UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA AT LOS ANGELES MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS. 5 UAI.LANTVNE, PRINTER, EDINBURGH. MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS. miti) ILtTe, Critical Dissertation, anti explanatory iiMes, BY THE REV. GEORGE GILFILLAN. VOL. 1. 4 G 4 3 ^ EDINBURGH: JAMES NICHOL, 9 NORTH BANK STREET. LONDON : JAMES NISBET AND CO. DUBLIN : W. ROBERTSON. M.DCCC.U1I. N \ THE LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. All biographies are, more or less, skeletons. Even Boswell's Life of Johnson, which is the fullest in the world, is but an outline of its gigantic subject. This is much more true of the lives of those distinguished men who lived before biography had become a necessary article of public entertainment — before conversation was a marketable commodity — who were either lost in the general melee of the warfare and action of their times, or who cultivated a majestic solitude, living " collaterally or aside " to the world and their own age. It is remarkable, that the four greatest of all poets, Homer, Dante, Shakspere, and Milton, are those precisely of whom least has been told us, and the incidents of whose private history are in a peculiar degree at once scanty and uncertain. Homer is little more than a Voice, lonely, melancholy, and powerful, rhapsodizing on the Chian strand. Dante stands forth more clearly from the clouds of the past, but he, too, is surrounded by darkness, and his personality is that of a shade. Shakspere has been described as a munificent and modest benefactor, who knocked at the door of the human family by night — threw in inestimable wealth- fled — and the sound of his footsteps was all the tidings he gave of himself. Of Milton what we know is only sufficient to make us regret that we know no more — a regret increased by the reflection, that his life was as lofty as his genius, and that his conversation seems to have been as rich as his poetry. VI LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. It shall be our endeavour in the pages that follow to condense in brief compass the leading facts known of the great author of Paradise Lost, interposing a few occasional comments, and reserving for the next volume our fuller views on his poetry and genius. .John Milton was the son of John ami-Sarah Milton, and was born in London on the 9th of December 1G08. His father was a scrivener to trade, and lived at the sign of the Spread Eagle in Bread Street — a street lying — in what is called tech- nically the City — under the shadow of St Paul's. lie had in his youth attended Christ Church, Oxford, where he was converted to the Protestant faith, and abjured publicly the errors of Popery, for which his father, a bigoted Papist, dis- inherited him. The student was thus compelled to enter on the profession mentioned above, and prospered in it to such a degree, as to be able to give his children a liberal education, and to secure a comfortable competence for his closing years, which were spent in the country. There can be little doubt that the hatred of Popery and arbitrary power which dis- tinguished the illustrious son was instilled into him from childhood, and intensified by the recollection of his father's wrongs. II is mother's name was Caston. She was of Welsh descent, and had perhaps some sparks of the wild poetical enthu- siasm of the ancient Britons in her blood. Her son speaks of her worth and liberality to the poor, and praises his father for his love of letters and his sterling integrity of character. He possessed another artistic taste, which he transmitted to the poet. He was passionately fond of music, and as a composer ranked with the best of that a^e. O To the unspeakable privilege of two admirable parents was added that of a most careful and copious education. Milton was one of the few who have enjoyed the benefits both of private and public tuition. His first tutor was one Thomas Young, a genuine Koundhead from Essex, who, according to Aubrey, " cutt his hair short," who enjoyed afterwards the honour of banishment to Holland for his religion, but returned, and, during Cromwell's reign, was master of Jesus College, ( Jambridge. Young, though a Puritan, loved poetry, LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. Vll and, according to Milton, taught his pupil to love it. He died in the year 1674. When approaching the age of fifteen, his tutor having gone abroad, Milton was removed to St Paul's school. There, under the care of Alexander Gill the master, and his son the usher of the school, he appears to have profited much in learning. Even then he was a hard student, seldom quitting his books till midnight, and frequent headaches gave, in vain, warning of the disease which was ultimately to quench his eyes in darkness. His favourite reading was in books of poetry, among which are particularly mentioned, Sylvester's Du Bartas (a vast curious medley of sense and nonsense, childish platitudes and genuine poetry, quaint pedantry and profound learning) and Spenser. It was Spenser, too, we re- member with interest, who first awakened the muse of Cowley. The season of an author's life in which love for books prompts to imitation of their beauties, and the yearning admi- ration and despair with which the student leans over the burning page of genius are exchanged for lively, hopeful, and determined emulation of its wonders, is always profoundly interesting and instructive, whether it occur late in life, as in the case of Dryden, or early, as in that of Pope and Milton. If the latter could hardly be said to " lisp the numbers," he was certainly a boy-poet. In 1623, while still fifteen, he paraphrased the 114th and 136th Psalms, productions which, amid much that is imperfect and juvenile, discover the ascend- ancy the Hebrew genius had already acquired over his mind, and something of that unequalled command of poetical language — that knowledge of the magic of words — which distinguished him in after days. Take the following specimen : — " He with his thunder-clasping hand Smote the first-born of Egypt land ; And in despite of Pharaoh fell He brought from thence his Israel. The ruddy waves he cleft in twain Of the Erythraean main : The flood stood still, like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass : But full soon they did devour The tawny king with all his power." viil LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. Two years later, lie wrote his quaint but ingenious poem on the " Death of a Fair Infant, Dying of a Cough," said to be his niece, daughter of his sister Phillipps. Previous to this, in February 1624, he was sent from St Paul's school to Christ's College, Cambridge. There he seems at first to have been treated with considerable severity, but soon attracted attention by his diligence, his scholarship, and the exquisite Latin and English exercises he produced. At college, too, he wrote his " Sonnet on Shakspere," and his magnificent " Hymn on the Morning of Christ's Nativity," which alone might have preserved his name, and which seems, more than any of his earlier poems, a miniature of Paradise Lost, in all its leading qualities of religious feeling, solemn grandeur of conception, slow and majestic movement of verse, massive strength of diction, language that " may be felt," and the inimitable ma- nagement of mythological and classic images. From Christ's College he was, as all acquainted with his history know, rusticated. There is less evidence for the com- mon story that he was whipped by his tutor for contumacy, although it is affirmed by Aubrey. Certain it is that, like many men of genius, he seems to have derived little benefit from his University, and to have cherished little affection for it. He took, however, the ordinary degree of M.A. ; and then, in 1G32, we see him, with a proud full heart, and having shaken the dust off his feet, leaving Cambridge for the country, to return to its inglorious shades no more. His lather had meanwhile retired from business, and settled in Horton, near Colncbrooke, Buckinghamshire. To his scat the rusticated poet repaired, and remained there from 1G32 to 1638, ")• from his twenty-fourth to his thirtieth year. This seems to us one of the most interesting portions of his life. lie had ample leisure for study, and used it in laying up those vrasl stnns of recondite learning which were commensurate with his genius, and on which that genius was afterwards to teed, free and unbounded, as a fire feeds upon a mighty forest. The country around is rich and beautiful, in the English sense of that word ; and Milton in his solitary walks gathered ma- terials tor his descriptions of nature, and we find the groves LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. IX and fields of Buckinghamshire reproduced not only in the scenery of " L' Allegro" and " Lycidas," but in his pictures of the arbours of Eden and the valleys of Heaven. His family circle was not numerous, but it was select, consisting of his father and mother, a married sister older than himself, and a younger brother engaged in the study of the law. By living in the country he was enabled with greater ease to preserve entire his personal purity and his temperate and devotional habits. His amusements consisted principally of botanising excursions through the neighbouring country, of musical enter- tainments, and of occasional visits to London for books, lessons in mathematics, and the like. Here, doubtless, passages of early love occurred, which tended still more to fan his poetic fire, although no trace of their particulars can now be discovered. He seems to have