Their happy hours in joy and hymning spent. Meanwhile upon the firm opacous globe
Of this round world, whose first convex divides The luminous inferior orbs enclos'd
From Chaos and th' inroad of Darkness old, Satan alighted walks: a globe far off
It seem'd, now seems a boundless continent; Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of Night, Starless expos'd, and ever-threat'ning storms Of Chaos blust'ring round, inclement sky, Save on that side which from the wall of heav'n, Though distant far, some small reflection gains Of glimm'ring air, less vex'd with tempest loud; Here walk'd the fiend at large in spacious field. As when a vulture on Imaus bred,
Whose snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds, Dislodging from a region scarce of prey
To gorge the flesh of lambs, or yeanling kids, On hills where flocks are fed, flies tow'rd the springs Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams; But in his way lights on the barren plains Of Sericana, where Chinesus drive
With sails and wind their cany wagons light: So on this windy sea of land, the fiend Walk'd and down alone, bent on his prey; Alone, for other creature in this place Living or lifeless to be found was none; None yet, but store hereafter from the earth Up hither like aerial vapours flew
Of all things transitory and vain, when sin With vanity had fill'd the works of men ; Both all things vain, and all who in vain things Built their fond hopes of glory or lasting fame, Or happiness in this or th' other life:
All who have their reward on earth, the fruits Of painful superstition and blind zeal, Naught seeking but the praise of men, here find Fit retribution, empty as their deeds;
All th' unaccomplish'd works of Nature's hand,
Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mix'd
Dissolv'd on earth, fleet hither, and in vain, Till final dissolution, wander here,
Not in the neighb'ring moon, as some have dream'd; Those argent fields more likely habitants, Translated saints, or middle spirits hold Betwixt th' angelical and human kind. Hither of ill-join'd sons and daughters born First from the ancient world those giants came With many a vain exploit, though then renown'd The builders next of Babel on the plain Of Sennaar, and still with vain design New Babels, had they wherewithal, would build : Others came single; he who to be deem'd A God, leap'd fondly into Etna flames, Empedocles; and he who to enjoy Plato's Elysium, leap'd into the sea, Cleombrotus and many more too long, Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars, White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery. Here pilgrims roam, that stray'd so far to seek In Golgotha him dead, who lives in heaven; And they who to be sure of Paradise Dying put on the weeds of Dominic, Or in Franciscan think to pass disguis'd; They pass the planets sev'n, and pass the fix'd, And that crystalline sphere* whose balance weighs The trepidation talk'd, and that first mov'd: And now saint Peter at heav'n's wicket seems To wait them with his keys, and now at foot Of heav'n's ascent they lift their feet, when lo A violent cross wind from either coast
Blows them transverse ten thousand leagues awry Into the devious air; then might ye see
"And that crystalline sphere,' &c. an allusion to the Ptolemaic notion of a trepidation or libration in the crystalline heaven, caused by the primum mobile, or first-moved and first mover.
Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers tost And flutter'd into rags, then reliques, beads, Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls, The sport of winds: all these upwhirl'd aloft Fly o'er the backside of the world far off Into a limbo large and broad, since call'd The paradise of fools, to few unknown Long after, now unpeopled, and untrod. All this dark globe the fiend found as he pass'd, And long he wander'd, till at last a gleam Of dawning light turn'd thither-ward in haste His travell'd steps: far distant he descries Ascending by degrees magnificent
Up to the wall of heav'n, a structure high; At top whereof, but far more rich appear'd The work as of a kingly palace gate, With frontispiece of diamond and gold Embellish'd thick with sparkling orient gems The portal shone, inimitable on earth By model, or by shading pencil drawn. The stairs were such as whereon Jacob saw Angels ascending and descerding, bands Of guardians bright, when he from Esau fled To Padan-Aram, in the field of Luz Dreaming by night under the open sky, And waking cry'd, This is the gate of heav'n. Each stair mysteriously was meant, nor stood There always, but drawn up to heav'n sometimes Viewless; and underneath a bright sea flow'd Of jasper, or of liquid pearl, whereon Who after came from earth, sailing arriv'd Wafted by angels, or flew o'er the lake Rapt in a chariot drawn by fiery steeds. The stairs were then let down, whether to dare The fiend by easy ascent, or aggravate His sad exclusion from the doors of bliss: Direct against which open'd from beneath, Just o'er the blissful seat of Paradise,
passage down to th' earth, a passage wide,
Wider by far than that of after times
Over mount Sion; and, though that were large, Over the promis'd land, to God so dear, By which, to visit oft those happy tribes, On high behests his angels to and fro Pass'd frequent, and his eye with choice regard, From Paneas the fount of Jordan's flood To Beersheba, where the Holy Land Borders on Egypt, and the Arabian shore : So wide the op'ning seem'd, where bounds were set To darkness, such as bound the ocean wave. Satan from hence, now on the lower stair That scal'd by steps of gold to heaven gate, Looks down with wonder at the sudden view Of all this world at once. As when a scout Through dark and desert ways with peril gone All night, at last by break of cheerful dawn Obtains the brow of some high-climbing hill, Which to his eye discovers unaware The goodly prospect of some foreign land First seen, or some renown'd metropolis With glist'ring spires and pinnacles adorn'd, Which now the rising sun gilds with his beams; Such wonder seiz'd, though after heaven seen, The spirit malign, but much more envy seiz❜d, At sight of all this world beheld so fair. Round he surveys (and well might, where he stood So high above the circling canopy
Of night's extended shade) from eastern point Of Libra to the fleecy star that bears Andromeda far off Atlantic seas
Beyond th' horizon; then from pole to pole He views in breadth, and without longer pause Downright into the world's first region throws His flight precipitant, and winds with ease Through the pure marble air. his oblique way Amongst innumerable stars, that shone
Stars distant, but nigh hand seem'd other worlds; Or other worlds they seem'd, or happy isles,
Like those Hesperian gardens fam'd of old, Fortunate fields, and groves, and flow'ry vales, Thrice happy isles, but who dwelt happy there He stay'd not to inquire above them all The golden sun in splendour likest heav'n Allur'd his eye; thither his course he bends Through the calm firmament (but up or down, By centre, or eccentric, hard to tell,
Or longitude,) where the great luminary. Aloof the vulgar constellations thick, That from his lordly eye keep distance due, Dispenses light from far; they as they move Their starry dance in numbers that compute Days, months, and years, tow'rds his all-cheering lamp
Turns swift their various motions, or are turn'd By his magnetic beam, that gently warms The universe, and to each inward part With gentle penetration, though unseen, Shoots invisible virtue ev'n to the deep; So wondrously was set his station bright. There lands the fiend, a spot like which perhaps Astronomer in the sun's lucent orb
Through his glaz'd optic tube yet never saw. The place he found beyond expression bright, Compar'd with aught on earth, metal of stone; Not all parts like, but all alike inform'd With radiant light, as glowing iron with fire; If metal, part seem'd gold, part silver clear; If stone, carbuncle most or chrysolite, Ruby or topaz, to the twelve that shone In Aaron's breast-plate, and a stone besides Imagin'd rather oft than elsewhere seen, That stone, or like to that which here below Philosophers in vain so long have sought, In vain, though by their pow'rful art they bind Volatile hermes, and call up unbound
In various shapes old Proteus from the sea, Drain'd through a limbec to his native form.
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