Which of those rebel Spirits adjudged to Hell Com'st thou, escaped thy prison? and, transformed, Why sat'st thou like an enemy in wait, Here watching at the head of these that sleep? Know ye not then, said Satan, filled with scorn, Your message, like to end as much in vain ? pure; 823 831 To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn. So spake the Cherub; and his grave rebuke, VOL. I. and pined 840 848 L His loss; but chiefly to find here observed The Fiend replied not, overcome with rage; O friends! I hear the tread of nimble feet But faded splendour wan; who by his gait And fierce demeanour seems the Prince of Hell, Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours. 849 857 866 He scarce had ended, when those two approached, 874 |