But live content, which is the calmest life: But pain is perfect misery, the worst
Of evils, and, excessive, overturns
All patience. He, who therefore can invent With what more forcible we may offend Our yet unwounded enemies, or arm Ourselves with like defence, to me deserves No less than for deliverance what we owe. Whereto with look composed Satan replied. Not uninvented that, which thou aright Believest so main to our success, I bring. Which of us who beholds the bright surface Of this ethereous mould whereon we stand, This continent of spacious Heaven, adorn'd With plant, fruit, flower ambrosial, gems, and gold; Whose eye so superficially surveys
These things, as not to mind from whence they grow Deep under ground, materials dark and crude, Of spiritous and fiery spume, till touch'd
With Heaven's ray, and temper'd, they shoot forth So beauteous, opening to the ambient light? These in their dark nativity the deep
Shall yield us, pregnant with infernal flame; Which, into hollow engines, long and round, Thick ramm'd, at the other bore with touch of fire Dilated and infuriate, shall send forth From far, with thundering noise, among our foes Such implements of mischief, as shall dash To pieces, and o'erwhelm whatever stands A dverse, that they shall fear we have disarm'd
The Thunderer of his only dreaded bolt. Nor long shall be our labour; yet ere dawn, Effect shall end our wish. Meanwhile revive; Abandon fear; to strength and counsel join'd Think nothing hard, much less to be despair'd.
He ended, and his words their drooping cheer Enlighten'd, and their languish'd hope revived. The invention all admired, and each, how he To be the inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd Once found, which yet unfound most would have Impossible: Yet, haply, of thy race [thought
In future days, if malice should abound, Some one intent on mischief, or inspired With devilish machination, might devise Like instrument to plague the sons of men For sin, on war and mutual slaughter bent. Forthwith from council to the work they flew ; None arguing stood; innumerable hands Were ready; in a moment up they turn'd Wide the celestial soil, and saw beneath The originals of nature in their crude Conception; sulphurous and nitrous foam They found, they mingled, and, with subtle art, Concocted and adusted, they reduced
To blackest grain, and into store convey'd : Part bidden veins digg'd up (nor hath this earth Entrails unlike) of mineral and stone,
Whereof to found their engines and their balls Of missive ruin; part incentive reed
Provide, pernicious with one touch to fire.
So all ere day-spring, under conscious night, Secret they finish'd, and in order set,
With silent circumspection, unespied.
Now when fair morn orient in Heaven appear'd,
Up rose the victor-Angels, and to arms
The matin trumpet sung: in arms they stood
Of golden panoply, refulgent host,
Soon banded; others from the dawning hills
Look round, and scouts each coast light-armed scour, Each quarter to descry the distant foe, Where lodged, or whither fled, or if for fight, In motion or in halt: Him soon they met Under spread ensigns moving nigh, in slow But firm battalion; back with speediest sail Zophiel, of Cherubim the swiftest wing, Came flying, and in mid air aloud thus cried.
Arm, Warriors, arm for fight; the foe at hand, Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit This day; fear not his flight; so thick a cloud He comes, and settled in his face I see Sad resolution, and secure: Let each
His adamantine coat gird well, and each
Fit well his helm, gripe fast his orbed shield, Borne even or high; for this day will pour down, If I conjecture aught, no drizzling shower, But rattling storm of arrows barb'd with fire.
So warn'd he them, aware themselves, and soon In order, quit of all impediment;
Instant without disturb they took alarm,
And onward moved embattled: When behold!
Not distant far with heavy pace the foe Approaching gross and huge, in hollow cube Training his devilish enginery, impaled
On every side with shadowing squadrons deep, To hide the fraud. At interview both stood Awhile; but suddenly at head appear'd Satan, and thus was heard commanding loud. Vanguard, to right and left the front unfold; That all may see who hate us, how we seek Peace and composure, and with open breast Stand ready to receive them, if they like Our overture; and turn not back perverse : But that I doubt; however witness, Heaven! Heaven, witness thou anon! while we discharge Freely our part: ye, who appointed stand, Do as you have in charge, and briefly touch What we propound, and loud that all may hear! So scoffing in ambiguous words, he scarce Had ended; when to right and left the front Divided, and to either flank retired;
Which to our eyes discover'd, new and strange, A triple mounted row of pillars laid
On wheels (for like to pillars most they seem'd, Or hollow'd bodies made of oak or fir, With branches lopp'd, in wood or mountain fell'd), Brass, iron, stony mould, had not their mouths With hideous orifice gaped on us wide, Portending hollow truce: At each behind A Seraph stood, and in his hand a reed
Stood waving tipp'd with fire: while we, suspense,
Collected stood within our thoughts amused, Not long; for sudden all at once their reeds Put forth, and to a narrow vent applied With nicest touch. Immediate in a flame, But soon obscured with smoke, all Heaven appear'd, From those deep-throated engines belch'd, whose roar Embowel'd with outrageous noise the air, And all her entrails tòre, disgorging foul Their devilish glut, chain'd thunderbolts and hail Of iron globes; which, on the victor host Level'd, with such impetuous fury smote,
That, whom they hit, none on their feet might stand, Though standing else as rocks, but down they fell By thousands, Angel on Archangel roll'd; The sooner for their arms; unarm'd, they might Have easily, as Spirits, evaded swift
By quick contraction or remove; but now Foul dissipation follow'd, and forced rout; Nor served it to relax their serried files. What should they do? if on they rush'd, repulse Repeated, and indecent overthrow
Doubled, would render them yet more despised, And to their foes a laughter; for in view Stood rank'd of Seraphim another row, In posture to displode their second tire Of thunder: Back defeated to return They worse abhorr'd. Satan beheld their plight, And to his mates thus in derision call'd.
O Friends! why come not on these victors proud? Ere while they fierce were coming; and when we,
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