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Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view, Nor the deep tract of Hell, fay firft, what cause Mov'd our grand parents, in that happy ftate, Favor'd of Heav'n fo highly, to fall off

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For one restraint, lords of the world befides?
Who firft feduc'd them to that foul revolt?
Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile,
Stirt'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd
The mother of mankind, what time his pride
Had caft him out from Heav'n, with all his hoft
Of rebel Angels, by whofe aid afpiring
To fet himself in glory' above his peers,
He truited 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. Hin the almighty Power
Hurl'd headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, 45
With hideous ruin and combustion, down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In adamantin chains and penal fire,

Who durft defy th' Omnipotent to arms.

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Nine times the space that measures day and night 50 To mortal men, he with his horrid crew

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Lay vanquilh'd, rolling in the fiery gulf,
Confounded though immortal: But his doom
Referv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of loft happiness and lafting pain
Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes,
That witness'd huge affliction and difinay
Mix'd with obdurate pride and stedfaft hate:
At once, as far as Angels ken, he views

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The difimal fituation wafte and wild;

A dungeon horrible on all fides round

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As one great furnace flam'd, yet from those flames No light, but rather darknefs vifible

Serv'd only to discover fights of woe,

Regions of forrow, doleful fhades, where peace 65
And reft can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning fulphur unconfum'd:
Such place eternal Juftice had prepar'd

For thofe rebellious, here their pris'on ordain'd
In utter darkness, and their portion fet

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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! 75
There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelm'd
With floods and whirlwinds of tempeftuous fire,
He foon discerns, and welt'ring by his fide
One next himself in pow'r, 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 filence thus began.

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If thou beeft he; but O how fall'n! how chang'd
From him, who in the happy realms of light 85
Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst outshine
Myriads though bright! If he, whom mutual league,
United thoughts and counfels, equal hope
And hazard in the glorious enterprise,

Join'd with me once, now mifery hath join'd 90
In equal ru'in into what pit thou feeft
From what highth fall'n, fo much the stronger prov'd

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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

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Can elfe inflict, do I repent or change,
Though chang'd in outward luftre, that fix'd mind,
And high difdain from fenfe of injur'd merit,
That with the Mightieft rais'd me to contend,
And to the fierce contention brought along
Innumerable force of Spirits arın'd,

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That durft diflike his reign, and me preferring,
His utmost pow'r with adverfe pow'r oppos'd
In dubious battel on the plains of Heaven,
And shook his throne. What though the field be loft? 105
All is not loft; th' unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage, never to fubmit or yield,
And what is elle not to be overcome;
That glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and fue for grace
With fuppliant knee, and deify his power,
Who from the terror of this arm fo late
Doubted his empire; that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy' and fhame beneath

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This downfall; fince by fate the ftrength of Gods
And this empyreal fubftance cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event

In arms not worse, in forefight inuch advanc'd,
We may with more fuccesful hope refolve
To wage by force or guile eternal war,
Irreconcileable to our grand foe,

Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heaven.

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So fpake th' apoftate Angel, though in pain, 125
Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair:
And him thus anfwer'd foon his bold compeer.
O Prince, O Chief of many throned Powers,
That led th' imbattel'd Seraphim to war
Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds
Fearless, indanger'd Heav'n's perpetual king,
And put to proof his high fupremacy,
Whether upheld by ftrength, or chance, or fate;
Too well I fee and rue the dire event,
That with fad overthrow and foul defeat

Hath loft us Heav'n, and all this mighty host
In horrible deftruction laid thus low,

As far as Gods and heav'nly effences

Can perish for the mind and spi'rit remains
Invincible, and vigor foon returns,

Though all our glory extinct, and happy ftate
Here swallow'd up in endless misery.

But what if he our conqu'ror, (whom I now
Of force believe almighty, fince no less

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Than fuch could have o'er-pow'r'd fuch force as ours) 145
Have left us this our spi'rit and strength entire
Strongly to fuffer and fupport our pains,
That we may fo fuffice his vengeful ire,
Or do him mightier fervice as his thralls
By right of war, whate'er his bufinefs 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 undiminish'd, or eternal being
To undergo eternal punishment?

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Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-Fiend reply'd.

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Fall'n Cherub, to be weak is miferable
Doing or fuffering: but of this be fure,
To do ought good never will be our task,
But ever to do ill our fole delight,
As being the contrary to his high will
Whom we refift. If then his providence
Out of our evil feek to bring forth good,
Our labor must be to pervert that end,

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And out of good ftill to find means of evil; 165
Which oft-times may fucceed, fo as perhaps

Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
His inmoft counfels from their deftin'd aim.
But fee the angry victor hath recall'd

His minifters of vengeance and pursuit

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Back to the gates of Heav'n: the fulphurous hail
Shot after us in ftorm, o'erblown hath laid
The fiery furge, that from the precipice r
Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling; and the thunder,
Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage, 175
Perhaps hath spent his fhafts, and ceafes now
To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.
Let us not flip th' occafion, whether fcorn,
Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe.

Seeft thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild, 180
The feat of defolation, void of light,

Save what the glimmering of thefe livid flames
Cafts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend
From off the toffing of thefe fiery waves,
There reft, if any reft can harbour there,
And re-affembling our afflicted Powers,
Confult, how we may henceforth most offend
Our enemy, our own lofs how repair,
How overcome this dire calamity,

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