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Engraven from an original Picture for the 7th bcing the supplimental Number to the
New Series of La Belle Assemblee.
A POEM IN TWELVE BOOKS.
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 hasters into the midst of things, pissenting Satan with his Angels now falling into hell described here, not in the centre (fur heaven and earth may be supposed as yet not made, certainly not yet accursed) but in a place of utter darkness, fitlicst called Chaos. Here Satan with his Angels lyiug on the burning lake, thunder-struck aud astonished, after a certain space recovers, as from confusion, calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by him; they confer of their miserable fall, Satau awakeny all his legions, who lay till then confounded. They rise, their numbers, array of battle, their chief leaders named, according to the idols knowu afterwards in Canaan and the countries adjoining. To these Satan directshis speech, comforts them with the hope of reyajuing 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 thence attempt. Pandemonium the palace of Satan rises, suddenly built out of the deep. The infernal peers there sit in council.
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit The mother of mankind, what time his pride
To set himself in glory above his peers,
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous song,
In adamantine chains and penal fire, That with no middle flight intends to soar Who durst defy th’Omnipotent to arms. Above th' Aomian niount, while it pursues
Nine times the space that measures day and Things umattempted yet in pose or rhyme.
night And chietly Thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Before all temples tl' upriglat heart and pure, | Lay vanquish’d, rolling in the fiery gulf Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from Coufoundeil, though immortal : but his doom the first
[spread | Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the Wast present, and with mighty wings out thought Dove-like satst brooding on the vast abyss, Both of lost happiness and lasting pain [eyes, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark Torments him; round he throws his baleful Illumine, what is low raise and support!
That witness a huge affliction and dismay That to the height of this great argument Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast bate : I may assert eternal Providence,
At once, as far as augels' ken, he views Aud justify the ways of God to men. [view, The dismal situation waste and wild;
Say tirst, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy | A dungeon horrible on all sides round Nor the deep tract of hell, say first what cause As one great furnace fan'd, yet from those Dov'd our grand parents, in that happy state,
fames Favour'd of Heav'u so highly, to fall off No light, but rather darkness visible, From their Creator, and transgress lis will Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, For one restraint, lords of the world besides? Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where Peace Who first reduc'd them to that foul revolt? And Rest can vever dwell, Hope never comes Tl'inferna! Serpent; he it was, whose guile, That comes to all; but torture without end Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed No.I.
With ever-burning sulphur unconsum'd : We may with more successful hope resolve
That led th’imbattled seraphim to war
That with sad overthrow and foul defeat Breaking the horrid silence, thus begaa: Hath lost us heav'n and all this mighty host If thou beest he; but o how fallin! bow In horrible destruction laid thus low, chang'd
As far as gods and heav'uly essences From him, who, in the happy realms of light, I Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst Invincible, avd vigour soon returns, outshine
(league, Though all our glory' extinct, and happy state Myriads though bright! If he who mutual Here swallow'd up in endless misery. United tboughts and counsels, equal hope But what if he our conqu’ror (whom I now And hazard in the glorious enterprise,
Of force believe Almighty, siuce no less Joiu'd with me ovce, now misery bath joiu'd Than such could have o'erpow'r'd such force In equal rain : into what pit thou seest
as ours) From what height fall'o, so much the stronger | Have left us this our spirit and strength entire prou'd
Strongly to suffer and support our pains, He with his thunder: and till then who knew
That we may so suffice bis vengeful ire, The force of those dire arms? yet not for those, | Or do him mightier service as bis thralls Nor what the potent Victor in his rage
By right of war, whate'er his bus'ness be, Can else inflict, do I repent or change,
Here in the heart of bell to work in fire, Though chang'd in outward lustre, that fix'd | Or do his errands in the gloomy deep; mind,
What can it then avail, though yet we feel And high disdain from sense of injurd merit, Strength undiminishid, or elernal being That with the Mightiest rais'd jae to contend, To undergo eternal punisbment? And to the fierce contention brought along Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-fiend Innumerable force of spirits arm’d,
reply'd : That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring, Fall'u Cherub, to be weak is miserable, His utmost pow'r with adverse pow'r oppos'd Doing or suffering: but of this be sure, In dubious battle on the plains of heav'n, To do ought good never will be our task, And shook his throne. What though the field | But ever to do ill our sole delight, be lost?
A3 being the contrary to lis higli will All is not lost; th' uuconquerable will, Whom we resist. If then bis provideuce And study of revenge, immortal hate,
Out of our evil seek to bring forth good, And courage never to submit or yield,
Our labour must be to pervert that end, And what is else not to be overcome;
Aud out of good still tu find means of eyil; That glory never shall his wrathi or might Which oft-times may suceced, so as perbaps Extort from me.
To how and sue for grace Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb With suppliant knee, and deify his power, His in most counsels from their destin'd aimn; Who from the terror of this armı so late
But see the augry Victor liath recall's Doubted his empire; that were low indeed, His ministers of vengeance and pursuit That were an ignominy, and shame beueath Back to the gates of heav'a; the sulpl'rous This dowufall; since by fate the strength of hail gods
Shot after us in storm, v'erblown hath laid And this empyreal substance cannot fail, The fiery surge, that from the precipice Since through experience of tbis great event, Of heav'n receiv'd us falling; and the thunder, la arms out worse, in foresight much adranc'd, Wing'd with red lighting and impetuous rage,