Bristled with upright beams innumerable
Of rigid spears, and helmets thronged, and shields Various, with boastful argument portrayed, The banded Powers of Satan hasting on With furious expedition; for they weened That self-same day, by fight or by surprise, To win the Mount of God, and on his throne To set the envier of his state, the proud
Aspirer. But their thoughts proved fond and vain In the mid-way; though strange to us it seemed. A first that Angel should with Angel war, And in fierce hosting meet, who wont to meet So oft in festivals of joy and love Unanimous, as sons of one great Sire, Hymning the Eternal Father. But the shout Of battle now began, and rushing sound Of onset ended soon each milder thought. High in the midst, exalted as a God, The Apostate in his sun-bright chariot sat, Idol of majesty divine, enclosed
With flaming Cherubim and golden shields; Then lighted from his gorgeous throne-for now 'Twixt host and host but narrow space was left,
A dreadful interval, and front to front Presented stood, in terrible array
Of hideous length. Before the cloudy van, On the rough edge of battle ere it joined, Satan, with vast and haughty strides advanced, Came towering, armed in adamant and gold. Abdiel that sight endured not, where he stood Among the mightiest, bent on highest deeds, And thus his own undaunted heart explores :—
"O Heaven! that such resemblance of the Highest
Should yet remain, where faith and realty
Remain not! Wherefore should not strength and might
There fail where virtue fails, or weakest prove Where boldest, though to sight unconquerable? His puissance, trusting in the Almighty's aid, I mean to try, whose reason I have tried Unsound and false; nor is it aught but just That he who in debate of truth hath won Should win in arms, in both disputes alike Victor. Though brutish that contést and foul, When reason hath to deal with force, yet so Most reason is that reason overcome.'
"So pondering, and from his armèd peers Forth-stepping opposite, half-way he met His daring foe, at this prevention more Incensed, and thus securely him defied :-
"Proud, art thou met? Thy hope was to have reached
The highth of thy aspiring unopposed—
The throne of God unguarded, and his side Abandoned at the terror of thy power
Or potent tongue. Fool! not to think how vain Against the Omnipotent to rise in arms; Who, out of smallest things, could without end Have raised incessant armies to defeat
Thy folly; or with solitary hand, Reaching beyond all limit, at one blow, Unaided could have finished thee, and whelmed Thy legions under darkness! But thou seest All are not of thy train; there be who faith Prefer, and piety to God, though then
To thee not visible when I alone
Seemed in thy world erroneous to dissent From all my Sect thou seest; now learn too late How few sometimes may know when thousands err.'
"Whom the grand Foe, with scornful eye askance, Thus answered: Ill for thee, but in wished hour 150 Of my revenge, first sought for, thou return'st
From flight, seditious Angel, to receive
Thy merited reward, the first assay
Of this right hand provoked, since first that tongue Inspired with contradiction, durst oppose
A third part of the Gods, in synod met
Their deities to assert: who, while they feel
Vigour divine within them, can allow Omnipotence to none. But well thou com'st Before thy fellows, ambitious to win
From me some plume, that thy success may show Destruction to the rest. This pause between (Unanswered lest thou boast) to let thee know.— At first I thought that Liberty and Heaven To heavenly souls had been all one; but now I see that most through sloth had rather serve, Ministering Spirits, trained up in feast and song: Such hast thou armed, the minstrelsy of heaven- Servility with freedom to contend,
As both their deeds compared this day shall prove.' 170
"To whom, in brief, thus Abdiel stern replied:
Apostate! still thou err'st, nor end wilt find
Of erring, from the path of truth remote. Unjustly thou deprav'st it with the name Of servitude, to serve whom God ordains, Or Nature: God and Nature bid the same, When he who rules is worthiest, and excels Them whom he governs. This is servitude- To serve the unwise, or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, Thyself not free, but to thyself enthralled; Yet lewdly dar'st our ministering upbraid. Reign thou in Hell, thy kingdom; let me serve In Heaven God ever blest, and his divine Behests obey, worthiest to be obeyed.
Yet chains in Hell, not realms, expect: meanwhile,
From me returned, as erst thou saidst, from flight, This greeting on thy impious crest receive.'
"So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high, Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell On the proud crest of Satan that no sight,
Nor motion of swift thought, less could his shield, Such ruin intercept. Ten paces huge
He back recoiled; the tenth on bended knee His massy spear upstayed: as if, on earth, Winds under ground, or waters forcing way, Sidelong had pushed a mountain from his seat, Half-sunk with all his pines. Amazement seized The rebel Thrones, but greater rage, to see
Thus foiled their mightiest; ours joy filled, and shout, Presage of victory, and fierce desire
Of battle: whereat Michaël bid sound
The Archangel trumpet. Through the vast of Heaven It sounded, and the faithful armies rung Hosannah to the Highest; nor stood at gaze The adverse legions, nor less hideous joined The horrid shock. Now storming fury rose, And clamour such as heard in Heaven till now Was never; arms on armour clashing brayed Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots raged; dire was the noise
Of conflict; overhead the dismal hiss
Of fiery darts in flaming volleys flew, And, flying, vaulted either host with fire.
So under fiery cope together rushed Both battles main with ruinous assault And inextinguishable rage. All Heaven Resounded; and, had Earth been then, all Earth Had to her centre shook. What wonder, when Millions of fierce encountering Angels fought On either side, the least of whom could wield
These elements, and arm him with the force
Of all their regions? How much more of power Army against army numberless to raise Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb, Though not destroy, their happy native seat; Had not the Eternal King Omnipotent From his strong hold of Heaven high overruled And limited their might, though numbered such As each divided legion might have seemed A numerous host, in strength each armèd hand A legion! Led in fight, yet leader seemed Each warrior single as in chief; expert When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway Of battle, open when, and when to close The ridges of grim war. No thought of flight, None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
That argued fear; each on himself relied As only in his arm the moment lay
Of victory. Deeds of eternal fame
Were done, but infinite; for wide was spread
That war, and various: sometimes on firm ground A standing fight; then, soaring on main wing, Tormented all the air; all air seemed then Conflicting fire. Long time in even scale The battle hung; till Satan, who that day Prodigious power had shown, and met in arms No equal, ranging through the dire attack Of fighting Seraphim confused, at length
Saw where the sword of Michael smote, and felled Squadrons at once: with huge two-handed sway Brandished aloft, the horrid edge came down Wide-wasting. Such destruction to withstand He hasted, and opposed the rocky orb Of tenfold adamant, his ample shield, A vast circumference.
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