideous change.
   He call'd so loud, that all the hollow Deep
   Of Hell resounded. Princes, Potentates,
   Warriers, the Flowr of Heav'n, once yours, now lost,
   If such astonishment as this can sieze
   Eternal spirits; or have ye chos'n this place
   After the toyl of Battel to repose
   Your wearied vertue, for the ease you find
   To slumber here, as in the Vales of Heav'n?
   Or in this abject posture have ye sworn
   To adore the Conquerour? who now beholds
   Cherube and Seraph rowling in the Flood
   With scatter'd Arms and Ensigns, till anon
   His swift pursuers from Heav'n Gates discern
   Th' advantage, and descending tread us down
   Thus drooping, or with linked Thunderbolts
   Transfix us to the bottom of this Gulfe.
   Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n.
   They heard, and were abasht, and up they sprung
   Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch
   On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread,
   Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
   Nor did they not perceave the evil plight
   In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;
   Yet to their Generals Voyce they soon obeyd
   Innumerable. As when the potent Rod
   Of AMRAMS Son in EGYPTS evill day
   Wav'd round the Coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud
   Of LOCUSTS, warping on the Eastern Wind,
   That ore the Realm of impious PHAROAH hung
   Like Night, and darken'd all the Land of NILE:
   So numberless were those bad Angels seen
   Hovering on wing under the Cope of Hell
   'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding Fires;
   Till, as a signal giv'n, th' uplifted Spear
   Of their great Sultan waving to direct
   Thir course, in even ballance down they light
   On the firm brimstone, and fill all the Plain;
   A multitude, like which the populous North
   Pour'd never from her frozen loyns, to pass
   RHENE or the DANAW, when her barbarous Sons
   Came like a Deluge on the South, and spread
   Beneath GIBRALTAR to the LYBIAN sands.
   Forthwith from every Squadron and each Band
   The Heads and Leaders thither hast where stood
   Their great Commander; Godlike shapes and forms
   Excelling human, Princely Dignities,
   And Powers that earst in Heaven sat on Thrones;
   Though of their Names in heav'nly Records now
   Be no memorial, blotted out and ras'd
   By thir Rebellion, from the Books of Life.
   Nor had they yet among the Sons of EVE
   Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth,
   Through Gods high sufferance for the tryal of man,
   By falsities and lyes the greatest part
   Of Mankind they corrupted to forsake
   God their Creator, and th' invisible
   Glory of him, that made them, to transform
   Oft to the Image of a Brute, adorn'd
   With gay Religions full of Pomp and Gold,
   And Devils to adore for Deities:
   Then were they known to men by various Names,
   And various Idols through the Heathen World.
   Say, Muse, their Names then known, who first, who last,
   Rous'd from the slumber, on that fiery Couch,
   At thir great Emperors call, as next in worth
   Came singly where he stood on the bare strand,
   While the promiscuous croud stood yet aloof?
   The chief were those who from the Pit of Hell
   Roaming to seek their prey on earth, durst fix
   Their Seats long after next the Seat of God,
   Their Altars by his Altar, Gods ador'd
   Among the Nations round, and durst abide
   JEHOVAH thundring out of SION, thron'd
   Between the Cherubim; yea, often plac'd
   Within his Sanctuary it self their Shrines,
   Abominations; and with cursed things
   His holy Rites, and solemn Feasts profan'd,
   And with their darkness durst affront his light.
   First MOLOCH, horrid King besmear'd with blood
   Of human sacrifice, and parents tears,
   Though for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud
   Their childrens cries unheard, that past through fire
   To his grim Idol. Him the AMMONITE
   Worshipt in RABBA and her watry Plain,
   In ARGOB and in BASAN, to the stream
   Of utmost ARNON. Nor content with such
   Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart
   Of SOLOMON he led by fraud to build
   His Temple right against the Temple of God
   On that opprobrious Hill, and made his Grove
   The pleasant Vally of HINNOM, TOPHET thence
   And black GEHENNA call'd, the Type of Hell.
