Paradise Lost, by John Milton
- Him the Almighty Power
Hurld headlong flaming from th’ Ethereal Skie.
- Forthwith upright he rears from off the Pool
- They heard, and were abasht, and up they sprung
- So numberless were those bad Angels seen
- Thir summons call’d
From every Band and squared Regiment
By place or choice the worthiest;
- High on a Throne of Royal State, which far
Outshon the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
- Gorgons and Hydra’s, and Chimera’s dire.
- Before the Gates there sat
On either side a formidable shape;
- With head, hands, wings, or feet pursues his way,
And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flyes
- Heav’n rung
With Jubilee, and loud Hosannas fill’d
Th’ eternal Regions
- and many more too long,
Embryos, and Idiots, Eremits and Friers
- Toward the coast of Earth beneath,
Down from th’ Ecliptic, sped with hop’d success,
Throws his steep flight in many an Aerie wheele
- Me miserable! which way shall I flie
Infinite wrauth, and infinite despaire?
- Now to th’ ascent of that steep savage Hill
Satan had journied on, pensive and slow
- A happy rural seat of various view
- The savourie pulp they chew, and in the rinde
Still as they thirsted scoop the brimming stream
- So promis’d hee, and Uriel to his charge
- these to the Bower direct
In search of whom they sought
- Nor more; but fled
Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.
- Leaning half-rals’d, with looks of cordial Love
Hung over her enamour’d.
- Eastward among those Trees, what glorious shape
Comes this way moving
- To whom the winged Hierarch repli’d.
O Adam, one Almightie is, from whom
All things proceed
- This greeting on thy impious Crest receive.
- Then Satan first knew pain,
And writh’ d him to and fro.
- Now Night her course began
- On the foughten field
Michael and his Angels prevalent
Encamping, plac’d in Guard thir Watches round
- Nine dayes they fell
- Hell at last
Yawning receavd them whole.
- Wave rowling after Wave, where way they found,
If steep, with torrent rapture
- And God said, let the Waters generate
Reptil with Spawn abundant, living Soule:
And let Fowle flie above the Earth.
- And seems a moving Land, and at his Gilles
Draws in, and at his Trunck spouts out a Sea.
- Meanwhile the tepid Caves, and Fens and shoares
Thir Brood as numerous hatch
- And now on Earth the Seaventh
Eev’ning arose in Eden
- So parted they, the Angel up to Heav’n
From the thick shade, and Adam to his Bowre.
- In with the River sunk, and with it rose
- O Earth, how like to Heav’n, if not preferr’d
- Him fast sleeping soon he found
In Labyrinth of many a round self-rowld.
- Neerer he drew, and many a walk traversd
Of stateliest Covert, Cedar, Pine, or Palme.
- Back to the Thicket slunk
The guiltie Serpent.
- Nor onely Teares
Raind at thir Eyes, but high Winds worse within
Began to rise
- They heard
And from his presence hid themselves among
The thickest Trees.
- And now expecting
Each hour thir great adventurer from the search
Of Forrein Worlds.
- Dreadful was the din
Of hissing through the Hall, thick swarming now
With complicated monsters.
- This said, they both betook them several wayes.
- The heav’nly Bands
Down from a Skie of Jasper lighted now
- Began to build a Vessel of huge bulk.
- All dwellings else
Flood overwhelm’d, and them with all thir pomp
Deep under water rould.
- They beseech
That Moses might report to them his will,
And terror cease.
- Som natural tears they drop’d, but wip’d them soon.