The rebel thrones, but greater rage to see

Thus foil'd their mightiest; ours joy fill'd, and shout, Presage of victory, and fierce desire

Of battel: whereat Michael bid sound

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The arch-angel trumpet; through the vast of heaven
It sounded, and the faithful armies rung
Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
The adverse legions, nor less hideous join'd
The horrid shock. Now storming fury rose,
And clamour, such as heard in heaven till now
Was never; arms on armour clashing bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels

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Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery darts in flaming vollies flew,
And flying vaulted either host with fire.
So under fiery cope together rush'd
Both battels main, with ruinous assault
And inextinguishable rage; all heaven
Resounded, and had earth been then, all earth
Had to her center shook. What wonder? when
Millions of fierce encount'ring angels fought
On either side, the least of whom could wield
These elements, and arm him with the force
Of all their regions: how much more of
Army against army numberless to raise
Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb,
Though not destroy, their happy native seat;
Had not the eternal King omnipotent
From his strong hold of heaven high overrul'd

power

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And limited their might; though number'd such,
As each divided legion might have seem'd
A numerous host; in strength each armed hand
A legion; led in fight, yet leader seem'd
Each warrior single as in chief, expert
When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway
Of battel, open when, and when to close
The ridges of grim war; no thought of flight,
None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
That argu'd fear; each on himself rely'd,
As only in his arm the moment lay

Of victory deeds of eternal fame

:

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Were done, but infinite; for wide was spread
That war and various; sometimes on firm ground
A standing fight; then soaring on main wing
Tormented all the air; all air seem'd then
Conflicting fire. Long time in even scale.
The battel hung; till Satan, who that day
Prodigious power had shown, and met in arms
No equal, ranging through the dire attack
Of fighting seraphim confus'd, at length

245

Saw where the sword of Michael smote, and fell'd Squadrons at once; with huge two-handed sway Brandish'd aloft the horrid edge came down

244 Tormented] Tempested. Bentl. MS.

Lod. Bryskett's M. Muse of Thestylis.

'Who, letting loose the winds,

Tost, and tormented the air.' Newton.

245 even scale] v. Eurip. Suppl. v. 706. Tasso, G. Lib. cxx. st. 50. Spens. F. Qu. iv. iii. 37. Todd.

Wide wasting: such destruction to withstand

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He hasted, and oppos'd the rocky orb
Of tenfold adamant, his ample shield,
A vast circumference. At his approach
The great arch-angel from his warlike toil
Surceas'd; and glad, as hoping here to end
Intestine war in heaven, th' arch-foe subdu'd
Or captive drag'd in chains, with hostile frown 260
And visage all inflam'd, first thus began.

Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt,
Unnam'd in heaven, now plenteous as thou seest
These acts of hateful strife, hateful to all,
Though heaviest by just measure on thyself
And thy adherents: how hast thou disturb'd
Heaven's blessed peace, and into nature brought
Misery, uncreated till the crime

Of thy rebellion? how hast thou instill'd
Thy malice into thousands, once upright

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And faithful, now prov'd false? But think not here
To trouble holy rest; heaven casts thee out
From all her confines: heaven the seat of bliss
Brooks not the works of violence and war.
Hence then, and evil go with thee along,
Thy offspring, to the place of evil, hell,
Thou and thy wicked crew; there mingle broils,
Ere this avenging sword begin thy doom,

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Or some more sudden vengeance wing'd from GOD Precipitate thee with augmented pain.

So spake the prince of angels; to whom thus The adversary. Nor think thou with wind.

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Of

aery threats to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not. Hast thou turn'd the least of these

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To flight, or if to fall, but that they rise
Unvanquish'd? easier to transact with me
That thou shouldst hope, imperious, and with threats
To chase me hence? err not that so shall end
The strife which thou call'st evil, but we style
The strife of glory: which we mean to win,
Or turn this heaven itself into the hell
Thou fablest; here however to dwell free,
If not to reign: meanwhile thy utmost force,
And join him nam'd Almighty to thy aid,
I fly not, but have sought thee far and nigh. 295
They ended parley and both address'd for fight
Unspeakable; for who, though with the tongue
Of angels, can relate, or to what things

Liken on earth conspicuous, that may lift
Human imagination to such highth

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Of godlike power? for likest gods they seem'd,
Stood they or mov'd, in stature, motion, arms,
Fit to decide the empire of great heaven.
Now wav'd their fiery swords, and in the air
Made horrid circles; two broad suns their shields
Blaz'd opposite, while expectation stood

306

296 address'd] Spens. F. Qu. v. ii. 12.

' And straighte himselfe unto the fight addrest.'

Todd.

306 expectation] So Shakesp. Hen. V.

'For now sits expectation in the air.'

And Beaum. and Fletch. Boadicea, act iii. scene i.
'And expectation like the Roman eagle
Took stand'
Newton. Todd.

In horror; from each hand with speed retir'd,
Where erst was thickest fight, th' angelic throng,
And left large field, unsafe within the wind
Of such commotion, such as, to set forth

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Great things by small, if, nature's concord broke,
Among the constellations war were sprung,
Two planets, rushing from aspect malign
Of fiercest opposition, in mid sky

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Should combat, and their jarring spheres confound.
Together both, with next to Almighty arm,
Uplifted imminent, one stroke they aim'd
That might determine, and not need repeat,
As not of power, at once; nor odds appear'd
In might or swift prevention; but the sword
Of Michael from the armoury of GoD

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Was giv'n him temper'd so, that neither keen
Nor solid might resist that edge: it met
The sword of Satan with steep force to smite
Descending, and in half cut sheer; nor stay'd, 325
But with swift wheel reverse, deep ent'ring, shar'd
All his right side; then Satan first knew pain,
And writh'd him to and fro convolv'd; so sore
The griding sword with discontinuous wound

317 imminent] Virg. Æn. vi. 602

'Quos super atra silex, jam jam lapsura, cadentique

Imminet assimilis.'

329 griding] Spens. F. Q. ii. viii. 36.

Newton.

'That through his thigh the mortal steel did gride.'

320 discontinuous wound]

'Oceano dissociabili.

Newton.

Compare an expression of Horace,
Ode iii. b. i.
A. Dyce.