Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit That majesty which through thy work doth reign, Draws the devout, deterring the protane; And things divine thou treat'st of in such state, At once delight and horror on us seize, Where could'st thou words of such a compass find? Well might'st thou scorn thy readers to allure With tinkling rhyme, of thy own sonse secure ; While the town-bays writes all the while and spells, And like a pack horse, tires without his bells; Their fancies like our bushy points appear, The poets tag them, we for fashion wear. I, too. transported by the mode commend, And while I mean to praise thee, must offend. Thy verse created, like thy theme sublime, In number, weight, and measure, needs not rhyme. ANDREW MARVELL. Paradise Lost. BOOK I. THE ARGUMENT. This first book proposes first, in brief, the whole subject, man's disobedience, and the loss thereupon of Paradise wherein he was placed. Then touches the prime cause of his fall, the serpent, or rather Satan in the serpent; who revolting from God, and drawing to his side many legions of angels, was by the command of God driven out of heaven with all his crew into the great deep. Which action passed over, the poem hastens into the midst of things, presenting Satan with his angels now fallen into hell,described here, not in the centre, for heaven and earth may be supposed as yet not made, certainly not yet accursed, but in a place of utter darkness, fitliest called Chaos. Here Satan with his angels lying on the burning lake, thunder. struck and astonished after a certain space recovers, as from confusion, calls up him who next in order and digni ty lay by him they confer of their miserable fall Satan awakens all his legions, who lay till then in the same manner confounded; they rise; their numbers, array of battle, their chief leaders named, according to the idols known afterwards in Canaan, and the countries adjoining. To these Satan directs his speech, comforts them with hope yet of regaining heaven; but tells them lastly of a new world, and new kind of creature to be created; according to an ancient prophecy or report in heaven; for that angels were long before this visible creation, was the opinion of many ancient fathers. To find out the truth of this prophecy, and what to determine thereon, he refers to a full council. What his associates then attempt Pandemonium, the palace of Satan, rises, suddenly out of the deep: the infernal peers there sit in council. OF man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning how the heavens and earth Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous song: And justify the ways of God to man. Say first, (for heaven hides nothing from thy view, Nor the deep tract of hell) say first what cause Mov'd our grand parents, in that happy state Favoured of heaven so highly, to fall off From their Creator, and transgress his will, For one restraint, lords of the world besides ? Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt? Th' infernal serpent! he it was, whose guile, Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from heaven, with all his host Of rebel angels; by whose aid aspiring To set himself in glory 'bove his peers, He trusted to have equall'd the Most High, Nine times the space that measures day and night Lay vanquish'd rolling in the fiery gulf, Torments him round he throws his baleful eyes, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames Served only to discover sights of wo, Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever burning sulphur unconsumed: For those rebellious: here their prison ordain'd As far removed from God and light of Heaven And thence in Heaven call'd Satan, with bold words If thou be he; but O how fallen! how chang'd From him, who, in the happy realms of light, 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, Join'd with me once, now misery hath join'd In equal ruin! Into what pit thou seest, From what height fallen; so much the stronger proved He with his thunder: and till then who knew The force of those dire arms? Yet not for those, Nor what the potent victor in his rage Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though changed in outward lustre, that fix'd mind, |