Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire:
Nathless he so endur'd, till on the beach
Of that inflamed sea, he stood, and call'd
His legions, angel forms, who lay entranc'd
Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades,
High over-arch'd, embow'r; or scatter'd sedge
Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion arm'd

Hath vex'd the Red-Sea coast, whose waves o'erthrew
Busiris and his Memphian chivalry,

While with perfidious hatred they pursu'd
The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
From the safe shore, their floating carcasses
And broken chariot wheels: so thick bestrown,
Abject and lost lay these, covering the flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He call'd so loud, that all the hollow deep
Of hell resounded. Princes, potentates,
Warriors, the flower of heav'n! once yours, now lost'
If such astonishment as this can seize

Eternal spirits; or have ye chosen this place,
After the toil of battle, to repose

Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find
To slumber here, as in the vales of heav'n?
Or in this abject posture have ye sworn
T'adore the conqueror, who now beholds
Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood,
With scatter'd arms and ensigns, till anon
His swift pursuers from heav'n's gates discern
Th' advantage, and descending, tread us down
Thus drooping, or with link'd thunderbolts
Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf?
Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n!

They heard, and were abash'd, and up they sprang
Upon the wing; as when men wont to watch
On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread,
Rouse, and bestir themselves ere well awake.
Nor did they not perceive the evil plight

In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;

Yet to their general's voice they soon obey'd
Innumerable. As when the potent rod
Of Amram's son, in Egypt's evil day,
Wav'd round the coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud
Of locusts, warping on the eastern wind,
That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung
Like night, and darken'd all the land of Nile:
So numberless were those bad angels seen
Hovering on wing under the cope of hell,
'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding fires;
Till, as a signal giv'n, th' uplifted spear
Of their great sultan waving to direct
Their course, in even balance down they light
On the firm brimstone, and fill all the plain;
A multitude, like which the populous north
Pour'd never from her frozen loins, to pass
Rhene or the Danaw, when her barb'rous son's
Came like a deluge on the south, and spread
Beneath Gibraltar to the Lybian sands.
Forthwith from every squadron, and each band,
The heads, and leaders, thither haste where stood
Their great commander; godlike shapes, and forms.
Excelling human; princely dignities,

And pow'rs that erst in heaven sat on thrones ;
Though of their names in heav'nly records new
Be no memorial, blotted out and raz'd

By their rebellion, from the book of life.

Nor had they yet among the sons of Eve

Got them new names, till, wand'ring o'er the earth,
Through God's high suff'rance for the trial of nian;
By falsities and lies, the greatest part

Of mankind they corrupted to forsake
God their Creator, and th' invisible
Glory of him that made them, to transform

Oft to the image of a brute, adorn'd

With gay religions, full of pomp and gold,
And devils to adore for deities:

Then were they known to men by various namee.

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And various idols through the heathen world.
Say, Muse, their names then known; who first, who
Rous'd from the slumber, on that fiery couch,
At their great emp'ror's call, as next in worth
Came singly where he stood on the bare strand,
While the promiscuous crowd stood yet aloof.
The chief were those, who, from the pit of hell
Roaming to seek their prey on earth, durst fix
Their seats long after, next the seat of God.
Their altars by his altar; gods ador'd
Among the nations round; and durst abide
Jehovah thund'ring out of Sion, thron'd
Between the cherubim; yea, often plac'd
Within his sanctuary itself, their shrines,
Abominations; and with cursed things
His holy rites and solemn feasts profan'd,
And with their darkness durst affront his light.
First, Moloch, horrid king, besmear'd with blood
Of human sacrifice, and parents' tears.

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Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud
Their children's cries unheard, that passed through
To his grim idol. Him the Ammonite
Worshipp'd in Rabba and her wat❜ry plain,
In Argob, and in Basan, to the stream
Of utmost Arnon; nor content with such
Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart
Of Solomon, he led by fraud, to build
His temple right against the temple of God,
On that opprobrious hill; and made his grove
The pleasant valley of Hinnom, Tophet thence
And black Gehenna call'd, the type of hell.
Next, Chemos, th' obscene dread of Moab's sons,
From Aroar to Nebo, and the wild

Of southmost Abarim: in Hesebon
And Horonaim, Seon's realm, beyond

The flow'ry dale of Sibma clad with vines,
And Eleale to th' Asphaltic pool.

Peor his other name, when he entic'd
Israel in Sittim, on their march from Nile.

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him wanton rites, which cost them so.

Yet thence his lustful orgies he enlarg'd
E'en to that hill of scandal, by the grove
Of Moloch homicide, lust hard by hate:
Till good Josiah drove them thence to hell.
With these came they, who, from the bord'ring flond
Of old Euphrates, to the brook that parts
Egypt from Syrian ground, had general names
Of Baalim and Ashtorath, those male,
These feminine for spirits, when they please,
Can either sex assume; or both; so soft
And uncompounded is their essence pure,

Not tied or manacled with joint or limb,

Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones,

Like cumbrous flesh; but, in what shape they choose Dilated or condens'd, bright or obscure,

Can execute their airy purposes,

And works of love or enmity fulfil.

For those the race of Israel oft forsook
Their living strength, and unfrequented left
His righteous altar, bowing lowly down
To bestial gods; for which their heads as low
Bow'd down in battle, sunk before the spear
Of despicable foes. With these in troop
Came Astoreth, whom the Phoenicians call'd
Astarte, queen of Heav'n, with crescent horns:
To whose bright image nightly by the moon,
Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs;
In Sion, also not unsung, where stood
Her temple on th' offensive mountain, built
By that uxorious king, whose heart, though large,
Beguil'd by fair idolatresses, fell

To idols foul. Thammuz came next behind,
Whose annual wound in Lebanon, allur'd
The Syrian damsels to lament his fate
In amorous ditties all a summer's day,
While smooth Adonis from his native rock
Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood
Di Thammuz yearly wounded: the love-tale

Infected Sion's daughters with like heat,
Whose wanton passions in the sacred porch,
Ezekiel saw, when, by the vision led,
His eye survey'd the dark idolatries
Of alienated Judah. Next came one

Who mourn'd in earnest when the captive ark
Maim'd his brute image, head and hands lopt off
In his own temple, on the grunsel edge,*
Where he fell flat, and sham'd his worshippers.
Dagon his name, sea monster, upward man
And downward fish: yet had his temple high
Rear'd in Azotus, dreaded through the coast
Of Palestine, in Gath and Ascalon,
And Accaron, and Gaza's frontier bounds.
Him follow'd Rimmon, whose delightful seat
Was fair Damascus, on the fertile banks
Of Abbana and Pharphar, lucid streams.
He also 'gainst the house of God was bold:
A leper once he lost, and gain'd a king,
Ahaz, his sottish conqu'rer, whom he drew
God's altar to disparage, and displace
For one of Syrian mode, whereon to burn
His odious off'rings, and adore the gods
Whom he had vanquish'd. After these, appear'd
A crew, who, under names of old renown,
Osiris, Isis, Orus, and their train,

With monstrous shapes and sorceries, abus'd
Fanatic Egypt and her priests, to seek

Their wand'ring gods, disguis'd in brutish forms
Rather than human Nor did Israel 'scape
T'h' infection, when their borrow'd gold compos d
The calf in Oreb; and the rebel king
Doubled that sin in Rethel and in Dan,
Likening his Maker to the grazed ox,
Jehovah, who in one night, when he pass'd
From Egypt marching, equall'd with one stroke
Both her first-born and all her bleating gods.

"Grunsel, or groundsil edge:" the threshold of the temple gate