He soon discerns; and, weltering by his side, One next himself in power, and next in crime, Long after known in Palestine, and named 80 Beelzebub. To whom the Arch-Enemy, And thence in Heaven called Satan, with bold words
Breaking the horrid silence, thus began:- "If thou beest he- but Oh how fallen! how changed
From him, who in the happy realms of light 85 Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine
Myriads, though bright! if he whom mutual league,
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise, Joined with me once, now misery hath joined In equal ruin into what pit thou seest From what highth fallen: so much the
All is not lost the unconquerable will, And study1 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 deify his power Who, from the terror of this arm, so late Doubted his empire2— that were low indeed; That were an ignominy and shame beneath This downfall; since by fate the strength of gods
116 And this empyreal substance cannot fail; Since, through experience of this great event, In arms not worse, in foresight much advanced,
1 continued endeavor 2 authority and power 3 divine, cf. 1. 138
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 him mightier service, as his thralls By right of war, whate'er his business be, 150 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 undiminished, or eternal being To undergo eternal punishment?"
Whereto with speedy words the ArchFiend replied:
"Fallen Cherub, to be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering: but of this be sure To do aught 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; 165
Which ofttimes may succeed so as perhaps Shall grieve him, if I fail not,1 and disturb His inmost counsels from their destined aim. But see! the angry Victor hath recalled 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 received us falling; and the thunder,
Winged with red lightning and impetuous
Perhaps hath spent his 2 shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless
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 livid3 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; 185 And, reassembling our afflicted powers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend 5 Our Enemy, our own loss how repair, How overcome this dire calamity, What reinforcement we may gain from hope, If not, what resolution from despair."
Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge 196 As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that warred on Jove, Briareos or Typhon, whom the den
By ancient Tarsus held, or that sea-beast 200 Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean-stream. Him, haply slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, 205 With fixed anchor in his scaly rind,
Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests 10 the sea, and wished morn delays. So stretched out huge in length the Arch- Fiend lay,
1 if I mistake not 2 its 3 blue-black go 5 injure
In billows, leave in the midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air, That felt unusual weight; till on dry land He lights if it were land that ever burned With solid, as the lake with liquid fire, And such appeared in hue, as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus,1 or the shattered side Of thundering Etna, whose combustible And fuelled entrails thence conceiving fire, Sublimed with mineral fury, aid the winds, And leave a singèd bottom all involved 236 With stench and smoke: such resting found the sole
A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, 256 And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: 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 co-partners of our loss, 265 Lie thus astonished2 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 Regained in Heaven, or what more lost in Hell?"
So Satan spake; and him Beëlzebub Thus answered: - "Leader of those armies bright
Which but the Omnipotent none could have foiled,
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 it raged, in all assaults 277 Their surest signal - they will soon resume New courage and revive, though now they lie Grovelling and proŝtrate on yon lake of fire, As we erewhile, astounded and amazed: 281 No wonder, fallen such a pernicious highth!"
He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend
Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield,
Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, 285 Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb
Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening 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 walked with, to support uneasy steps 295 Over the burning marle, not like those steps
On Heaven's azure; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire. Nathless he so endured, till on the beach Of that inflamed sea he stood, and called 300 His legions, angel forms, who lay entranced, Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades High over-arched embower; or scattered sedge Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion' armed Hath vexed the Red-Sea coast, whose waves o'erthrew 306
Busiris and his Memphian chivalry,3 While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld From the safe shore their floating carcases And broken chariot-wheels:
strown, Abject and lost, lay these, covering the flood, Under amazement of their hideous change. He called so loud that all the hollow deep Of Hell resounded: - "Princes, Potentates, Warriors, the Flower of Heaven
If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal Spirits! Or have ye chosen this place After the toil of battle to repose Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find To slumber here, as in the vales of Heaven? Or in this abject posture have ye sworn 322 To adore the Conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and Seraph rolling in the flood With scattered arms and ensigns, till anon 325 His swift pursuers from Heaven-gates discern The advantage, and descending tread us down Thus drooping, or with linked thunderbolts Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf? Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!"