occasionally visited the accomplished Coun- tess Dowager of Derby, residing in Harefield Place, hard by Horton, whose grandchildren performed the " Arcades." According to some accounts, he at this time, in the course of visits to the beautiful village of Foresthill, near Oxford, met with Mary Powell, daughter of Squire Powell, and destined to become his wife. Here, certainly, he wrote those beautiful minor poems, " L' Allegro," " Penseroso," " Arcades," " Ly- cidas," and " Comus," which themselves constitute a claim to a reputation at least as great as Tasso's or Wordsworth's, even although " Paradise Lost" and " Paradise Regained" had never appeared. "Comus" was written for his father's landlord, the Earl of Bridge water, and enacted in 1634 at his lordship's residence of Castle Ludlow. In 1637 his mother died, and Milton prevailed on his father to permit him to visit the Continent. Probably he found his sphere at Horton but too comfortable and contracted for his expanding genius, and it might be that one of those sudden longings for travel which often cross the souls of the solitary had come irresistibly over his. Like Keats, he felt that " happy was England, sweet her artless daughters," but felt, too, a strong desire to see " beauties of deeper glance," and to " Sit upon an Alp as on a throne." X LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. He wished, besides, to visit Italy for the sake of its music, and designed to form a collection of it whilst there. Having obtained directions as to his travels from Sir Henry Wotton, to whom he had communicated his purpose, he set out in 1638, attended q>y a single servant. We remember few finer subjects for con- emplation or picture than that of Milton in the prime of his life — w ith youth and manhood mingling on his brow — with his lono; auburn hair — with his beautiful Grecian face — with a mild majestic enthusiasm glowing in his eyes — with cheek ten- derly flushed by exercise and country air — with a form erect and buoyant with hope — with a body and soul pure and un- contaminated — and bearing, like one of the ancient gods, a musical instrument in his hand, leaving the Horton solitude upon his travels to the lands of romance and poetry. How different from the spectacle presented nearly two centuries afterwards, of Byron, soured, satiated, old in passion and miseiy, although younger than Milton in years, setting out on his journey in search of oblivion ! The one seemed a mon- strous mixture of Apollo the beautiful, and Vulcan the vicious and lame ; the other the very god of poesy himself, as when he kept the flocks of Admetus, or tuned his lute — " Sole sitting on the shores of old Romance." \ He went first to Paris, where he remained a few days, and was, through Lord Scudamore, introduced to Grotius, then the Swedish ambassador to France, and in his fifty-sixth year. The interview between the young poet and the mature scholar must have been interesting. Milton could appreciate the learning of Grotius, and probably liked him none the less for his Arminianism. Grotius, as his metrical translations from the Greek prove, was far from destitute of poetical feeling, and must have loved the ingenuous and high-minded English- man. Indeed, Milton's nephew tells us that he took the visit kindly, and gave him entertainment suitable to his worth, and to the high commendations he had heard of him. From Paris he went to Nice, and thence to Genoa, and thence to Florence, where he stayed for two months. He was received with the highest honours by the literati of that city, and became a LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. XI welcome guest at their " academies," as the reunions of the learned were then termed. We can conceive the rapture with which he felt himself in the city of Dante, perused the mas- terpieces of Italian art, gazed on the beautiful environs of the city, and, above all, mingled for the first time, to any full measure, in the society of men of kindred tastes and feelings. Of these, Dati wrote a Latin eulogy on him, and Francini an Italian ode in his praise, and Malatesti dedicated to him one of his works. At this time, too, occurred his celebrated inter- view with Galileo, then in the dungeons of the Inquisition ; surely another theme for the noblest pencil — the meeting of Italy's old savan and England's young genius, — the gray- haired sage, each wrinkle on his forehead the furrow of a star, and the " Lady of his College," with his long curling locks, and a dream of Eden sleeping on his smooth brow ; while the dim twilight of the cell, spotted by the fierce eyes of the offi- cials, seemed the age too late or too early on which both had fallen — a meeting like that of Morning with her one star, and day in the distance, and of Midnight, with all her melancholy maturity and host of diminished suns. From Florence he went by way of Sienna to Rome, where other and yet rarer thrills of delight awaited him. Although few if any allusions to the works of Italian statuary, painting, or architecture occur in his writings ; and although some of his commentators have in vain sought to find traces of resem- blance between some great Italian pictures and certain scenes in his " Paradise Lost," there can be no doubt that a mind so susceptible as his, drank in influence and inspiration from the sculptures, the paintings, and buildings of the Eternal City, from the dome of St Peter's seen by morning light, and from the ruins of Mount Palatine dim-discovered in the midnight moon. Michael Angelo, like Dante, was of a genius kindred to Milton's own — stern, lofty, ever covered by the shadow of the Infinite ; and it were treason against both to suppose that the one was not enchanted by the productions of the other. At Rome, as at Florence, he was treated with the utmost con- sideration, particularly by Holstenius, the keeper of the Vati- can library ; by Cardinal Barberini, the patron cardinal of the Xll LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. English ; and by Salvaggi and Salsilli, who praised his powers and learning in verses which were afterwards prefixed to his Latin poems. From Rome, after two months' stay, he proceeded to Naples in the company of a religious recluse, who introduced him to John Baptista Manso, the Marquis of Villa. This eminent person had been the patron of Tasso, and received with open arms a far greater than he. Such were his attentions to Milton that, in gratitude, on his departure from Naples, he presented him with his elegant eclogue entitled " Mansus," a poem well calculated, by even Dr Johnson's confession, to raise in the noble Italian a very high opinion of English taste and literature. Manso, in his turn, addressed a complimentary distich to Milton. From Naples he intended to have pro- ceeded to Sicily and Greece. How he must have regretted, and how much we also may, that he had not fulfilled his in- tention — not seen with that anointed and anointing eye of his — " Etna's fires grow dim before the rising day " — the vale of Tempo, the pastures of Pcneus, the heights of Parnassus, the unmclted snows of Olympus, the gray plain of Marathon, and the marvellous combination of natural and artistic beauties which gathers round the city of Athens ; nay, that ltc had not extended his torn- eastwards to those awful lands which must far oftener have visited" his dreams, where Siloa's brook still flows, where Olivet still looks down on the Holy City, and the scathed summits of Sinai tower into the torrid air as boldly as on that morning when the Ancient of Days descended on them ! But he had heard of the great controversy which was raging in his native country, and this drew him back from what had been the cherished purpose of his soul. " I thought it base," he says, " to be travelling for amusement abroad while my fellow-citizens were fighting for liberty at home." And with probably a few natural sighs and wistful looks cast to the cast, he turned his steps and went back to Borne. His language, while in that city before, on the subject of religion, had been fearless and outspoken. This had made him enemies, and had restrained the kindness of LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. Xlll friends. He was now warned that the Jesuits were framing plots against him, and that if he would escape their malice he must " keep his thoughts close and his countenance open." Such warnings and advices he did not regard, but continued two more months in Home, and altered in no whit either his conduct or his language. From Rome he proceeded again to Florence, and then visited Lucca. He next crossed the Apen- nines, and went by Bologna and Ferrara to Venice, in which city he spent a month; thence he took his course through Verona, Milan, and along the lake Leman, to Geneva. In this part of his journey he, of course, saw the Alps ; and the eye of Milton, looking at the dome of Mont Blanc, must itself have been a sight. After spending some time in Geneva, where he became intimate with Deodati and Spanheim, he returned through France, and arrived at home after fifteen months' absence. During that time, the scenery and manners with which he came in contact were silently and unalterably daguerreotyping themselves upon his mind; but it is even more important to observe that, according to his own express and solemn statement, he came back as he had gone out, a virgin, free of all taint from the licentious lands he had tra- versed. Art alone could not thus have preserved her votary, however ardent and sincere — Religion only could. Returned to London, he hired a lodging in St Bride's Churchyard, Fleet Street, and undertook the education