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If he opposd; and with ambitious aim Against the Throne and Monarchy of God Raisd impious War in Heavn and Battel proud With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurld headlong flaming from th Ethereal Skie [ 45 ] With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In Adamantine Chains and Penal Fire, Who durst defie th Omnipotent to Arms. Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night [ 50 ] To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulf Confounded though immortal: But his doom Reservd him to more wrath; for now the thought

Both of lost happiness and lasting pain [ 55 ] Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes That witnessed huge affliction and dismay Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate: At once as far as Angels kenn he views The dismal Situation waste and wilde, [ 60 ] A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great Furnace flamd, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Servd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace [65] And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed

With ever-burning Sulfur unconsumed: Such place Eternal Justice had prepared [ 70 ] For those rebellious, here thir Prison ordained In utter darkness, and thir portion set As far removed from God and light of Heavn As from the Center thrice to the utmost Pole. O how unlike the place from whence they fell! [ 75 ] There the companions of his fall, orewhelmd With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire, He soon discerns, and weltring by his side One next himself in power, and next in crime,