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Of glimmering air, less vex'd with tempest loud: And flutter'd into rags, then reliques, beads,
Here walk'd the Fiend at large in spacious field. Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls,
As when a vulture, on Imaus bred,

The sport of winds: all these upwhirl'd aloft Whose snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds, Fly o'er the backside of the world far off Dislodging from a region scarce of prey,

Into a limbo large and broad, since callid To gorge the flesh of lambs or yeanling kids The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown On hills where flocks are fed, flies tow'rds the springs Long after, now unpeopled and untrod. Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams;

All this dark globe the Fiend found as he pass'd, But in his way lights on the barren plains

And long he wander'd, till at last a gleam Of Sericana, where Chineses drive

Of dawning light turn'd thither-ward in haste
With sails and wind their cany waggons light: His travell’d steps: far distant he descries
So on this windy sea of land the Fiend

Ascending by degrees magnificent
Walk'd up and down alone, bent on his prey; Up to the wall of Heav'n a structure high;
Alone, for other creature in this place

At top whereof, but far more rich, appear'd
Living or lifeless to be found was none;

The work as of a kingly palace gate, None yet, but store hereafter from the earth

With frontispiece of diamond and gold Up hither like aereal vapours flew

Embellish'd; thick with sparkling orient gems Of all things transitory and vain, when sin

The portal shone, inimitable on earth
With vanity had fillid the works of men ;

By model, or by shading pencil drawn.
Both all things vain, and all who in vain things The stairs were such as whereon Jacob saw
Built their fond hopes of glory, or lasting fame, Angels ascending and descending, bands
Or happiness in this or th' other life;

Of guardians bright when he from Esau fled
All who have their reward on earth, the fruits To Padan-Aram, in the field of Luz,
Of painful superstition and blind zeal,

Dreaming by night under the open sky, Nought seeking but the praise of men, here find And waking cry'd, This is the gate of Heaven. Fit retribution, empty as their deeds ;

Each stair mysteriously was meant, nor stood All th' unaccomplish'd works of Nature's hand, There always, but drawn up to Heav'n sometimes Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mix’d,

Viewless, and underneath a bright sea flow'd Dissolv'd on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,

Of jasper, or of liquid pearl, whereon Till final dissolution, wander here,

Who after came from earth, sailing arriv'd, Notin the neighbouring moon,as some have dream'd; Wafted by angels, or flew o'er the lake Those argent fields more likely habitants,

Rapt in a chariot drawn by fiery steeds. Translated saints, or middle spirits hold

The stairs were then let down, whether to dare Betwixt th' angelical and human kind.

The fiend by easy ascent, or aggravate
Hither of ill-join'd sons and daughters born

His sad exclusion from the doors of bliss :
First from the ancient world those giants came Direct against which open’d from beneath,
With many a vain exploit, tho' then renown'd: Just o'er the blissful seat of Paradise,
The builders next of Babel on the plain

A passage down to th' earth, a passage wide, Of Sennaar, and still with vain design

Wider by far than that of after times
New Babels, had they wherewithal, would build : Over mount Sion, and, tho' that were large,
Others came single ; he who, to be deem'd

Over the Promis'd Land, to God so dear,
A god, leapt fondly into Ætna flames,

By which, to visit oft those happy tribes, Empedocles; and he who to enjoy

On high behests his angels to and fro Plato's Elysium, leapt into the sea,

Pass'd frequent, and his eye with choice regard Cleombrotus ; and many more too long,

From Paneas, the fount of Jordan's flood Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars

To Beersaba, where the Holy Land White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery.. Borders on Egypt and th’ Arabian shore ; Here pilgrims roam, that stray'd so far to seek So wide the opening seem'd, where bounds were set In Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heav'n;

To darkness such as bound the ocean wave. And they who, to be sure of Paradise,

Satan from hence, now on the lower stair Dying put on the weeds of Dominic,

That scal’d by steps of gold to Heaven gate, Or in Franciscan think to pass disguis’d.

Looks down with wonder at the sudden view They pass the planets sev'n, and pass the fix'd, Of all this world at once. As when a scout And that crystalline sphere whose balance weighs Through dark and desart ways with peril gone The trepidation talk'd, and that first mov'd;

All night, at last by break of cheerful dawn And now Saint Peter at Heav'n's wicket seems Obtains the brow of some high-climbing hill, To wait them with his keys, and now at foot Which to his eye discovers unaware Of Heav'n's ascent they lift their feet, when lo The goodly prospect of some foreign land A violent cross wind from either coast

First seen, or some renown'd metropolis Blows them transverse ten thousand leagues awry With glist'ring spires and pinnacles adorn'd, Into the devious air; then might ye see

Which now the rising sun gilds with his beams : Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers tost, Such wonder seiz'd, tho' after Heaven seen,

The sp'rit malign, but much more envy seiz'd, For sight no obstacle found here, or shade,
At sight of all this world beheld so fair.

