Read Paradise Lost (Modern Library Classics) Online
Authors: John Milton,William Kerrigan,John Rumrich,Stephen M. Fallon
Rather than human. Nor did Israel scape
Th’ infection when their borrowed gold composed
The calf
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in Oreb: and the rebel king
Doubled that sin in Bethel and in Dan,
Lik’ning his Maker to the grazèd ox,
Jehovah, who in one night when he passed
From Egypt marching, equaled
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with one stroke
Both her first born and all her bleating gods.
Belial
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came last, than whom a spirit more lewd
Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love
Vice for itself: to him no temple stood
Or altar smoked; yet who more oft than he
In temples and at altars, when the priest
Turns atheist, as did Eli’s sons
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, who filled
With lust and violence the house of God.
In courts and palaces he also reigns
And in luxurious cities, where the noise
Of riot ascends above their loftiest tow’rs,
And injury and outrage: and when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown
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with insolence and wine.
Witness the streets of Sodom, and that night
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In Gibeah, when the hospitable door
Exposed a matron
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to avoid worse rape.
These were the prime in order and in might;
The rest were long to tell, though far renowned,
Th’ Ionian gods, of Javan’s issue held
Gods, yet confessed later than Heav’n and Earth
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Their boasted parents; Titan Heav’n’s first born
With his enormous brood, and birthright seized
By younger Saturn, he from mightier Jove
His own and Rhea’s son like measure found;
So Jove usurping reigned: these first in Crete
And Ida
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known, thence on the snowy top
Of cold Olympus
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ruled the middle air
Their highest heav’n; or on the Delphian cliff
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,
Or in Dodona
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, and through all the bounds
Of Doric land
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; or who with Saturn old
Fled over
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Adria to th’ Hesperian fields,
And o’er the Celtic roamed the utmost isles.
All these and more came flocking; but with looks
Downcast and damp
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, yet such wherein appeared
Obscure some glimpse of joy, to have found their chief
Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost
In loss itself; which on his count’nance cast
Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride
Soon recollecting
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, with high words, that bore
Semblance of worth, not substance, gently raised
Their fainting courage, and dispelled their fears.
Then straight commands that at the warlike sound
Of trumpets loud and clarions
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be upreared
His mighty standard; that proud honor claimed
Azazel
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as his right, a cherub tall:
Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled
Th’ imperial ensign, which full high advanced
Shone like a meteor
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streaming to the wind
With gems and golden luster rich emblazed
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,
Seraphic arms and trophies: all the while
Sonorous metal
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blowing martial sounds:
At which the universal host upsent
A shout that tore Hell’s concave
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, and beyond
Frighted the reign
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of Chaos and old Night.
All in a moment through the gloom were seen
Ten thousand banners rise into the air
With orient
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colors waving: with them rose
A forest huge of spears: and thronging helms
Appeared, and serried
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shields in thick array
Of depth immeasurable: anon they move
In perfect phalanx to the Dorian
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mood
Of flutes and soft recorders; such as raised
To highth of noblest temper heroes old
Arming to battle, and instead of rage
Deliberate valor breathed, firm and unmoved
With dread of death to flight or foul retreat,
Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage
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With solemn touches, troubled thoughts, and chase
Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain
From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they
Breathing united force with fixèd thought
Moved on in silence to soft pipes that charmed
Their painful steps o’er the burnt soil; and now
Advanced in view they stand, a horrid
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front
Of dreadful length and dazzling arms, in guise
Of warriors old
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with ordered spear and shield,
Awaiting what command their mighty chief
Had to impose: he through the armèd files
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Darts his experienced eye, and soon traverse
The whole battalion views, their order due,
Their visages and stature as of gods,
Their number last he sums
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. And now his heart
Distends with pride, and hard’ning in his strength
Glories: for never since created man
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,
Met such embodied force, as named with these
Could merit more than that small infantry
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Warred on by cranes: though all the giant brood
Of Phlegra
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with th’ heroic race were joined
That fought
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at Thebes and Ilium, on each side
Mixed with auxiliar
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gods; and what resounds
In fable or romance of Uther’s son
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Begirt with British and Armoric knights;
And all who since, baptized or infidel,
Jousted in Aspramont or Montalban
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,
Damasco, or Marocco, or Trebisond,
Or whom Biserta
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sent from Afric shore
When Charlemagne with all his peerage fell
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By Fontarabia. Thus far these beyond
Compare of mortal prowess, yet observed
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Their dread commander: he above the rest
In shape and gesture proudly eminent
Stood like a tow’r; his form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appeared
Less than Archangel ruined, and th’ excess
Of glory
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obscured: as when the sun new ris’n
Looks through the horizontal misty air
Shorn
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of his beams, or from behind the moon
In dim eclipse disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes
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monarchs. Darkened so, yet shone
Above them all th’ Archangel: but his face
Deep scars of thunder had intrenched
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, and care
Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows
Of dauntless courage, and considerate
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pride
Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast
Signs of remorse and passion
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to behold
The fellows of his crime, the followers rather
(Far other once beheld in bliss) condemned
For ever now to have their lot in pain,
Millions of spirits for his fault amerced
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Of Heav’n, and from eternal splendors flung
For his revolt, yet faithful how they stood,
Their glory withered. As when heaven’s fire
Hath scathed the forest oaks or mountain pines,
With singèd top their stately growth though bare
Stands on the blasted heath
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. He now prepared
To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend
From wing to wing, and half enclose him round
With all his peers: attention held them mute.
