For who would lose,

Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night?

Our torments also may in length of time
Become our elements.

With grave

Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd

A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat, and public care;

And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood,
With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear

The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look

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And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

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Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd

Firm concord holds, men only disagree

Of creatures rational.

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In discourse more sweet;

For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,

In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

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Vain wisdom all and false philosophy.

Arm th' obdur'd breast

With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog
Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old,

Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air
Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire.
Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd,

At certain revolutions all the damn'd

Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change

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Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce;
From beds of raging fire to starve in ice

Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine
Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,

Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.

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O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,

Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.

Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire.

The other shape,

If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;

Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
For each seem'd either, black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,

And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.

Satan was now at hand.

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Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?

Paradise Lost.

Back to thy punishment,

False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

So spake the grisly Terror.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.

No second stroke intend.

Their fatal hands

Hell

Grew darker at their frown.

I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH!

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Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd

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From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!

Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate

For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,

Strive here for mast'ry.

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Into this wild abyss,

The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

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Great things with small.1

To compare

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O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way,
And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.

So he with difficulty and labour hard
Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain,
This pendent world, in bigness as a star
Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.
Hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.
Thoughts that voluntary move

Harmonious numbers.

Thus with the year

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Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank

Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
With joy and love triumphing.

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1 Compare great things with small. - VIRGIL: Eclogues, i. 24; Georgics, iv. 176. COWLEY: The Motto. DRYDEN: Ovid, Metamorphoses, book i. line 727. TICKELL: Poem on Hunting. POPE: Windsor Forest.

Dark with excessive bright.

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Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars,

White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery.

Since call'd

The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity

Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
Where no ill seems.

The hell within him.

Now conscience wakes despair

That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory

Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse.

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At whose sight all the stars

Hide their diminish'd heads.1

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A grateful mind

By owing owes not, but still pays, at once

Indebted and discharg'd.

Which way shall I fly

Infinite wrath and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep,
Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

Such joy ambition finds.

Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

Ease would recant

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So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost.

Evil, be thou my good.

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1 Ye little stars! hide your diminished rays. - POPE: Moral Essays, epistle iii. line 282.