of his sister's sons, John and Edward Phillipps, the first ten, the other nine years of age; and in a year's time made them capable of interpreting a Latin author at sight ! From Fleet Street, finding his house not large enough, he passed to Aldersgate Street, where he took a commodious and hand- some house, situated at the end of an entry, and in a garden, and received a few more pupils besides his nephews. It has been objected to him that, instead of taking public part in the grand struggle of the age, he should have sunk down into a schoolmaster. Milton was himself the best judge. He felt that he could serve the popular cause better by his pen than by his sword. He sate calmly down, therefore, to write down every species of arbitrary power, and supported himself b XIV LIFE OP JOHN MILTON. honourably the while by teaching a school. In this we see no disgrace and no cowardice ; but, on the contrary, recognise in it the conduct of a man as brave and honest as he was wise. The mode of education he established was strict and pecu- liar. Occasionally, however, he relaxed in the hard study and spare diet which he had allotted to his pupils and him- self ; and spent with them a general day of harmless enjoy- ment in the country. In 1641, he published his Treatise on Reformation, in two books, strongly and eloquently defending the Puritanic side. He was moved to this the more, that he knew that the Puritans were inferior in learning to their oppo- nents. His opinions on the controverted questions had been made up long before. The accession of such a man to the party of the movement, was of the utmost importance. Its other writers had courage, determination, and talent; but M ilton and Howe alone had genius ; and Milton had, what Howe wanted, the ear of Em-ope and an imperial command over the purest Latinity, to which only that ear was then willing to hearken. This treatise, indeed, was in English, but contained some of the most magnificent passages of prose in the language — passages, according to Coleridge, as distinctly pro- phetic of the " Paradise Lost," as the red clouds of dawn are of the rising of the sun. In the same year, he issued, in reply to Bishop Usher's Confutation of Smectymnuus, a treatise of Pre- latical Episcopacy. Usher, that u great luminary of the Irish Church," as I)r Johnson calls him, had at last met his match, not perhaps to the full in learning, but certainly in fervid sin- cerity, acute intellect, and powerful eloquence. One is re- minded of Milton's own — "Two black clouds With heaven's artillery fraught, come rattling on Over the Caspian, then stand front to front Hovering a space, till winds the signal blow, To join their dark encounter in mid-air." We cannot add, however, in this case, although Johnson does in another, that " Hell grew darker at their frown." Milton treats Usher, on the whole, respectfully, and compliments him on his learning, in his next publication. That was the Reason LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. XV of Church Government urged against Prelacy , and it was fol- lowed by Animadversions on Bishop HalVs Defence of the Humble Remonstrance. In the former occurs the celebrated passage in which he announces his intention of writing a He- roic Poem, " not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist, or the trencher fury of a riming para- site, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases." He finally closed this controversy with an Apology for Smectymnuus, confessing ingenuously, however, that he was " led by the genial power of nature to another task ;" and that in this he had but the " use, as it were, of his left hand." He panted for beholding the " bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies," and had yet long enough to pant. Hitherto, Milton had remained alone — and his life, on the whole, had been a monologue. He was now to enter upon the married state. About Whitsuntide 1643, when he had reached his thirty-fifth year, he, to use the words of his nephew, Phillipps, " took a journey into the country, nobody about him certainly knowing the reason, or that it was more than a journey of recreation, till after a month's stay, home he returns a married man, that went out a bachelor." His bride was Mary, the eldest daughter of Mr Powell, formerly mentioned as a squire residing at Forest Hill. Hastily got up, this match turned out miserably ill; contradicting for once the common notion that marriages made in middle life are the happiest. His wife seems to have been a gay, com- monplace girl, fond of dancing and other trifling amuse- ments — in short, the last person fitted to be the companion of an austere and lofty-souled scholar like Milton. At the end of a month, wearied with the monotony of his life, terrified at the statuesque precision of his habits and character, and sigh- ing after the parties and pleasures of the gay corner from which ske came, under pretext of a visit to her friends, she X vi LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. left him, and when asked to return at the time appointed, positively refused. He sent letter after letter to induce her to alter her resolution, — they were returned unopened ; he even despatched a messenger, — he was dismissed from her father's house with contempt. His grief and surprise were soon changed into fury ; he determined to repudiate her, and pro- ceeded to justify the step by writing four treatises, The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce ; The Judgment of Martin Bucer concerning Divorce; Tetrachordon ; and Colasterion. Without defending the loose and dangerous doctrines advo- cated in these treatises, we must say that Milton's conduct admits of more excuse than that of other celebrated men who have been in a similar domestic predicament. Cole- ridge's irregularities would have tried the patience of any woman that ever lived. Shelley married too young, and it was not much wonder that such u calf-love" did not con- tinue. Byron seems to have behaved badly, if not brutally, to his lady, and was, we fear, unfaithful ere the one year of their connexion had elapsed. But Milton's wife had nothing to complain of except his austere manners and life, and of these she might have been aware before the marriage. " Hear- ing his nephews cry sometimes under his severe discipline" is the only fact alleged in her excuse. The truth simply is, they were uncongenial, and had, in the mysterious providence of God, met for mutual misery. But it had been braver and nobler, and in the long run better far for both, had they submitted in silence, instead of kicking against what was their fixed and forefated lot. His principal defence is, that she was the aggressor. These treatises, new in doctrine, uncompromising in spirit, and bold in language, could not fail of attracting attention, and of exciting controversy. Many sneered at them ; some replied in print ; others attacked them from the pulpit ; and a few rallied around them, who gained the name of Divorcists or Miltonists. It was unfortunate for their effect that they so manifestly sprung from the bitterness of personal dis- appointment. The fox had lost his tail, and must persuade all future foxes to claim the liberty of cutting off theirs when- LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. XV11 ever they chose ! The Presbyterians were especially inimical to his views. They had him summoned before the House of Lords, by whom, however, he was speedily dismissed ; and one of their leading clergy, Herbert Palmer, abused his book in the bitterest terms. These facts seem to have determined the balance of Milton's mind against Presbyterianism and in favour of the Independent party. Meanwhile, he was carry- ing out the principles of his work, by paying his addresses to the daughter of Dr Davis, described as a lady of great beauty and intelligence. He had apparently not heard the Scottish proverb, "It is best to be off with the old love, before you are on with the new." A short time afterwards, he was startlingly reminded of its truth. Although agonised and almost " driven to atheism" by this distressing event, his mind continued as active and powerful as ever. In 1644, he published his Tractate on Education, developing a plan of training rather Utopian, and which seems scarcely worth being realised. Any student subjected to it would have turned out a curious mixture; one-third farmer, one-third pedant, and one-third poet. In the same year, Milton wrote a far nobler production ; indeed, his grandest in prose, The Areopagitica ; a Speech for the Liberty of Unlicensed Printing. The most elaborate speeches or treatises of the ancients, the Philippics of Demosthenes and the orations of Cicero, seem but the discourses of Lilliput compared to this. It had suited an audience of "giant angels " better than even that stately senate to which it was addressed. J/ti^ almost entirely free from the quaintness, stiffness, and involution which mark his ordinary prose-style, and rises more easily into its altitudes. It is as " thunder mingled with clear echoes ; " and amid all its merits, its strong argument, its sounding-march, the " deep organ-tone " of its diction, there is nothing more remarkable about it than its sustained, cheerful, and majestic calmness. One wonders how it could be written by one so strangely widowed as its author had been, and is tempted to suspect that the bright eyes of Miss Davis had in part inspired it. Like almost all first-rate speeches, such as Burke's, and Fox's, and XV111 LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. Chatham's best, it failed in gaining its object, and would