They heard, and were abashed, 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 perceive the evil plight 335 In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their General's voice they soon obeyed Innumerable. As when the potent rod Of Amram's son,4 in Egypt's evil day, Waved round the coast, up called a pitchy cloud
Of locusts, warping on the eastern wind,
1a constellation supposed to cause storms 2 Pharaoh horsemen Moses 5 moving in irregular flight
That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night, and darkened all the land of Nile: So numberless were those bad angels seen Hovering on wing under the cope of Hell, 345 'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding fires; Till, as a signal given, the uplifted spear Of their great Sultan waving to direct Their course, in even balance down they light On the firm brimstone, and fill all the plain: A multitude like which the populous North Poured never from her frozen loins, to pass Rhene1 or the Danaw,2 when her barbarous sons 3
Came like a deluge on the South, and spread Beneath Gibraltar to the Libyan sands. 355 Forthwith, from every squadron and each band,
The heads and leaders thither haste where stood
Their great Commander; godlike shapes,
Roaming to seek their prey on Earth, durst fix Their seats, long after, next the seat of God, Their altars by his altar, gods adored Among the nations round, and durst abide Jehovah thundering out of Sion, throned 386 Between the Cherubim; yea, often placed Within his sanctuary itself their shrines, Abominations; and with cursed things His holy rites and solemn feasts profaned, And with their darkness durst affront his light. 391
First Moloch, horrid king, besmeared with blood
Of human sacrifice, and parents' tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud,
Their children's cries unheard that passed through fire
To his grim idol. Him the Ammonite Worshipped in Rabba and her watery 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 valley of Hinnon, Tophet thence And black Gehenna called, the type of Hell. Next Chemos, the obscene dread of Moab's
The flowery dale of Sibma clad with vines, And Eleale to the Asphaltic pool.2 Peor his other name, when he enticed Israel in Sittim, on their march from Nile, To do him wanton rites, which cost them woe. Yet thence his lustful orgies he enlarged 415 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 bordering flood
Of old Euphrates to the brook that parts 420 Egypt from Syrian ground, had general names Of Baälim 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, 425 Not tied or manacled with joint or limb, Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones,
1 offensive 2 the Dead Sea
Like cumbrous flesh; but, in what shape they choose,
Dilated or condensed, bright or obscure, Can execute their aery purposes, And works of love or enmity fulfil. For those the race of Israel oft forsook Their living Strength, and unfrequented left His righteous altar, bowing lowly down 434 To bestial gods; for which their heads as low Bowed down in battle, sunk before the spear Of despicable foes. With these in troop Came Astoreth, whom the Phoenicians called Astarte, Queen of Heaven, 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 442 Her temple on the offensive mountain, built By that uxorious king1 whose heart, though large,
Beguiled by fair idolatresses, fell
To idols foul. Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded: the love-tale Infected Sion's daughters with like heat, Whose wanton passions in the sacred porch Ezekiel saw, when, by the vision led, His eye surveyed the dark idolatries Of alienated Judah. Next came one Who mourned in earnest, when the captive
Maimed his brute image, head and hands lopt off
In his own temple,3 on the grunsel-edge, 460 Where he fell flat, and shamed his worshippers: Dagon his name, sea-monster, upward man And downward fish; yet had his temple high Reared in Azotus, dreaded through the coast Of Palestine, in Gath and Ascalon, And Accaron and Gaza's frontier bounds. Him followed Rimmon, whose delightful seat Was fair Damascus, on the fertile banks Of Abbana and Pharphar, lucid streams. He also against the house of God was bold: 470 A leper once he lost, and gained a king, Ahaz, his sottish conqueror, whom he drew God's altar to disparage and displace For one of Syrian mode, whereon to burn His odious offerings, and adore the gods
1 Solomon 2 Ezek. viii: 14 3 Cf. Ode on the Nativity, I. 199 threshold 5 Ashdod 6 Naaman
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