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 changed in outward lustre, that fix'à mind,
And high disdain from sense of injured merit,
That with the Nightiest raised me to contend,
And to the fierce contention brought along
Innumerable furce of spirits arm’d,
That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring,
His utmost power with adverse power opposed
In dubious battle on the plains of heaven,
And shook his throne. What though the field be lost
All is not lost; the unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal bate
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 deify his power,
Who from the terror of this arm so late
Doubted his empire. That were low indeed!
That were an igriominy, and shame beneath
This downfall ! since by fate the strength of gods,
And ibis empyreal substance cannot fail ;
Since through experience of this great event
In arms not worse, in foresight much advanced,
We may with more successful hope resolve
To wage by force or guile eternal war,
Irreconcileable to our grand foe,
Who now triumphs, and, in the excess of joy
Sole reigning, holds the tyranny of heaven.”

So spake the apostale angel, though in pain, Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair; And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer :

O prince! O chief of many throned powers, That led the embattled seraphim to war Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds Fearless, endanger'd beaven's perpetual King, And put to proof his high supremacy, Wueiber upheld by strength, or chance, or fute !

Too well I see, and rue the dire event,
That withi sad overthrow, and foul defeat,
Hath lost us heaven; and all this mighty host
In horrible destruction laid thus low,
As far as gods and heavenly essences
Can perish: for the mind and spirit remain
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 Conqueror (whom I now
Of force believe Almighty, since no less
Than such could have o'erpower'd such force as ours)
Have left us this our spirit and strength entire
Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
Or do bim mightier service as his thralls
By right of war, whate'er his business be,
Here in the heart of hell to work in fire,
Or do bis errands in the gloomy deep?
What can it then avail, though yet we feel
Strength undiminish'd, or eternal being,
To undergo eternal punishment ?"
Whereto with speedy words the arch-fiend replied :

“ Fall'n cherub, 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 ilt 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 evily
Which oft-times may succeed, so as perhaps
Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
His inmost counsels from their destined aim.
But see, the angry Victor hath recallid
His ministers of vengeance and pursuit
Back to the gates of heaven: the sulphurous hail,
Shot after us in storm, o'erblown, hath laid
The fiery surge, that from the precipice
Of heaven receiv'è us falling; and the thunders:

Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage,
Perhaps hath spect bis shafts, and ceases now
To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.
Let us not slip the occasion, whether scorn
Or satiate fury yield it from our foe.
Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild,
The seat of desolation, void 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 barbour there:
And, re-assembling our afficted 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 bope;
If not, what resolution from despair.”

Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate,
With head up-list above the waves, and eyes
That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides
Prone on the flood, extending 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;
Briareos, or Typhon, whom the den
By ancient Tarsus held ; or that sea-beast
Leviathan, which God of all his works
Created hugest that swim the ocean stream ::
(Him, haply, sluinbering on the Norway foam,
The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff
Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell
With fixed anchor in his scaly rind
Moors by his side under the lee, while night
Invests the sea, and wished moro-delays :)
So stretch'd out buge in length the arch-fiend lay
Cbain'd on the burning lake.: nor ever thence
Had risen, or heaved his lead; 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, enraged, might see
How all his malice served but to bring forth
Infinite goodness, grace, and mercy, shown
On man by bim seduc'd; 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 fames,
Driven backward, slope their pointing spires, and

roll'd
In billows, leave i' th' midst a horrid vale.
Then with expanded wings be steers his fight
Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air,
That felt unusual weiglit; 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 bue, as when the force.
Of subterranean wind transports a hill
Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side
Of thundering Ætna, whose combustible-
And fuell'd entrails thence conceiving fire,
Sublimed with mineral fury, aid the winds,
And leave a singed bottom all involved
With stench and smoke : such resting found the sole-
Of upblest feet! Him follow'd his next mate:
Both glorying to-bave 'scaped 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 archangeli “this the seat That we must change for heaven; this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be it so, since be Who now is Sovereign, can dispose and bid What shall be right; farthest from him is best, Whom reason hath equalld, force hath made supreme.. Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells ! Hail horrors! hail Infernal world! and thou profoundest hell, Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time: The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of beli, a hell of heaven...

What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be ; all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; the Almighty bath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us bence :
Here we may reign secure; and, in my choice,
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell :
Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven!
But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
"The associates and copartners of our loss,
Lie thus astonish'd on the 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
Regain'd in heaven, or what more lost in hell?”

So Satan spake, and him Beelzebub
Thus answer'd : “ Leader of those armies bright,
Which but the Omnipotent none could have foild,
If once they hear that voice, their liveliest pledge
Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft
In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
Of battle when raged, in all assaults
Their surest signal, they will soon resume
New courage and revive; though now they lie
Grov'ling and prostrate on yon lake of fire,
As we erewhile, astounded and amaz’d;
No wonder, fall’n such a pernicious beight!"

He scarce had ceased when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore : his pond'rous shield Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Bebind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, wliose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesolé, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, on her spotty globe. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great admiral, were but a wand, He walk'd with, to support upeasy steps Over the burning warle, (not like those steps