have failed even had Milton been permitted to read it in person to the Parliament. The Presbyterians when they got the press into their hands were as unfriendly to its unrestricted freedom as the Prelatists had been. His father had now come to reside with him, and the number of his pupils increasing, he took a larger house. Before removing to it, he was astonished, upon one of his usual visits to a relation in St Martin's le Grand, to see his wife coming in from another room and beseeching forgiveness. A scene followed, at which some will be disposed to laugh, and others to cry. She fell on her knees, she bathed him with her tears, and he, overpowered by her solicitations, took her once more to his bosom. It was magnanimous conduct, although undoubtedly the scheme was pre-concerted on the part of her friends, who felt the declining state of the royal cause, who foresaw that Milton's star was soon to culminate, and had heard that he was paying his addresses to another lady. This sets, we think, their conduct in a very mean light, and reminds us of that of the Armour family, who per- secuted poor Burns when " hungry ruin had him in the wind," but fawned on him, and made him welcome to visit Jean, after his triumphant return from Edinburgh. What became of Miss Davis we are not informed. The Poet removed soon after to Barbican, where he received, besides his wife, his pupils and his own father, his wife's father and mother, after they were impoverished by the success of the Roundheads. Todd has discovered some curious documents, ■which shew that Powell had been in debt to Milton's father, and that after his death, Milton, to reimburse himself, took possession of his mortgaged property, and so Powell's widow and eight children were left destitute. This is not a story much to Milton's credit, and constitutes, in fact, the one small thing recorded against him. But we are not acquainted with all the circumstances. In 1646-7, Powell died a broken- hearted bankrupt ; and soon after, Milton's own father expired. Before this, he had published, for the first time in a collected form, his juvenile poems in Latin and English. LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. XIX In 1647, his family circle having been lessened by the death of his father and father-in-law, and by the departure of widow Powell and her family, he took a smaller dwelling in Holborn, opening backward into Lincoln's Inn Fields, and continued to instruct a few scholars. From this date till the death of Charles I. his pen seems to have remained idle, with the ex- ception of turning into English verse a few of the Psalms, sooth to say, with no great success. If Milton failed, can we wonder that no one else has fully succeeded in translating these divine lyrics ? On the 30th of January 1648-9, Divine Right, in the person of Charles I., was publicly put to death before Whitehall, and the blow " resounded through the universe ! " Thousands awoke at the sound — many to scream out contradiction and rage — many to shed bitter tears, and many to express a faint and faltering approbation. Milton belonged to none of these classes, but dared to echo the falling axe, and to cry aloud, " It is the judgment of God." He published a treatise entitled the Tenure of Kings and Magistrates, in which he elabo- rately shews " that it is lawful, and hath been held so through all ages, for any who have the power to call to account a tyrant or wicked king." This strong and seasonable argument, from the most powerful pen then extant, led to important advan- tages. Grateful for his aid, the government appointed him their Latin secretary, with a salary of £288 a-year. " As Latin secretary," says an able writer, " his duties were multi- farious and somewhat onerous. As it had been resolved that all the government correspondence with foreign princes and states should be in Latin, he had daily to attend at Whitehall to lend his services as a compiler and translator. A collection of the letters written by him in this capacity, both for the Council of State and for Cromwell, is published among his prose works. But, besides these strictly official duties, others naturally devolved upon him in consequence of his general literary abilities." To this class belong his Critical Observa- tions on the Articles of Peace between the Earl of Ormond and the Irish Rebels — his Eiconoclastes, written in reply to the famous Eicon Basilike, the supposed production of Charles I., XX LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. and his Defensio pro Populo Anglicano, an answer to the Latin Defence of Charles L, produced by Salmasius, a Frenchman, and reputed one of the best scholars in Europe. Of these, the first two were published in 1649, and the last in 1651. All made more or less a profound sensation, and were in different measures distinguished by the same qualities — profuse learning — scholastic subtlety — eloquence of a rich and massive but involved and intricate texture — decision of tone, amounting to dogmatism and defiance — a fierce con- temptuous bitterness to his opponents — passages of almost superhuman dignity and splendour, alternating with bad jokes, word-playings, and the vilest of all possible puns. On the whole, when he became a controversialist, if not weak as other men, his stature, like that of his own angels ere entering the halls of Pandemonium, was dwarfed and dwindled. Two passages from his Defensio are worthy of all admiration — those, namely, describing Cromwell and Bradshaw, pictures which reduce to mere daubs all the sketches of character pro- duced before or since from Plutarch to Lord Brougham. Salmasius answered Milton's attack by an assault on his private character. Indeed, the personalities on both sides were atrocious and disgusting, as was the manner of that age. Peter de Moulin also replied to the Defensio pro Popuh, and provoked a rejoinder still fiercer from Milton's pen, entitled Defensio Socunda. Salmasius shortly after died, according to some, broken-hearted, owing to the neglect he experienced after Milton's book appeared. For several years thereafter he was principally occupied in his official duties; and having given up his pupils, and finding his health somewhat impaired, he removed to Scotland Yard, and thence to Garden House in Westminster, where he continued till near the time of the Restoration. In 1652, a calamity which had long impended over at last came down on him — Ave allude to his blindness. This had been slowly gaining on him, and the labours con- nected with the Salmasian controversy brought it to a point. Of course, there were many to cry out, a " judgment," and to dream that it was a drop of the king's blood which had quenched his eyes ! Milton has written more than one noble LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. XXI complaint over his completed blindness. We could have con- ceived him penning an expostulation to the advancing shadow, equally sublime and equally vain, for it was God's pleasure that this great spirit should, like himself, dwell for a season in the thick darkness. The same year his wife died in childbed, leaving him alone, blind, and with the care of three infant daughters, the oldest of whom was not more than six years of age. But he was only forty-four — his circumstances were comfortable — his resolution was unconquerable, and he girded himself up to mate with and overcome his difficulties. Mr Philip Meadowes was appointed to assist him in his secretary- ship, and yet his salary was not at first diminished. He was married, in the year 1656, a second time. His wife was the daughter of Captain Woodcock of Hackney. This marriage was veiy happy, but of short continuance. She, too, died in childbirth, within a year after marriage, and her memory lives in one of his sweetest sonnets. By and by his salary was reduced one-half, and his duties were divided, although his pen was ever ready to defend the government down almost to the date of the Restoration, Relieved, first by the appointment of Meadowes, and then of the celebrated Andrew Marvel, as his colleague, he began to revolve certain vast literary projects, such as a Latin The- saurus, a Body of Divinity out of the Bible, a History of his Native Country, and an Epick Poem. For the Dictionary the preparations were begun, but left in a fragmentary state — the History was commenced after the " Paradise Lost" was finished — the System of Divinity was discovered, and published in 1825 — and the design of the Epick was built up into the sublimest production of the human mind. Meanwhile, in 1659, he pub- lished his Treatise of Civil Power in Ecclesiastical Causes, shewing that it is not lawful for any power on earth to compel in matters of religion ; and, in the same year, Considerations touching the Likeliest Means to Remove Hirelings out of the Church ; a Letter to a Friend concerning the Ruptures of the Commonwealth ; and a Letter to General Monk on the Present Means of a Free Commonwealth. In February, he gave to the world what he hoped might not contain the " last words of xxii LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. expiring liberty," in a Ready and Easy Way to Establish a Free Commonwealth. These efforts to retard the Restoration were strong, but con- vulsive and ineffectual. Cromwell's genius was latterly the one bulwark against the return of Charles ; he was now re- moved, and there was nothing for it but that the nation, " like a tame elephant, should kneel" and receive its worthless rider. The consequences to Milton were disastrous ; he had sat for years at ease in his " garden-house," labouring, but not toiling, visited