But all sunshine; as when his beams at noon
Round he surveys (and well might, where he stood Culminate from th’equator; as they now
So high above the circling canopy

Shot upward still direct, whence no way round Of night's extended shade) from eastern point Shadow from body opaque can fall, and th' air Of Libra to the fleecy star that bears

(No where so clear) sharpen’d his visual ray Andromeda far off Atlantic seas

To objects distant far, whereby he soon Beyond th' horizon; then from pole to pole

Saw within ken a glorious angel stand, He views in breadth, and without longer pause The same whom John saw also in the sun: Downright into the world's first region throws His back was turn'd, but not his brightness hid: His flight precipitant, and winds with ease

Of beaming sunny rays a golden tiar Through the pure marble air his oblique way Circl'd his head, nor less his locks behind Amongst innumerable stars, that shone

Ilustrious on his shoulders, fledge with wings, Stars distant, but nigh hand seem'd other worlds: Lay waving round: on some great charge employ'd Or other worlds they seem'd, or happy isles, He seem'd, or fixed in cogitation deep. Like those Hesperian gardens fam’d of old,

Glad was the spirit impure, as now in hope Fortunate fields, and groves, and flow'ry vales, To find who might direct his wand'ring flight Thrice happy isles, but who dwelt happy there To Paradise, the happy seat of man, He stay'd not to enquire: above them all

His journey's end, and our beginning woe. The golden sun in splendour likest Heaven

But first he casts to change his proper shape, Allur'd his eye: thither his course he bends Which else might work him danger, or delay: Through the calm firmament (but up or down, And now a stripling cherub he appears, By centre, or eccentric, hard to tell,

Not of the prime, yet such as in his face Or longitude) where the great luminary

Youth smil'd celestial, and to every limb Aloof the vulgar constellations thick,



diffus'd, so well he feign'd. That from his lordly eye keep distance due, Under a coronet his flowing hair Dispenses light from far; they, as they move In curls on either cheek play'd; wings he wore Their starry dance in numbers that compute Clamp Of many a colour'd plume, sprinkl'd with gold: Days, months, and years, tow'rds his all-cheering His habit fit for speed succinct, and held Turn swift their various motions, or are turn'd Before his decent steps a silver wend. By bis magnetic beam, that gently warms

He drew not nigh unheard, the angel bright, The universe, and to each inward part

Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turn'd, With gentle penetration, though unseen,

Admonish'd by his ear; and straight was known Shoots invisible virtue ev'n to the deep;

Th' archangel Uriel, one of the sev'n So wondrously was set his station bright.

Who in God's presence nearest to his throne, There lands the fiend, a spot like which perhaps Stand ready at command, and are his eyes Astronomer in the sun's lucent orb

That run through all the heav'ns, or down to the Through his glaz'd optic tube yet never saw. Bear his swift errands, over moist and dry, (earth The place he found beyond expression bright, O'er sea and land: him Satan thus accosts: Compar'd with aught on earth, metal or stone, Uriel ! for thou of those sev'n spirits that stand Not all parts like, but all alike inform’d

In sight of God's high throne, gloriously bright, With radiant light, as glowing iron with fire; The first art wont his great authentic will If metal, part seem'd gold, part silver clear; Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring, If stone, carbuncle most or crysolite,

Where all his sons thy embassy attend: Ruby or topaz, to the twelve that shone

And here art likeliest by supreme decree In Aaron's breast-plate, and a stone besides

Like honour to obtain, and as his eye, Imagin'd rather oft than elsewhere seen,

To visit oft this new creation round; That stone, or like to that, which here below Unspeakable desire to see, and know Philosophers in vain so long have sought,

All these his wondrous works, but chiefly man, In Fain, though by their powerful art they bind His chief delight and favour; him, for whom Volatile Hermes, and call up unbound,

All these his works so wondrous he ordain'd, In various shapes, old Proteus from the sea, Hath brought me from the choirs of Cherubim Drain'd through a limbec to his naked form. Alone thus wandering: brightest Seraph! tell, What wonder then if fields and regions here

In which of all these shining orbs hath man
Breathe forth elixir pure, and rivers run

His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none,
Potable gold, when with one virtuous touch But all these shining orbs his choice to dwell;
T'arch-chemic sun, so far from us remote,

That I may find him, and with secret gaze,
Produces, with terrestrial humour mix'd,

Or open admiration, him behold Here in the dark so many precious things

On whom the great Creator hath bestow'd Of colour glorious, and effect so rare ?