   Next CHEMOS, th' obscene dread of MOABS Sons,
   From AROER to NEBO, and the wild
   Of Southmost ABARIM; in HESEBON
   And HERONAIM, SEONS Realm, beyond
   The flowry Dale of SIBMA clad with Vines,
   And ELEALE to th' ASPHALTICK Pool.
   PEOR his other Name, when he entic'd
   ISRAEL in SITTIM on their march from NILE
   To do him wanton rites, which cost them woe.
   Yet thence his lustful Orgies he enlarg'd
   Even to that Hill of scandal, by the Grove
   Of MOLOCH homicide, lust hard by hate;
   Till good JOSIAH drove them thence to Hell.
   With these came they, who from the bordring flood
   Of old EUPHRATES to the Brook that parts
   EGYPT from SYRIAN ground, had general Names
   Of BAALIM and ASHTAROTH, those male,
   These Feminine. For Spirits when they please
   Can either Sex assume, or both; so soft
   And uncompounded is their Essence pure,
   Not ti'd or manacl'd with joynt or limb,
   Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones,
   Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose
   Dilated or condens't, bright or obscure,
   Can execute their aerie purposes,
   And works of love or enmity fulfill.
   For those the Race of ISRAEL oft forsook
   Their living strength, and unfrequented left
   His righteous Altar, bowing lowly down
   To bestial Gods; for which their heads as low
   Bow'd down in Battel, sunk before the Spear
   Of despicable foes. With these in troop
   Came ASTORETH, whom the PHOENICIANS call'd
   ASTARTE, Queen of Heav'n, with crescent Horns;
   To whose bright Image nightly by the Moon
   SIDONIAN Virgins paid their Vows and Songs,
   In SION also not unsung, where stood
   Her Temple on th' offensive Mountain, built
   By that uxorious King, whose heart though large,
   Beguil'd by fair Idolatresses, fell
   To Idols foul. THAMMUZ came next behind,
   Whose annual wound in LEBANON allur'd
   The SYRIAN Damsels to lament his fate
   In amorous dittyes all a Summers day,
   While smooth ADONIS from his native Rock
   Ran purple to the Sea, suppos'd with blood
   Of THAMMUZ yearly wounded: the Love-tale
   Infected SIONS daughters with like heat,
   Whose wanton passions in the sacred Porch
   EZEKIEL saw, when by the Vision led
   His eye survay'd the dark Idolatries
   Of alienated JUDAH. Next came one
   Who mourn'd in earnest, when the Captive Ark
   Maim'd his brute Image, head and hands lopt off
   In his own Temple, on the grunsel edge,
   Where he fell flat, and sham'd his Worshipers:
   DAGON his Name, Sea Monster, upward Man
   And downward Fish: yet had his Temple high
   Rear'd in AZOTUS, dreaded through the Coast
   Of PALESTINE, in GATH and ASCALON,
   And ACCARON and GAZA's frontier bounds.
   Him follow'd RIMMON, whose delightful Seat
   Was fair DAMASCUS, on the fertil Banks
   Of ABBANA and PHARPHAR, lucid streams.
   He also against the house of God was bold:
   A Leper once he lost and gain'd a King,
   AHAZ his sottish Conquerour, whom he drew
   Gods Altar to disparage and displace
   For one of SYRIAN mode, whereon to burn
   His odious offrings, and adore the Gods
   Whom he had vanquisht. After these appear'd
   A crew who under Names of old Renown,
   OSIRIS, ISIS, ORUS and their Train
   With monstrous shapes and sorceries abus'd
   Fanatic EGYPT and her Priests, to seek
   Thir wandring Gods disguis'd in brutish forms
   Rather then human. Nor did ISRAEL scape
   Th' infection when their borrow'd Gold compos'd
   The Calf in OREB: and the Rebel King
   Doubl'd that sin in BETHEL and in DAN,
   Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox,
   JEHOVAH, who in one Night when he pass'd
   From EGYPT marching, equal'd with one stroke
   Both her first born and all her bleating Gods.