Thrice he assayed, and thrice in spite of scorn,
Tears such as angels weep burst forth
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: at last
Words interwove with sighs found out their way.
O myriads of immortal spirits, O powers
Matchless, but with th’ Almighty, and that strife
Was not inglorious, though th’ event
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was dire,
As this place testifies, and this dire change
Hateful to utter: but what power of mind
Foreseeing or presaging, from the depth
Of knowledge past or present, could have feared,
How such united force of gods, how such
As stood like these, could ever know repulse?
For who can yet believe, though after loss,
That all these puissant
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legions, whose exile
Hath emptied Heav’n, shall fail to reascend
Self-raised, and repossess their native seat?
For me be witness all the host of Heav’n,
If counsels different, or danger shunned
By me, have lost our hopes. But he who reigns
Monarch in Heav’n, till then as one secure
Sat on his throne, upheld by old repute,
Consent or custom, and his regal state
Put forth at full, but still
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his strength concealed,
Which tempted our attempt
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, and wrought our fall.
Henceforth his might we know, and know our own
So as not either to provoke, or dread
New war, provoked; our better part remains
To work in close
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design, by fraud or guile
What force effected not: that he no less
At length from us may find, who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Space may produce
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new worlds; whereof so rife
There went a fame
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in Heav’n that he ere long
Intended to create, and therein plant
A generation
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, whom his choice regard
Should favor equal to the sons of Heav’n:
Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps
Our first eruption
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, thither or elsewhere:
For this infernal pit shall never hold
Celestial spirits in bondage, nor th’ abyss
Long under darkness cover. But these thoughts
Full counsel must mature: peace is despaired,
For who can think submission? War then, war
Open or understood must be resolved.”
He spake: and to confirm his words, out flew
Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze
Far round illumined Hell: highly they raged
Against the Highest, and fierce with graspèd arms
Clashed on their sounding shields the din of war,
Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heav’n.
There stood a hill not far whose grisly top
Belched fire and rolling smoke; the rest entire
Shone with a glossy scurf
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, undoubted sign
That in his womb
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was hid metallic ore,
The work of sulfur
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. Thither winged with speed
A numerous brigade hastened. As when bands
Of pioneers
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with spade and pickax armed
Forerun the royal camp, to trench a field,
Or cast a rampart. Mammon
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led them on,
Mammon, the least erected
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spirit that fell
From Heav’n, for ev’n in Heav’n his looks and thoughts
Were always downward bent, admiring more
The riches of Heav’n’s pavement
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, trodden gold,
Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed
In vision beatific
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: by him first
Men also, and by his suggestion taught,
Ransacked the center
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, and with impious hands
Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth
For treasures better hid. Soon
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had his crew
Opened into the hill a spacious wound
And digged out ribs
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of gold. Let none admire
That riches grow in Hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane. And here let those
Who boast in mortal things, and wond’ring tell
Of Babel,
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and the works of Memphian kings,
Learn how their greatest monuments of fame,
And strength and art are easily outdone
By spirits reprobate, and in an hour
What in an age they with incessant toil
And hands innumerable scarce perform.
Nigh on the
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plain in many cells prepared,
That underneath had veins of liquid fire
Sluiced from the lake, a second multitude
With wondrous art founded the massy ore,
Severing each kind, and scummed the bullion dross:
A third as
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soon had formed within the ground
A various mold, and from the boiling cells
By strange conveyance filled each hollow nook,
As in an organ from one blast of wind
To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
Anon out of the earth a fabric
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huge
Rose like an
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exhalation, with the sound
Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet,
Built
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like a temple, where pilasters round
Were set, and Doric
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pillars overlaid
With golden architrave
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; nor did there want