Worlds, and on whom hath all these graces pour’d; Here matter new to gaze the devil met

That both in him, and all things, as is meet, l'ndazzled : far and wide his eye commands,

The universal Maker we may praise;


Who justly hath driven out his rebel foes

Took leave, and tow'rd the coast of Earth beneath, To deepest Hell; and, to repair that loss,

Down from th' ecliptic, sped with hop'd success, Created this new happy race of men

Throws his steep flight in many an airy wheel; To serve him better: wise are all his ways !

Nor staid, till on Niphates' top he lights.
So spake the false dissembler unperceiv'd;
For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy (the only evil that walks

SATAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN. Invisible, except to God alone,

O thou that with surpassing glory crown'd, By his permissive will, through Heaven and Earth: Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the God And oft though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity

Hide their diminish'd heads; to thee I call, Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, Where no ill seems) which now for once beguild O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy bears, Uriel, though regent of the sun, and held

That bring to my remembrance from what state The sharpest-sighted spirit of all in Heav'n: I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere; Who to the fraudulent impostor foul,

Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, In his uprightness answer thus return'd.

Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless King; Fair Angel! thy desire which tends to know Ah wherefore! he desery'd no such return The works of God, thereby to glorify

From me, whom he created what I was The great work-master, leads to no excess

In that bright eminence, and with his good That reaches blame, but rather merits praise Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. The more it seems excess, that led thee hither What could be less than to afford him praise, From thy empyreal mansion thus alone,

The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, To witness with thine eyes what some perhaps, How due! yet all his good prov'd ill in me, Contented with report, hear only in Heav'n: And wrought but malice; lifted up so high, For wonderful indeed are all his works!

I disdain'd subjection, and thought one step higher Pleasant to know, and worthiest to be all

Would set me high’st, and in a noment quit Had in remembrance always with delight.

The debt immense of endless gratitude, But, what created mind can comprehend

So burdensome still paying, still to owe, Their number, or the wisdom infinite

Forgetful what from him I still receiv’d, That brought them forth, but hid their causes deep? And understood not that a grateful mind I saw when at his word the formless mass,

By owing owes not, but still pays, at once This world's material mould, came to a heap; Indebted and discharg'd; what burden then? Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar

O had his pow'rful destiny ordain'd Stood rul'd, stood vast infinitude confin'd:

Me some inferior Angel, I had stood Till at his second bidding darkness fled,

Then happy; no unbounded hope had rais'd Light shone, and order from disorder sprung. Ambition. Yet, why not? some other power Swift to their several quarters hasted then

As great might have aspir'd, and me, though mean, The cumbrous elements, earth, flood, air, fire, Drawn to his part; but other pow'rs as great And this ethereal quintessence of Heav'n

Fell not, but stand unshaken, from within Flew upward, spirited with various forms,

Or from without, to all temptations arm’d. That rollid orbicular, and turn'd to stars,

Hadst thou the same free will and pow'r to stand ? Numberless, as thou seest, and how they move; Thou hadst; whom hast thou then, or what, t'accuse, Each had his place appointed, each his course; But Heav'n's free love dealt equally to all ? The rest in circuit walls this universe.

Be then his love accurs'd, since love or hate,
Look downward on that globe whose hither side To me alike, it deals eternal woe.
With light from hence, tho' but reflected, shines : Nay curs'd be thou ; since against his thy will
That place is earth, the seat of man; that light Chose freely what it now so justly rues.
His day, which else, as th' other hemisphere, Me miserable! which way shall I dy
Night would invade; but there the neighbouring Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
(So call that opposite fair star) her aid (moon Which way I fy is hell; myself am hell;
Timely interposes, and her monthly round

And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still ending, still renewing through mid Heav'n, Still threatning to devour me opens wide,
With borrow'd light her countenance triform To which the hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.
Hence fills, and empties, to enlighten th' Earth, O then at last relent: is there no place
And in her pale dominion checks the night. Left for repentance, none for pardon left?
That spot to which I point is Paradise,

None left but by submission; aud that word
Adam's abode, those lofty shades his bow'r; Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame
Thy way thou can'st not miss, me mine requires. Among the Sp'rits beneath, whom I seduc'd