   BELIAL came last, then whom a Spirit more lewd
   Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love
   Vice for it self: To him no Temple stood
   Or Altar smoak'd; yet who more oft then hee
   In Temples and at Altars, when the Priest
   Turns Atheist, as did ELY'S Sons, who fill'd
   With lust and violence the house of God.
   In Courts and Palaces he also Reigns
   And in luxurious Cities, where the noyse
   Of riot ascends above thir loftiest Towrs,
   And injury and outrage: And when Night
   Darkens the Streets, then wander forth the Sons
   Of BELIAL, flown with insolence and wine.
   Witness the Streets of SODOM, and that night
   In GIBEAH, when hospitable Dores
   Yielded thir Matrons to prevent worse rape.
   These were the prime in order and in might;
   The rest were long to tell, though far renown'd,
   Th' IONIAN Gods, of JAVANS Issue held
   Gods, yet confest later then Heav'n and Earth
   Thir boasted Parents; TITAN Heav'ns first born
   With his enormous brood, and birthright seis'd
   By younger SATURN, he from mightier JOVE
   His own and RHEA'S Son like measure found;
   So JOVE usurping reign'd: these first in CREET
   And IDA known, thence on the Snowy top
   Of cold OLYMPUS rul'd the middle Air
   Thir highest Heav'n; or on the DELPHIAN Cliff,
   Or in DODONA, and through all the bounds
   Of DORIC Land; or who with SATURN old
   Fled over ADRIA to th' HESPERIAN Fields,
   And ore the CELTIC roam'd the utmost Isles.
   All these and more came flocking; but with looks
   Down cast and damp, yet such wherein appear'd
   Obscure som glimps of joy, to have found thir chief
   Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost
   In loss it self; which on his count'nance cast
   Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride
   Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore
   Semblance of worth not substance, gently rais'd
   Their fainted courage, and dispel'd their fears.
   Then strait commands that at the warlike sound
   Of Trumpets loud and Clarions be upreard
   His mighty Standard; that proud honour claim'd
   AZAZEL as his right, a Cherube tall:
   Who forthwith from the glittering Staff unfurld
   Th' Imperial Ensign, which full high advanc't
   Shon like a Meteor streaming to the Wind
   With Gemms and Golden lustre rich imblaz'd,
   Seraphic arms and Trophies: all the while
   Sonorous mettal blowing Martial sounds:
   At which the universal Host upsent
   A shout that tore Hells Concave, and beyond
   Frighted the Reign of CHAOS and old Night.
   All in a moment through the gloom were seen
   Ten thousand Banners rise into the Air
   With Orient Colours waving: with them rose
   A Forrest huge of Spears: and thronging Helms
   Appear'd, and serried Shields in thick array
   Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move
   In perfect PHALANX to the Dorian mood
   Of Flutes and soft Recorders; such as rais'd
   To highth of noblest temper Hero's old
   Arming to Battel, and in stead of rage
   Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd
   With dread of death to flight or foul retreat,
   Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage
   With solemn touches, troubl'd 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 silence to soft Pipes that charm'd
   Thir painful steps o're the burnt soyle; and now
   Advanc't in view they stand, a horrid Front
   Of dreadful length and dazling Arms, in guise
   Of Warriers old with order'd Spear and Shield,
   Awaiting what command thir mighty Chief
   Had to impose: He through the armed Files
   Darts his experienc't eye, and soon traverse
   The whole Battalion views, thir order due,
   Thir visages and stature as of Gods,
   Thir number last he summs. And now his heart
   Distends with pride, and hardning in his strength
   Glories: For never since created man,
   Met such imbodied force, as nam'd with these
   Could merit more then that small infantry
   Warr'd on by Cranes: though all the Giant brood
   Of PHLEGRA with th' Heroic Race were joyn'd
   That fought at THEB'S and ILIUM, on each side