by friends such as Lawrence, Skinner, Needham, and Marvel ; visited, too, by foreigners, many of whom came to England simply to see Cromwell and Milton — in the posses- sion of competence, if not wealth — blind, but full of internal light, of celestial cheer, and with great projects passing across his mind, and causing his eyes, as they passed, to twinkle with joy. Now his secretaryship was lost, he was obliged to take refuge in a friend's house in Bartholomew Close ; nay, according to some accounts, to give himself out for dead, and to have a mock funeral made for him. His Eiconoclastes and Defensio were burned by the hands of the common hangman. He was not relieved from danger till the act of indemnity was passed ; and, even after that, he was a short time in the custody of the serjeant-at-arms. As we have elsewhere said, although the heat of persecution was abated, the prospects of Milton were aught but cheering. He was poor, blind, solitary — his second wife dead — his daughters undutiful, unkind, and anxious for his death — his country was enslaved — the hopes of the Church and the world seemed blasted — one might have expected that disappointment, regret, and vexation would have completed their work. It was the greatest crisis in the history of the individual man. Napoleon survived the loss of his empire, and men call him great because he survived it. ( Sir Walter Scott not only survived the loss of his fortune, but he struggled manfully amid the sympathy of the civilised species to repair it. But Milton, amid the loss of friends, fortune, fame, sight, domestic comfort, long cherished hopes, not only survived, but stood firm as a god over the ruins of a world — and not only stood firm, but, LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. XX111 alone and unaided, built to himself an everlasting monument. "Verily, lie was one of the celestial coursers who feed on no vulgar or earthly food. He had " meat to eat that the world knew not of." As soon as he felt himself out of danger, he settled in Holborn, and then in Jewin Street, Aldersgate, and resumed his wonted studies. In 1664 he married his third wife, Elizabeth Minshull, daughter of Sir Edward Minshull, in Cheshire. It was a " made-up match," she having been chosen at his request by his friend Dr Paget, to be the nurse of his declining years. Like his other two wives, she was a maiden. He had an aversion to marrying widows. His daughters, three in number, Anne, Mary, and Deborah, acted as his amanuenses till the period of their respective marriages. They were taught to read, without understanding, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew, to their blind father. From this slavery it is not to be wondered that they shrunk ; but, besides, they are said to have combined with his maid-servant in cheating him, and to have pawned his books. On what terms he lived with his third wife is not quite certain. A little after his marriage, he is said to have been offered the Latin secretary- ship again, but declined it. About this time commenced his intimacy with Ellwood the Quaker. This amiable and intel- ligent young man used to come every afternoon except that of Sunday, and to read Latin to him. Ellwood, though himself an object of persecution, found means to be serviceable to Milton. He had got a situation as tutor in the family of a rich Quaker in Chalfont, Buckinghamshire, and when the plague broke out in London in 1665, he hired there a house for the poet, who removed to Chalfont with all his family. When he arrived, he found Ellwood imprisoned in Aylesbury gaol on account of his religion. As soon, however, as he obtained his liberty, he paid Milton a visit, who put into his hands a MS., requesting him to read it, and give him his opinion. It was Paradise Lost ! He had commenced this marvellous poem two years before the Restoration, and it had thus occupied him seven years — a time neither too long nor too short for the construction of such a piece of Cyclopean Xxiv LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. masonry. His purpose of writing an epic had never been relinquished, and from harsh and crabbed controversies he returned gladly to poetry, like a wearied sea-bird to his nest. It was not composed, as might have been imagined, in slow and regular succession of effort, but at fits and snatches, the " spirit moving him at times," as it did of old his Danite hero. It is curious, that, though the most intensely cultivated of poets, he was most dependent on moods and moments ; his favourite season was from the " autumnal to the vernal equinox." Now, he could only indite coarse and clumsy prose, and, anon, " flowed free his unpremeditated verse" in a " torrent rapture " of beauty, music, and power. The poem, though completed and approved of by Ellwood, was nearly stifled in its cradle by the licenser, who detected treason in that noble simile of the eclipse — " "With fear of change perplexing monarchs." Perhaps, also, he felt some little spite to the author of the Areopagitica, who had treated his tribe with such crushing contempt. At length, however, licensed the poem was, and Milton sold his copy, April 27, 1667, to Samuel Symmons, for an immediate payment of five pounds — an agreement with the bookseller, however, entitling him to a conditional pay- ment of five pounds more when thirteen hundred copies should be sold of the first edition ; of the same sum after the same number of the second edition ; and of another five pounds after the same sale of the third ; the number of each edition was not to exceed fifteen hundred copies. It appeared in a small quarto form, in ten books, and was sold for three shillings. We have seen this first edition as well as the third, and, humble as they were in binding, they seemed to our eyes covered all over, like a summer's sunset, with glory. In two years the sale gave the author a right to his second instalment. The second edition appeared in 1647, and was arranged into twelve books. Milton lived not to receive the price stipulated for this impression. The third edition was published in 1678, and, on the receipt of eight pounds, the widow of the poet gave it over entire to Symmons, who sold it for twenty-five pounds to Aylmer, and LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. XXV from him it passed into Jacob Tonson's hands. It is singular, contrasting this " goodly price " at which the greatest of English poems was prized, with the large sums which have been paid since for Marmions, and Lalla Rookhs, and Childe Harolds, or even with the experiences of our own day, in which, a month or two ago, a young author sold his first poem for one hundred pounds. But readers were then scarce, poetry was still more than now a drug ; Milton's name had become odious from his principles, and he seems to have never com- plained of his bargain. He saw, shall we say, those poor five bank-notes fluttering in the breath of eternal fame ? He cast his book upon the waters, knowing that it would be found after many days. Slowly and surely it made its way. First Barrow and Marvel prefixed complimentary verses to the second edition, then Dryden wrote his celebrated hexastich, beginning, a Three poets in three distant ages born," &c. which accompanies the fourth, besides praising it in the preface to his " State of Innocence" as u one of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced." Woodford, Lord Roscommon, Sheffield, Duke of Buckingham, and Bishop Atterbury, followed in diversified measures of praise; and even before Addison wrote his long analysis of it in the Spectator, its character and fame were established on an indestructible basis. We must not omit the numerous prose works he wrote before or after the u Paradise Lost." These were his Accidence or Commenced Grammar of the Latin Tongue, published in 1661; a History of Britain to the Norman Conquest, in 1670; a tract published in 1673, entitled, Of True Religion, Heresy, Schism, Toleration, and what best Means may he used against the Growth of Popery — a Latin treatise on logic — a collection of his familiar epistles in Latin — a brief History of Muscovy and the countries beyond Russia, which was left by him in MS., besides the mate- rials for his Thesaurus, and his treatise on Christian Doctrine. One is utterly amazed at the industry, the determination, the energy, the power of mind and memory, the almost miraculous XXVI LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. concentration, as well as the multiformity of nature which these works evince. He seems one of his own angels, now talking familiarly to Adam, and now plucking up, and tossing to and fro, the rooted hills of heaven. " Truly," says Johnson, " he was born for whatever was arduous, and difficulties vanished at his touch." After the plague was over, and the city cleansed, Milton had returned to Banhillfields, Ere leaving Chalfont, he had com- menced, at Ellwood's suggestion (who had playfully asked him, since he had sung Paradise Lost so well, to give the world something on Paradise Found), and finished " Paradise Re- gained." To this, on returning to town, he added " Samson Agonistes," and published them both in one volume in 1671. That Milton preferred " Paradise Regained" to the larger work has often been asserted, but is not true. According to Phillipps, he merely expressed his mortification at finding it treated as so much inferior to the u Paradise Lost." At this feeling few will now be astonished. That the " Paradise Regained" is not so long as the other is, of course, admitted. Its plan did not permit such lofty and daring flights ; but in Homeric simpli- city, in