Thus said, he turn'd; and Satan bowing low With other promises and other vaunts (As to superior spirits is wont in Heav'n,

Than to submit, boasting I could subdue Where honour due and reverence none neglects) Th' Omnipotent. Ay me, they little know


How dearly I abide that boast so vain,

And higher than that wall a circling row Under what torments inwardly I groan,

Of goodliest trees, loaden with fairest fruit, While they adore me on the throne of Hell, Blossoms and fruits at once of golden hue, With diadem and sceptre high advanc'd,

Appear'd, with gay enamel'd colours mix’d: The lower still I fall, only supreme

On which the sun more glad impress'd his beams In misery ; such joy ambition finds.

Than in fair evening cloud, or humid bow, But say I could repent, and could obtain

When God hath show'r'd the earth ; so lovely seem'd
By act of grace my former state ; how soon That landskip: and of pure, now purer air
Would height recal high thoughts, how soon unsay

Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires
What feign'd submission swore : ease would recant Vernal delight and joy, able to drive
Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

All sadness but despair: now gentle gales,
For never can true reconcilement grow,

Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep; Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Which would but lead me to a worse relapse Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail And heavier fall: so should I purchase dear Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Short intermission bought with double smart.

Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow This knows my punisher; therefore as far

Sabean odours from the spicy shore From granting he, as I from begging peace :

Of Araby the blest ; with such delay (league, All hope excluded thus, behold instead

Well pleas'd they slack their course, and many a Of us out-cast, exild, his new delight,

Cheer'd with the grateful smell, old Ocean smiles : Mankind created, and for him this world.

So entertain'd those odorous sweets the Fiend So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Who came their bane, though with them better Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;

Than Asmodëus with the fishy fume (pleasid Evil be thou my good; by thee at least

That drove him, tho' enamour'd, from the spouse Divided empire with Heav'n's King I hold,

Of Tobit's son, and with a vengeance sent By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign; From Media post to Egypt, there fast bound. As man ere long, and this new world, shall know. Now to th' ascent of that steep savage hill

Satan had journey'd on, pensive and slow;

But further way found none, so thick intwin'd, SATAN'S ENTRANCE INTO PARADISE. As one continued brake, the undergrowth

Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his face Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplex'd Thrice chang'd with pale, ire, envy, and despair ; All path of man or beast that pass'd that way: Which marr’d his borrow'd visage, and betray'd One gate there only was, and that look'd east, Him counterfeit, if any eye beheld:

On th' other side: which, when th' arch-felon saw, For heav'nly minds from such distempers foul Due entrance he disdain'd, and in contempt, Are ever clear. Whereof he soon aware,

At one slight bound, high over-leap'd all bound Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calm, Of hill or highest wall, and sheer within Artificer of fraud, and was the first

Lights on his feet. As when a prowling wolf, That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Whom hunger drives to seek new haunt for prey, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge: Watching where shepherds pen their flocks at eve Yet not enough had practis'd to deceive

In hurdled cots amid the fields secure,
Uriel once warn'd; whose eye pursu'd him down Leaps o'er the fence with ease into the fold :'
The way he went, and on th’ Assyrian mount Or as a thief, bent to unboard the cash
Saw him disfigur’d, more than could befal

Of some rich burgher, whose substantial doors, Spirit of happy sort: his gestures fierce

Cross-barr'd and bolted fast, fear no assault, He mark’d, and mad demeanour, then alone, In at the window climbs, or o'er the tiles: As he suppos'd, all unobserv'd, unseen.

So clomb this first grand thief into God's fold; So on he fares, and to the border comes

So since into his church lewd hirelings climb. Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,

Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life, Now nearer, crowns with her inclosure green,

The middle tree, and highest there that grew, As with a rural mound, the champain head

Sat like a cormorant: yet not true life of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides

Thereby regain'd, but sat devising death With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, To them who liv’d; nor on the virtue thought Access deny'd; and over-head up grew

Of that life-giving plant, but only us'd Insuperable height of loftiest shade,

For prospect, what, well us’d, had been the pledge Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, Of immortality. So little knows A sylvan scene; and as the ranks ascend

Any, but God alone, to value right Shade above shade, a woody theatre

The good before him, but perverts best things Of stateliest view. Yet higher than their tops To worst abuse, or to their meanest use. The verd'rous wall of Paradise up sprung:

Beneath him with new wonder now he views, Which to our general sire gave prospect large To all delight of human sense expos’d Into his nether empire neighb'ring round.