   Mixt with auxiliar Gods; and what resounds
   In Fable or ROMANCE of UTHERS Son
   Begirt with BRITISH and ARMORIC Knights;
   And all who since, Baptiz'd or Infidel
   Jousted in ASPRAMONT or MONTALBAN,
   DAMASCO, or MAROCCO, or TREBISOND,
   Or whom BISERTA sent from AFRIC shore
   When CHARLEMAIN with all his Peerage fell
   By FONTARABBIA. Thus far these beyond
   Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd
   Thir dread Commander: he above the rest
   In shape and gesture proudly eminent
   Stood like a Towr; his form had yet not lost
   All her Original brightness, nor appear'd
   Less then Arch Angel ruind, and th' excess
   Of Glory obscur'd: As when the Sun new ris'n
   Looks through the Horizontal misty Air
   Shorn of his Beams, or from behind the Moon
   In dim Eclips disastrous twilight sheds
   On half the Nations, and with fear of change
   Perplexes Monarchs. Dark'n'd so, yet shon
   Above them all th' Arch Angel: but his face
   Deep scars of Thunder had intrencht, and care
   Sat on his faded cheek, but under Browes
   Of dauntless courage, and considerate Pride
   Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast
   Signs of remorse and passion to behold
   The fellows of his crime, the followers rather
   (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd
   For ever now to have their lot in pain,
   Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't
   Of Heav'n, and from Eternal Splendors flung
   For his revolt, yet faithfull how they stood,
   Thir Glory witherd. As when Heavens Fire
   Hath scath'd the Forrest Oaks, or Mountain Pines,
   With singed top their stately growth though bare
   Stands on the blasted Heath. He now prepar'd
   To speak; whereat their doubl'd Ranks they bend
   From Wing to Wing, and half enclose him round
   With all his Peers: attention held them mute.
   Thrice he assayd, and thrice in spite of scorn,
   Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last
   Words interwove with sighs found out their way.
   O Myriads of immortal Spirits, O Powers
   Matchless, but with th' Almighty, and that strife
   Was not inglorious, though th' event was dire,
   As this place testifies, and this dire change
   Hateful to utter: but what power of mind
   Foreseeing or presaging, from the Depth
   Of knowledge past or present, could have fear'd,
   How such united force of Gods, how such
   As stood like these, could ever know repulse?
   For who can yet beleeve, though after loss,
   That all these puissant Legions, whose exile
   Hath emptied Heav'n, shall faile to re-ascend
   Self-rais'd, and repossess their native seat.
   For me, be witness all the Host of Heav'n,
   If counsels different, or danger shun'd
   By me, have lost our hopes. But he who reigns
   Monarch in Heav'n, till then as one secure
   Sat on his Throne, upheld by old repute,
   Consent or custome, and his Regal State
   Put forth at full, but still his strength 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 warr, provok't; 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.
   Space may produce new Worlds; whereof so rife
   There went a fame in Heav'n that he ere long
   Intended to create, and therein plant
   A generation, whom his choice regard
   Should favour equal to the Sons of Heaven:
   Thither, if but to prie, shall be perhaps
   Our first eruption, thither or elsewhere:
   For this Infernal Pit shall never hold
   Caelestial Spirits in Bondage, nor th' Abysse
   Long under darkness cover. But these thoughts
   Full Counsel must mature: Peace is despaird,
   For who can think Submission? Warr then, Warr
   Open or understood must be resolv'd.
   He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew
   Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
   Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze
   Far round illumin'd hell: highly they rag'd
   Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arm's
   Clash'd on their sounding shields the din of war,
   Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heav'n.
