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More tolerable; if there be cure or charm
To respite, or deceive, or slack the pain
Of this ill mansion. Intermit no watch
Against a wakeful foe, while I abroad

Through all the coasts of dark destruction seek
Deliverance for us all. This enterprise

None shall partake with me.' Thus saying, rose
The monarch, and prevented all reply;
Prudent, lest, from his resolution rais'd,
Others among the chief might offer now
(Certain to be refus'd) what erst they fear'd;
And, so refus'd, might in opinion stand
His rivals, winning cheap the high repute,
Which he, through hazard huge, must earn.
Dreaded not more the adventure than his voice
Forbidding; and at once with him they rose.
Their rising all at once was as the sound

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Of thunder heard remote. Towards him they bend

With awful reverence prone; and as a god

Extol him equal to the Highest in Heaven:

Nor fail'd they to express how much they prais'd

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That for the general safety he despis'd

His own for neither do the spirits damn'd

Lose all their virtue; lest bad men should boast

Their specious deeds on earth, which glory excites,

Or close ambition varnish'd o'er with zeal.

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Thus they their doubtful consultations dark

Ended, rejoicing in their matchless chief.

As when from mountain-tops the dusky clouds

Ascending, while the north wind sleeps, o'erspread
Heaven's cheerful face, the louring element

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Scowls o'er the darken'd landskip snow or shower;
If chance the radiant sun with farewell sweet
Extend his evening beam, the fields revive,
The birds their notes renew, and bleating herds
Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.

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O shame to men! devil with devil damn'd

Firm concord holds: men only disagree

Of creatures rational, though under hope

Of heavenly grace; and, God proclaiming peace
Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife

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Among themselves, and levy cruel wars,

Wasting the earth, each other to destroy

As if (which might induce us to accord)
Man had not hellish foes enow besides,
That day and night for his destruction wait.

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The Stygian council thus dissolv'd; and forth

In order came the grand infernal peers:

Midst came their mighty Paramount, and seem'd
Alone the antagonist of Heaven, nor less

Than Hell's dread Emperor, with pomp supreme,
And god-like imitated state.

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Him round

A globe of fiery Seraphim enclos'd,

With bright imblazonry, and horrent arms.
Then of their session ended they bid cry
With trumpets' regal sound the great result.
Towards the four winds four speedy Cherubim
Put to their mouths the sounding alchymy,
By herald's voice explain'd: the hollow abyss

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Heard far and wide, and all the host of Hell

With deafening shout returned them loud acclaim.

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Thence more at ease their minds, and somewhat rais'd

By false presumptuous hope, the ranged powers

Disband, and wandering each his several way
Pursues, as inclination or sad choice

Leads him perplex'd, where he may likeliest find

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Truce to his restless thoughts, and entertain
The irksome hours, till his great chief return.
Part on the plain, or in the air sublime,
Upon the wing, or in swift race contend,
As at the Olympian games, or Pythian fields:
Part curb their fiery steeds, or shun the goal
With rapid wheels, or fronted brigads form:
As when, to warn proud cities, war appears
Waged in the troubled sky, and armies rush
To battel in the clouds; before each van

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Prick forth the aery knights, and couch their spears,

Till thickest legions close; with feats of arms

From either end of Heaven the welkin burns.

Others, with vast Typhoean rage, more fell
Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air

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In whirlwind: Hell scarce holds the wild uproar.

As when Alcides, from Echalia crown'd

With conquest, felt the envenom'd robe, and tore
Through pain up by the roots Thessalian pines,
And Lichas from the top of ta threw
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Hurl'd headlong to partake with us, shall curse
Their frail original, and faded bliss,
Faded so soon. Advise, if this be worth
Attempting, or to sit in darkness here
Hatching vain empires.'-Thus Beelzebub
Pleaded his devilish counsel, first devis'd
By Satan, and in part propos'd; for whence,
But from the author of all ill, could spring
So deep a malice, to confound the race
Of mankind in one root, and earth with Hell
To mingle and involve, done all to spite
The great Creator? But their spite still serves
His glory to augment. The bold design
Pleas'd highly those infernal States, and joy
Sparkled in all their eyes. With full assent
They vote; whereat his speech he thus renews:
'Well have ye judg'd, well ended long debate,

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Synod of gods! and, like to what ye are,

Great things resolv'd, which from the lowest deep

Will once more lift us up, in spite of fate,

Nearer our ancient seat; perhaps in view

But first, whom shall we send In search of this new world? whom shall we find Sufficient? who shall tempt with wandering feet

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Of those bright confines, whence, with neighbouring arms
And opportune excursion, we may chance
Re-enter Heaven; or else in some mild zone
Dwell, not unvisited of Heaven's fair light,
Secure, and at the brightening orient beam
Purge off this gloom: the soft delicious air,
To heal the scar of these corrosive fires,
Shall breathe her balm.

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The dark, unbottom'd, infinite abyss,

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And through the palpable obscure find out

His uncouth way, or spread his aery flight,

Upborne with indefatigable wings,

Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive

The happy isle? What strength, what art, can then

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Suffice, or what evasion bear him safe

Through the strict senteries and stations thick

Of angels watching round? Here he had need
All circumspection, and we now no less
Choice in our suffrage; for, on whom we send,
The weight of all, and our last hope, relies.'

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Others more mild,

Retreated in a silent valley, sing

With notes angelical to many a harp

Their own heroic deeds, and hapless fall
By doom of battel; and complain that fate
Free virtue should enthral to force or chance.
Their song was partial; but the harmony
(What could it less, when spirits immortal sing?)
Suspended Hell, and took with ravishment

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The thronging audience. In discourse more sweet (For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense), Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,

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In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will and fate-
Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute-
And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Of good and evil much they argued then,
Of happiness and final misery,
Passion and apathy, and glory and shame-
Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy!
Yet, with a pleasing sorcery, could charm
Pain for a while, or anguish, and excite
Fallacious hope, or arm the obdur'd breast
With stubborn patience, as with triple steel.
Another part, in squadrons and gross bands,
On bold adventure to discover wide
That dismal world, if any clime perhaps
Might yield them easier habitation, bend
Four ways their flying march, along the banks
Of four infernal rivers, that disgorge

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Into the burning lake their baleful streams;
Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate;
Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;
Cocytus, nam'd of lamentation loud

Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegeton,

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Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
Far off from these, a slow and silent stream,
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls

Her watery labyrinth; whereof who drinks
Forthwith his former state and being forgets,
Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
Beyond this flood a frozen continent

Lies dark and wild, beat with perpetual storms

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