sustained dignity, in calmness of spirit, and nice beauty of image and language, it is superior, and may rank as the Odyssey of his genius. More of this, however, afterwards. But the time was now come when this great spirit was to put off this tabernacle, and join his starry kindred in those regions calm, of mild and serene air, where his imagination and heart had long taken up their permanent abode. The u Lord had shut him in" in his darkened framework, as Noah in the ark of old ; but he was now to open the ark and let him forth free, and free for ever. His disease was gout, attended with a general decay of the vital powers. Feeling himself near his end, he sent for his brother Christopher, then a bencher in the Inner Temple, to aid him in making his will. In fine keeping his death took place, amid the stillness and solemn pause of a Sabbath-day. This was the 8th of November 1674. It was a quiet and Godlike dismissal. There were attendants in the room, but they did not notice the moment of his ex- piration, it was so easy. Milton died, as he had lived, alone. LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. XXV11 It is with a certain severe satisfaction that we contemplate the death of such a man. We feel that tears and lamentations were here unbecoming, and would mar the solemn sweetness of the scene. With serenity — nay, joy — we witness this majestic manchild caught up to God and to his throne. Were we to behold a star re-absorbed into its source, melted down in God, would it not generate a delight, graver, indeed, but as real, as had we stood by its creation ? and although there were no shouting as on its natal morn, might there not be silence, the silence of joyous wonder, among the sons of God ? Thus died Milton, the prince of modern men. He accepted death as gently and complacently as the sky receives into its arms the waning moon. His remains were followed to the grave by " all his learned and great friends in London, not without a friendly concourse of the vulgar." He was buried next his father in the chancel of St Giles, Cripplegate. The stone laid at first on his grave was speedily removed, and no monument was raised over his dust till 1793, when a marble bust from Bacon's chisel was, at the instance of Mr Whitbread, erected in the middle aisle of the church. Fifty-six years previous, Benson had pro- cured the admission of his bust into Westminster Abbey. But what need of busts or monuments, any more than of de- grees or titles, to him ? The plain name, John Milton, more securely preserves his memory, " Than if a pyramid formed his monumental fane." This part of our task is now nearly done. The personal appearance, habits, and manners of the great Poet, are too familiar to require lengthened remark. He was of the middle size, neither lean nor corpulent, his skin fresh and fair, his eyes gray, his features regular, his hair light-brown, parted at the fore-top, and hanging in curls upon his shoulders. In his food and liquor he was not an anchorite, but extremely tempe- rate, his rule being, Not too much. His days were regulated by an exact and severe system. He was in conversation affable and easy, although his temper was severe, and he was a " good hater." His favourite enjoyment was music, and his favourite XXV111 LIFE OF JOHN MILTON. instrument the organ. His life, even in youth, and in the countries of the south, was entirely unstained by sensual im- purities. His literature was enormous. The languages, Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Italian, French, and Spanish, hung like keys from his girdle, and he had employed them to unlock all the treasures they commanded. His favourite book was the Bible in the original, and next to it, Homer and Euripides in Greek, Ovid in Latin, Dante in Italian, and Spenser, Shakspere, and Cowley in English. Liberty and religion were the two master passions of his soul, although his views of the former were rather ultra, even for our age, and although in theology he was very far from what is called orthodox, being a Millennarian, an Arminian, an Anti-sabbatarian, and verging on Arianism. His personal piety has never been questioned. It was not obtrusive nor unctuous, and would not tell in our " religious obituaries," but was manly, enlightened, sincere, and fervid. And yet Milton does not seem to have been a happy man. Domestic infelicities, public affairs, and personal neglect, seem latterly to have made him sour, though never savage. In fact, this earth was a sphere too narrow for him. He was u before all ages." Space was his only fitting abode, and eter- nity his only adequate day. And when we look at him and the other men of his time, we are tempted to say, " There were giants in those days," while we have fallen on the days of little men ; nay, to ciy out with her of old, " I sa,w gods ascend- ing from the earth, and one of them is like to an old man, whose face is covered with a mantle" PARADISE LOST. THE VERSE. The measure is English heroic verse without rhyme, as that of Ilomer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin ; rhyme being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre ; graced, indeed, since by the use of some famous modern poets, carried away by custom, but much to their own vexation, hindrance, and constraint to express many things otherwise, and for the most part worse, than else they would have expressed them. Not without cause, therefore, some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious cars, trivial, and of no true musical delight ; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients both in poetry and all good oratory. This neglect, then, of rhyme so little is to be taken for a defect, though it may seem so perhaps to vulgar readers, that it is rather to be esteemed an example set, the first in English, of ancient liberty recovered to heroic poem, from the troublesome and modem bondage of rhyming. PARADISE LOST. BOOK I. THE ARGUMENT. The First Book proposes, first in brief, the whole subject — Man's disobedience, and the loss thereupon of Paradise, wherein he was placed : then touches the prime cause of his fall, the serpent, or rather Satan in the serpent ; who, revolting from God, and drawing to his side many legions of angels, was, by the command of God, driven out of heaven, with all his crew, into the great deep. Which action passed over, the poem hastens into the midst of things, presenting Satan, with his angels, now fallen into hell, described here, not in the centre (for heaven and earth may be supposed as yet not made, certainly not yet accursed), but in a place of utter darkness, fitliest called Ghaos : here Satan, with his angels, lying on the burning lake, thunderstruck and astonished, after a certain space recovers as from confusion, calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by him : they confer of their miserable fall. Satan awakens all his legions, who lay till then in the same manner confounded. They rise ; their numbers ; array of battle; their chief leaders named according to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and the countries adjoining. To these Satan directs his speech, comforts them with hope yet of regaining heaven, but tells them lastly of a new world, and a new kind of creature to be created, according to an ancient prophecy or report in heaven ; for, that angels were long before this visible creation, was the opinion of many ancient fathers. To find out the truth of this prophecy, and what to determine thereon, he refers to a full council. What his associates thence attempt. Pandemonium, the palace of Satan, rises suddenly, built out of the deep : the infernal peers there sit in council. Op Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, "With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top g 4 TARAD1SE LOST. Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire 7 That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning how the Heavens and Earth Hose out of Chaos : Or, if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's 1 brook that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God ; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues L Things unattempted yet in prose or rhime. ^ And chiefly Thou, Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st ; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread 20 Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : What in me is dark, Illumine : what is low, raise and support ; That to the highth of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. Say first, for Heaven hides nothing from thy view, Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first, what cause Moved our grand Parents, in that happy state, Favour'd of Heaven so highly, to fall off yo From their Creator, and transgress his will For one restraint, lords of the world besides'? Who first seduced them to that foul revolt 1 The infernal Serpent ; he it was, whose guile, Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host Of rebel Angels ; by whose aid aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers, 1 ' Biloa : ' a small brook flowing near the Temple of Jerusalem. BOOK I. 5 He trusted to have equall'd the Most High, 40 If he oppos'd ; and, with ambitious aim Against the throne and monarchy of God, Raised impious war in Heaven, and battle proud, With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms. Nine times the space that measures day and night so To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Lay vanquish'd, rolling in the fiery gulf, Confounded, though immortal : But his doom Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both of lost happiness, and lasting pain, Torments him : round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once, as far as Angels' ken, he views The dismal situation waste and wild : °° A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace 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 sulphur unconsumed : Such place Eternal Justice had prepared 70 For those rebellious ; here their prison ordain'd In utter darkness, and their portion set As far removed from God and light of Heaven, 6 PARADISE LOST. As from the center thrice to the utmost pole. M how unlike the place from whence they fell ! There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelni'd With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire, He soon discerns ; and weltering by his side One next himself in power, and next in crime, Long after known in Palestine, and named Beelzebub. 