Had wond'rous; as with stars their bodies all

And wings were set with eyes, with eyes the wheels Of beryl, and careering fires between ;

Over their heads a crystal firmament,

Whereon a sapphire throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colours of the show'ry arch.
He in celestial panoply all arm'd

Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought
Ascended; at his right hand Victory

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Sat eagle-wing'd; beside him hung his bow
And quiver with three-bolted thunder stor❜d,
And from about him fierce effusion roll'd
Of smoke and bickering flame and sparkles dire
Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints,
He onward came, far off his coming shone;
And twenty thousand (I their number heard)
Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen: 770
He on the wings of Cherub rode sublime
On the crystáline sky, in sapphire thron'd,
Illustrious far and wide, but by his own
First seen; them unexpected joy surpris'd,
When the great ensign of Messiah blaz'd
Aloft by angels borne, his sign in Heav'n;
Under whose conduct Michael soon reduc'd
His army
circumfus'd on either wing,

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Under their head embodied all in one.
Before him pow'r divine his way prepar'd:
At his command th' uprooted hills retir'd
Each to his place; they heard his voice, and went
Obsequious; Heav'n his wonted face renew'd,

And with fresh flow'rets hill and valley smil❜d.
This saw his hapless foes but stood obdur'd,
And to rebellious fight rallied their Powers
Insensate, hope conceiving from despair.
In heav'nly Spirits could such perverseness dwell?
But to convince the proud what signs avail,
Or wonders move th' obdurate to relent?

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They harden'd more by what might most reclaim,
Grieving to see his glory, at the sight
Took envy; and aspiring to his height,
Stood re-embattl'd fierce, by force or fraud
Weaning to prosper, and at length prevail
Against God and Messiah, or to fall
In universal ruin last; and now

To final battle drew, disdaining flight,

Or faint retreat; when the great Son of God
To all his host on either hand thus spake.

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Stand still in bright array, ye Saints, here stand Ye Angels arm'd, this day from battle rest; Faithful hath been your warfare, and of God Accepted, fearless in his righteous cause, And as ye have receiv'd, so have ye done Invincibly; but of this cursed crew The punishment to other hand belongs Vengeance is his, or whose he sole appoints : Number to this day's work is not ordain'd Nor multitude; stand only and behold God's indignation on these Godless pour'd By me; not you but me they have despis'd, Yet envied; against me is all their rage,

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Because the Father, t' whom in Heav'n supreme
Kingdom and pow'r and glory appertains,
Hath honour'd me according to his will.
Therefore to me their doom he hath assign'd
That they may have their wish, to try with me
In battle which the stronger proves, they all,
Or I alone against them, since by strength
They measure all, of other excellence
Not emulous, nor care who them excels;
Nor other strife with them do I vouchsafe.
So spake the Son, and into terror chang'd
His count'nance too severe to be beheld,
And full of wrath bent on his enemies.
At once the Four spread out their starry wings
With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs
Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound
Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host.
He on his impious foes right onward drove,
Gloomy as night; under his burning wheels
The stead empyréan shook throughout,
All but the throne itself of God. Full soon
Among them he arriv'd, in his right hand
Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent
Before him, such as in their souls infix'd
Plagues; they astonish'd all resistance lost,
All courage; down their idle weapons dropt;
O'er shields and helms and helmed heads he rode
Of Thrones and mighty Seraphim prostate,
That wish'd the mountains now might be again
Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire,

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Nor less on either side tempestuous fell

His arrows, from the fourfold-visag'd Four
Extinct with eyes, and from the living wheels
Distinct alike with multitude of eyes;

One spirit in them rul'd, and every eye

Glar'd lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire Among th' accurs'd, that wither'd all their stength, And of their wonted vigour left them drain'd, 851 Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall'n.

Yet half his strength he put not forth, but check'd
His thunder in mid volley; for he meant

Not to destroy, but root them out of Heaven:
The overthrown he rais'd, and as a herd
Of goats or timorous flock together throng'd
Drove them before him thunder-struck, pursu'd
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And crystal wall of Heav'n, which opening wide,
Roll'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd
Into the wasteful deep; the monstrous sight
Struck them with horror backward, but far worse
Urg'd them behind; headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of Heav'n; eternal wrath
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.

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Hell heard th' unsufferable noise, Hell saw Heav'n ruining from Heav'n, and would have fled Affrighted; but strict fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations, and too fast had bound. 870 Nine days they fell; confounded Chaos roar'd, And felt tenfold confusion in their fall

Through his wild anarchy, so huge a rout

Incumber'd him with ruin: Hell at last

Yawning receiv'd them whole, and on them clos'd;
Hell their fit habitation fraught with fire
Unquenchable, the house of woe and pain.
Disburden'd Heaven rejoic'd, and soon repair'd
Her mural breach, returning whence it roll'd.
Sole victor from th' expulsion of his foes
Messiah his triumphal chariot turn'd:

To meet him all his Saints, who silent stood
Eye-witnesses of his almighty acts,

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With jubilee advanc'd; and as they went, Shading with branching palm, each order bright, Sung triumph, and him sung victorious King, Son, Heir, and Lord, to him dominion given, Worthiest to reign: he celebrated rode Triumphant through mid Heav'n, into the courts And temple of his mighty Father thron'd

On high; who into glory him receiv'd,

Where now he sits at the right hand of bliss.

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Thus measuring things in Heav'n by things on

earth,

At thy request, and that thou may'st beware
By what is past, to thee I have reveal'd

What might have else to human race been hid;
The discord which befel, and war in Heaven
Among th' angelic Pow'rs, and the deep fall
Of those too high aspiring, who rebell'd
With Satan; he who envies now thy state,
Who now is plotting how he may seduce
Thee from all obedience, that with him

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