In narrow room, Nature's whole wealth, yea more, A Heav'n on Earth: for blissful Paradise

Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flow'rs, Of God the garden was, by him in th' east

Herself a fairer flow'r, by gloomy Dis Of Eden planted; Eden stretch'd her line

Was gather’d; which cost Ceres all that pain From Auran eastward to the royal towers

To seek her through the world: nor that sweet grove Of Great Seleucia, built by Grecian kings,

Of Daphne by Orontes, and th' inspir'd Or where the sons of Eden long before

Castalian spring, might with this Paradise Dwelt in Telassar; in this pleasant soil

Of Eden strive: nor that Nyseian isle His far more pleasant garden God ordain'd.

Girt with the river Triton, where old Cham, Out of the fertile ground he caus’d to grow

(Whom Gentiles Ammon call, and Libyan Jove) All trees of noblest kind, for sight, smell, taste ; Hid Amalthea, and her florid son And all amid them stood the tree of life,

Young Bacchus, from his stepdame Rhea's eye: High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit

Nor where Abassin kings their issue guard, Of vegetable gold; and next to life,

Mount Amara (though this by some suppos'd Our death, the tree of knowledge grew fast by, True Paradise) under the Æthiop line Knowledge of good, bought dear by knowing ill. By Nilus head, inclos'd with shining rock, Southward through Eden went a river large, A whole day's journey high; but wide remote Nor chang'd his course, but through the shaggy hill From this Assyrian garden : where the Fiend Pass'd underneath ingulf’d; for God had thrown Saw undelighted all delight, all kind That mountain as his garden mould high rais'd Of living creatures, new to sight, and strange. Upon the rapid current, which through veins

Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, of porous earth with kindly thirst up drawn, Godlike erect! with native honour clad Rose a fresh fountain, and with many a rill

In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all : Water'd the garden ; thence united fell

And worthy seem'd; for in their looks divine Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, The image of their glorious Maker shone, Which from his darksome passage now appears

Truth, wisdom, sanctitude, severe and pure ;
And now divided into four main streams,

Severe, but in true filial freedom plac'd,
Runs diverse, wand'ring many a famous realm Whence true authority in men: though both
And country, whereof here needs no account; Not equal, as their sex not equal seem'd:
But rather to tell how, if art could tell,

For contemplation he, and valour form’d;
How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, For softness she, and sweet attractive grace ;
Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold

He, for God only; she for God in him. With mazy error under pendent shades,

His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed

Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Flow'rs worthy of Paradise, which not nice art Round from his parted forelock manly hung In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon

Clust'ring, but not beneath his shoulders broad :
Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain, She as a veil, down to the slender waist
Both where the morning sun first warmly smote Her unadorned golden tresses wore,
The open field, and where the unpierc'd shade Disheveld; but in wanton ringlets wavid,
Inbrown'd the noon-tide bow'rs: Thus was this As the vine curls her tendrils, which imply'd
A happy rural seat of various view; [place Subjection, but required with gentle sway;
Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd:

Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
Others, whose fruit burnished with golden rind And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
Hung amiable, Hesperian fables true,

Nor those mysterious parts were then conceal'd; If true, here only, and of delicious taste.

Then was not guilty shame, dishonest shame Betwixt them lawns, or level downs, and flocks Of Nature's works: honour dishonourable! Grazing the tender herb, were interpos’d:

Sin-bred ! how have ye troubled all mankind Or palmy hilloc, or the flow'ry lap

With shews instead, mere shews of seeming pure, Of some irriguous valley spread her store :

And banish'd from man's life his happiest life, Flow'rs of all hue, and without thorn the rose. Simplicity and spotless innocence? Another side, umbrageous grots, and caves

So pass'd they naked on, nor shunn'd the sight Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine of God or angel, for they thought no ill. Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps So hand in hand they pass’d, the loveliest pair Luxuriant: mean while murm'ring waters fall That ever since in love's embraces met; Down the slope hills, dispers'd or in a lake, Adam the goodliest man of men since born (That to the fringed bank with myrtle crown'd His sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve. Her crystal mirror holds) unite their streams. Under a tuft of shade, that on a green The birds their choir apply: airs, vernal airs, Stood whisp'ring soft, by a fresh fountain side Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune They sat them down ; and after no more toil The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance,

of their sweet gard’ning labour than suffic'd

To recommend cool zephyr, and made ease Led on th' eternal spring. Not that fair field More easy, wholesome thirst and appetite

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