1 To whom the Arch-Enemy, And thence in Heaven called Satan, with bold words Breaking the horrid silence, thus began : 1 If thou beest he ; but 0, how fallen ! how chang'd From him, who, in the happy realms of light, Cloth'd with transcendent brightness, didst outshine Myriads though bright ! If he, whom mutual league, United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise, Join'd with me once, now misery hath join'd 90 In equal ruin ! Into what pit thou seest, From what highth fallen; so much the stronger proved He with his thunder : and till then who knew The force of those dire arms % Yet not for those, Nor what the potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though chang'd in outward lustre, that fix'd mind, And high disdain, from sense of injur'd merit, That with the Mightiest raised me to contend, And to the fierce contention brought along ioo Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd, That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring, His utmost power with adverse power opposed In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven, And shook his throne. What though the field be lost ? All is not lost ; the unconquerable will, 1 ' Beelzebub : ' see 2 Kinys i. 2. BOOK I. And study of revenge, immortal hate, 107 And courage never to submit or yield, And, what is else, not to be overcome ; That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify his power, Who, from the terrour of this arm so late Doubted his empire ; that were low indeed, That were an ignominy, and shame beneath This downfall ; since, by fate, the strength of gods And this empyreal substance cannot fail ; Since, through experience of this great event In arms not worse, in foresight much advanced, We may with more successful hope resolve 120 To wage, by force or guile, eternal war, Irreconcilable to our grand Foe, Who now triumphs, and, in the excess of joy Sole reigning, holds the tyranny of heaven. ' So spake the apostate Angel, though in pain, Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer. 1 Prince ! Chief of many throned Powers, That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct, and, in dreadful deeds iso Fearless, endanger'd Heaven's perpetual King, And put to proof his high supremacy, Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate ; Too well I see and rue the dire event, That with sad overthrow, and foul defeat, Hath lost us Heaven, and all this mighty host In horrible destruction laid thus low, As far as gods and heavenly essences Can perish ; for the mind and spirit remains Invincible, and vigour soon returns, » PARADISE LOST. Though all our glory extinct, and happy state i« Here swallow'd up in endless misery. But what if He our Conquerour (whom I now Of force believe Almighty, since no less Than such could have o'erpower'd such force as ours) Have left us this our spirit and strength entire Strongly to suffer and support our pains, That we may so suffice his vengeful ire, Or do him mightier service, as his thralls By right of war, whate'er his business be, 1 50 Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire, Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it then avail, though yet we feel Strength undiminished, or eternal being To undergo eternal punishment ? ' Whereto with speedy words the Arch-Fiend replied. * Fallen Cherub ! to be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering : but of this be sure, To do aught good never will be our task, But ever to do ill our sole delight, 16 ° As being the contrary to his high will Whom we resist^ If then his providence Out of oufevil seek to bring forth good, Our labour must be to pervert that end, And out of good still to find means of evil ; Which oft-times may succeed, so as perhaps Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb His inmost counsels from their destined aim. But see ! the angry Victor hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit 17 ° Back to the gates of Heaven : the sulphurous hail, Shot after us in storm, o'erblown, hath laid The fiery surge, that from the precipice Of Heaven receiv'd us falling ; and the thunder, BOOK I. S Wing'd with, red lightning and impetuous rage, 175 Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep. Let us not slip the occasion, whether scorn, Or satiate fury, yield it from our Foe. Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild, iso The seat of Desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful 1 Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery w 7 aves ; There rest, if any rest can harbour there ; And, reassembling our afflicted Powers, Consult how w T e may henceforth most offend Our Enemy ; our own loss how repair ; How overcome this dire calamity ; What re-enforcement we may gain from hope ; 390 If not, what resolution from despair. *' Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the w r ave, and eyes That sparkling blaz'd ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove; Briareos or Typhon, 1 whom the den By ancient Tarsus held ; or that sea-beast 200 Leviathan, 2 which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Ilim, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind 1 i Briareos or Typhon : ' two mythological monsters commemorated in Ovid. — - ' Leviathan : ' Milton means evidently the whale. 10 PARADISE LOST. Moors by his side under the lee, while night 207 Invests the sea, and wished morn delays : So stretch'd out huge in length the Arch-Fiend lay, Chain'd on the burning lake : nor ever thence Had risen, or heav'd his head, but that the will And high permission of all-ruling Heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs ; That with reiterated crimes he might Heap on himself damnation, while he sought Evil to others ; and, enrag'd, might see How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth Infinite goodness, grace, and mercy, shown On Man by him seduced ; but on himself Treble confusion, wrath, and vengeance, pour'd. 220 Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool His mighty stature; on each hand the flames, Driven backward, slope their pointing spires, and roll'd In billows, leave i' the midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air That felt unusual weight; till on dry land He lights, if it were land that ever burn d With solid, as the lake with liquid fire : And such appear'd in hue, as when the force 230 Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus, 1 or the shattcr'd side Of thundering zEtna, whose combustible And fuelFd entrails thence conceiving fire, Sublimed with mineral fury, aid the winds, And leave a singed bottom all involved With stench and smoke : such resting found the sole Of unblest feet. Him follow'd his next mate ; 1 • Felorus : ' one of the three great promontories of Sicily, now Cape Faro, near Etna. BOOK I. 11 Both glorying to have 'scaped the Stygian flood 239 As gods, and by their own recover'd strength, Not by the sufferance of supernal Power. ' Is this the region, this the soil, the clime, Said then the lost Arch- Angel, this the seat That we must change for Heaven ; this mournful gloom, For that celestial light \ Be it so ! since he, Who now is Sovran, can dispose, and bid What shall be right : farthest from Him is best, Whom reason hath equall'd, force hath made supreme Above his equals. Farewell, nappy fields, Where joy for ever dwells ! Hail, horrours ! hail, 250 Infernal world ! And thou, profoundest Hell,. Receive thy new possessour ! — one wlrc> brings A mind not to be changed by place or time : The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be — all but less than He Whom thunder hath made greater % Here at least W^e shall be free ; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : 260 Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell ' Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven ! - But wherefore let we then our faithful friends, The associates and copartners of our loss, Lie thus astonish'd on the oblivious pool, And call them not to share with us their part In this unhappy mansion ; or once more, With rallied arms, to try w r hat may be yet Regained in Heaven, or what more lost in Hell V 270 So Satan spake, and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd. Leader of those armies bright, 12 PARADISE LOST. Which, but the Omnipotent, none could have foil'd ! 