   There stood a Hill not far whose griesly top
   Belch'd fire and rowling smoak; the rest entire
   Shon with a glossie scurff, undoubted sign
   That in his womb was hid metallic Ore,
   The work of Sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed
   A numerous Brigad hasten'd. As when bands
   Of Pioners with Spade and Pickaxe arm'd
   Forerun the Royal Camp, to trench a Field,
   Or cast a Rampart. MAMMON led them on,
   MAMMON, the least erected Spirit that fell
   From heav'n, for ev'n in heav'n his looks & thoughts
   Were always downward bent, admiring more
   The riches of Heav'ns pavement, trod'n Gold,
   Then aught divine or holy else enjoy'd
   In vision beatific: by him first
   Men also, and by his suggestion taught,
   Ransack'd the Center, and with impious hands
   Rifl'd the bowels of thir mother Earth
   For Treasures better hid. Soon had his crew
   Op'nd into the Hill a spacious wound
   And dig'd out ribs of Gold. Let none admire
   That riches grow in Hell; that soyle may best
   Deserve the pretious bane. And here let those
   Who boast in mortal things, and wondring tell
   Of BABEL, and the works of MEMPHIAN Kings,
   Learn how thir greatest Monuments of Fame,
   And Strength and Art are easily outdone
   By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour
   What in an age they with incessant toyle
   And hands innumerable scarce perform
   Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepar'd,
   That underneath had veins of liquid fire
   Sluc'd from the Lake, a second multitude
   With wondrous Art founded the massie Ore,
   Severing each kinde, and scum'd the Bullion dross:
   A third as soon had form'd within the ground
   A various mould, and from the boyling cells
   By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook,
   As in an Organ from one blast of wind
   To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths.
   Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge
   Rose like an Exhalation, with the sound
   Of Dulcet Symphonies and voices sweet,
   Built like a Temple, where PILASTERS round
   Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid
   With Golden Architrave; nor did there want
   Cornice or Freeze, with bossy Sculptures grav'n,
   The Roof was fretted Gold. Not BABILON,
   Nor great ALCAIRO such magnificence
   Equal'd in all thir glories, to inshrine
   BELUS or SERAPIS thir Gods, or seat
   Thir Kings, when AEGYPT with ASSYRIA strove
   In wealth and luxurie. Th' ascending pile
   Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores
   Op'ning thir brazen foulds discover wide
   Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth
   And level pavement: from the arched roof
   Pendant by suttle Magic many a row
   Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed
   With Naphtha and ASPHALTUS yeilded light
   As from a sky. The hasty multitude
   Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise
   And some the Architect: his hand was known
   In Heav'n by many a Towred structure high,
   Where Scepter'd Angels held thir residence,
   And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King
   Exalted to such power, and gave to rule,
   Each in his Herarchie, the Orders bright.
   Nor was his name unheard or unador'd
   In ancient Greece; and in AUSONIAN land
   Men call'd him MULCIBER; and how he fell
   From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry JOVE
   Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements: from Morn
   To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve,
   A Summers day; and with the setting Sun
   Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star,
   On LEMNOS th' AEGAEAN Ile: thus they relate,
   Erring; for he with this rebellious rout
   Fell long before; nor aught avail'd him now
   To have built in Heav'n high Towrs; nor did he scape
   By all his Engins, but was headlong sent
   With his industrious crew to build in hell.
   Mean while the winged Haralds by command
   Of Sovran power, with awful Ceremony
   And Trumpets sound throughout the Host proclaim
   A solemn Councel forthwith to be held
   At PANDAEMONIUM, the high Capital
   Of Satan and his Peers: thir summons call'd
   From every and Band squared Regiment
   By place or choice the worthiest; they anon
   With hundreds and with thousands trooping came
   Attended: all access was throng'd, the Gates
   And Porches wide, but chief the spacious Hall
   (Though like a cover'd field, where Champions bold
   Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldans chair
   Defi'd the best of Panim chivalry
   To mortal combat or carreer with Lance)
   Thick swarm'd, both on the ground and in the air,
   Brusht with the hiss of russling wings. As Bees
   In spring time, when the Sun with Taurus rides,
   Poure forth thir populous youth about the Hive
   In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers
   Flie to and fro, or on the smoothed Plank,
   The suburb of thir Straw-built Cittadel,
   New rub'd with Baume, expatiate and confer
   Thir State affairs. So thick the aerie crowd
   Swarm'd and were straitn'd; till the Signal giv'n,
   Behold a wonder! they but now who seemd
   In bigness to surpass Earths Giant Sons
   Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room
   Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race
   Beyond the INDIAN Mount, or Faerie Elves,
   Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side
   Or Fountain fome belated Peasant sees,
   Or dreams he sees, while over head the Moon
   Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth
   Wheels her pale course, they on thir mirth & dance
   Intent, with jocond Music charm his ear;
   At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
   Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms
   Reduc'd thir shapes immense, and were at large,
   Though without number still amidst the Hall
   Of that infernal Court. But far within
   And in thir own dimensions like themselves
   The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim
   In close recess and secret conclave sat
   A thousand Demy-Gods on golden seat's,
   Frequent and full. After short silence then
   And summons read, the great consult began.

BOOK II.

   High on a Throne of Royal State, which far
   Outshon the wealth of ORMUS and of IND,
   Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
   Showrs on her Kings BARBARIC Pearl & Gold,
   Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd
   To that bad eminence; and from despair
   Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires
   Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue
   Vain Warr with Heav'n, and by success untaught
   His proud imaginations thus displaid.
   Powers and Dominions, Deities of Heav'n,
   For since no deep within her gulf can hold
   Immortal vigor, though opprest and fall'n,
   I give not Heav'n for lost. From this descent
   Celestial vertues rising, will appear
   More glorious and more dread then from no fall,
   And trust themselves to fear no second fate:
   Mee though just right, and the fixt Laws of Heav'n
   Did first create your Leader, next, free choice,
   With what besides, in Counsel or in Fight,
   Hath bin achievd of merit, yet this loss
   Thus farr at least recover'd, hath much more
   Establisht in a safe unenvied Throne
   Yeilded with full consent. The happier state
   In Heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw
   Envy from each inferior; but who here
   Will envy whom the highest place exposes
   Formost to stand against the Thunderers aime
   Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share
   Of endless pain? where there is then no good
   For which to strive, no strife can grow up there
   From Faction; for none sure 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 then can be in Heav'n, we now return
   To claim our just inheritance of old,
   Surer to prosper then prosperity
   Could have assur'd us; and by what best way,
   Whether of open Warr or covert guile,
   We now debate; who can advise, may speak.
   He ceas'd, and next him MOLOC, Scepter'd King
   Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest Spirit
   That fought in Heav'n; now fiercer by despair:
   His trust was with th' Eternal to be deem'd
   Equal in strength, and rather then be less
   Car'd not to be at all; with that care lost
   Went all his fear: of God, or Hell, or worse
   He reckd not, and these words thereafter spake.
   My sentence is for open Warr: Of Wiles,
   More unexpert, I boast not: them let those
   Contrive who need, or when they need, not now.
   For while they sit contriving, shall the rest,
   Millions that stand in Arms, and longing wait
   The Signal to ascend, sit lingring here
   Heav'ns fugitives, and for thir dwelling place
   Accept this dark opprobrious Den of shame,
   The Prison of his Tyranny who Reigns
   By our delay? no, let us rather choose
   Arm'd with Hell flames and fury all at once
   O're Heav'ns high Towrs to force resistless 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 see
   Black fire and horror shot with equal rage
   Among his Angels; and his Throne it self
   Mixt with TARTAREAN Sulphur, and strange fire,
   His own invented Torments. But perhaps
   The way seems difficult and steep to scale
   With upright wing against a higher foe.
   Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drench
   Of that forgetful Lake benumme not still,
   That in our proper motion we ascend
   Up to our native seat: descent and fall
   To us is adverse. Who but felt of late
   When the fierce Foe hung on our brok'n Rear
   Insulting, and pursu'd us through the Deep,
   With what compulsion and laborious flight
   We sunk thus low? Th' ascent is easie then;
   Th' event is fear'd; should we again provoke
   Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may find
   To our destruction: if there be in Hell
   Fear to be worse destroy'd: what can be worse
   Then to dwell here, driv'n out from bliss, condemn'd
   In this abhorred deep to utter woe;
   Where pain of unextinguishable fire