273 If once they hear that voice, their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft In -worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle when it rag'd, in all assaults Their surest signal, they will soon resume New courage and revive ; though now they lie Grovelling and prostrate on yon lake of fire, 280 As we erewhile, astounded and amaz'd; No wonder, fallen such a pernicious highth. lie scarce had ceas'd, when the superiour Fiend Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large and round, y Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optick glass the Tuscan artist 1 views At evening from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine, Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand, He walk'd with, to support uneasy steps Over the burning marie, not like those steps On Heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire : Nathlcss he so endur'd, till on the beach Of that inflamed sea he stood, and calTd 300 His legions, Angel forms, who lay intrane'd Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, 2 where the Etrurian shades, High ovcr-arch'd, imbowcr ; or scatter d sedge * ' 'Tuscan artist:' Galileo. — * 'Vallombrosa:' a beautiful wooilcd vale, eighteen miles from Florence. BOOK I. 13 Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion 1 arm'd 305 Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast, whose waves o'erthrew Busiris 2 and his Memphian chivalry, While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld From the safe shore their floating carcasses sio 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, Warriours, the flower of heaven ! 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 320 To slumber here as in the vales of Heaven ? Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the Conquerour \ who now beholds Cherub and Seraph rolling in the flood, With scatter'd arms and ensigns ; till anon His swift pursuers from Heaven-gates discern The advantage, and, descending, tread us down Thus drooping, or with linked thunderbolts Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf 1 Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen ! 330 They heard, and were abash'd, and up they sprung 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 ; 14 Orion:' the -warrior constellation, symbolizing storms. — 2 'Busiris:' Pharaoh. 14 PARADISE LOST. Yet to tlicir General's voice they soon obey'd, 337 Innumerable. As when the potent rod Of Amram's son, 1 in Egypt's evil day, Wav'd round the coast, upcall'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 given, the uplifted spear Of their great Sultan waving to direct Their course, in even balance clown they light On the firm brimstone, and fill all the plain ; 350 A multitude, like which the populous North Pour'd never from her frozen loins, to pass Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous sons 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 Tlicir great Commander ; Godlike shapes and forms Excelling human ; princely Dignities And Powers that erst in Heaven sat on thrones; :3C0 Though of their names in heavenly records now Be no memorial ; blotted out and ras'd By their rebellion from the books of life. Nor had they yet among the sons of Eve Got them new names ; till wandering o'er the earth, Through God's high sufferance, for the trial of man, By falsities and lies, the greatest part Of mankind they corrupted to forsake God their Creator, and the invisible 1 ' Amram's son :' Moses. BOOK I. 15 Glory of him that made them to transform 3 "o 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 names, And various idols through the Heathen world. Say, Muse, their names then known ; who first, who last, Rous'd from the slumber, on that fiery couch, At their great Emperour's call, as next in worth Came singly where he stood on the bare strand, While the promiscuous crowd stood yet aloof. 3so 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 adored Among the nations round ; and durst abide Jehovah thundering out of Sion, thron'd Between the Cherubim ; yea, often placed Within his sanctuary itself their shrines, Abominations ; and with cursed things His holy rites and solemn feasts profan'd, 390 And with their darkness durst affront his lidit. Fi rst, Moloch, 1 horrid king, besmear'd with blood Of human sacrifice, and parents' tears ; Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their children's cries unheard, that pass'd through fire To his grim idol. Him the Ammonite Worshipp'd in Rabba and her watery plain, In Argob and in Basan, to the stream Of utmost Arnon ; nor content with such Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart 400 Of Solomon he led by fraud to build 1 ' Moloch :' god of the Ammonites, by some supposed identical with the Mars of the Greeks. 16 PARADISE LOST. His temple right against the temple of God 402 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 Chenios^ the obscene dread of Moab's sons, From Aroer to Nebo, and the wild Of southmost Abarim ; in Hesebon And Horonaim, Seon's realm, beyond The floVry dale of Sibma clad with vines ; 410 And Eleale 2 to the Asphaltic pool : 3 Peor 4 his other name, when he entie'd Israel in Sittim, on their march from Nile, To do him wanton rites, which cost them woe. Yet thence his lustful orgies he enlarg'd Even to that hill of scandal, by the grove Of Moloch homicide ; lust hard by hate ; Till sood Josiah drove them thence to Hell. With these came they, who, from the bordering flood Of old Euphrates to the brook that parts 5 420 Egypt from Syrian ground, had general names Of Baalim and Ashtaroth ; 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 aery purposes, 430 And works of love or enmity fulfil. For those the race of Israel oft forsook •'Chcmos:' idol of Moabitcs.— 2l Aroer,' 'Nebo,' ' Ilcscbon,' 'Sibma,' ' Elciile,' &c. ; all cities of Moab.— 3 ' Aphakic pool:' the Dead Sea, so called from the asphaltus or bitumen in it.— 4 '1W:' Baal Boor.— s ' The brook that parts :' the brook Besor. BOOK I. 17 Their Living Strength, and unfrequented left 433 His righteous altar, bowing lowly down To bestial gods ; for which their heads as low Bow'cl down in battle, sunk before the spear Of despicable foes. With these in troop Came Astoreth, whom the Phoenicians call'd Astarte, 1 queen of Heaven, with crescent horns ; To whose bright image nightly by the moon 440 Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs ; In Sion also not unsung, where stood Her temple on the offensive mountain, 2 built By that uxorious king, whose heart, though large, Beguiled by fair idolatresses, fell To idols foul. Thammuz 3 came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day ; While smooth Adonis 4 from his native rock 450 Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of 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 surveyed 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, 5 460 Where he fell flat, and sham'd his worshippers ; Dagon his name, sea-monster, upward man 14 Astarte:' the moon. — 2 ' Offensive mountain:' Mount of Olives. — 3 'Thammuz :' or Adonis, god of the Syrians, fabled to die and revive each year. — * ' Adonis : ' the name of a river rising in Lebanon. — 5 ' Grunsel edge :' edge of foot-post of his temple. B 18 PARADISE LOST. And downward fish : jet had his temple high 463 Eear'd in Azotus, dreaded through the coast Of Palestine, in Gath, and Ascalon, And Accaron and Gaza's frontier bounds. Him follow'd Rimmon, 1 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 : 470 A leper once he lost, and gain'd a king ; Ahaz, his sottish conquerour, whom he drew God's altar to disparage, and displace, For one of Syrian mould, whereon to burn Ilis odious offerings, and adore the gods "Whom he had vanquish'd. After these appear'd A crew, who, under names of old renown, Osiris, Isis, Orus, 2 and their train, With monstrous shapes and sorceries abus'd Fanatic Egypt and her priests, to seek 480 Their wandering gods disguis'd in brutish forms Rather than human. Nor did Israel 'scape The infection, when their borrow'd gold compos'd The calf in Oreb ; and the rebel king Doubled that sin in Bethel, and in Dan, Lik'ning his Maker to the grazed ox ; Jehovah, who, in one night, when he pass'd From Egypt marching, equall'd with one stroke Botli her first-born and all her bleating gods. Belial came last, than whom a Spirit more lewd 490 Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love Vice for itself: to him no temple stood Or altar smok'd ; yet who more oft than he 1 ' Rimmon :' god of Syrians. — 2 ' Orus:' son of Osiris and Isis. It was fabled that when the giants invaded heaven, the gods concealed themselves in Egypt in the forms of various animals. BOOK I. 19 In temples and at altars, when the priest 494 Turns atheist, as did Eli's sons, who fill'd With lust and violence the house of God % In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury, and outrage : And when night 500 Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Witness the streets of Sodom, and that night In Gibeah, when the hospitable door Exposed a matron, to avoid worse rape. These were the prime in order and in might ; The rest were long to tell, though far renown'd, The Ionian gods, of JavanV issue ; held Gods, yet confess'd later than Heaven and Earth, 2 Their boasted parents : Titan, Heaven's first-born, 510 With his enormous brood, and birthright seized By younger Saturn ; he from mightier Jove, His own and Rhea's son, like measure found ; So Jove usurping reign'd : These first in Crete And Ida known, thence on the snowy top Of cold Olympus, rul'd the middle air, Their highest Heaven ; or on the Delphian cliff Or in Dodona, and through all the bounds Of Dorick land ; 3 or who, with Saturn old, Fled over Adria 4 to the Hesperian fields, 5 520 And o'er the Celtick 6 roam'd the utmost isles. 7 All these and more came flocking ; but with looks Downcast and damp ; yet such wherein appear'd 1 ' Javan : ' fourth son of Japhet ; whence supposed to issue the gods of Greece. But an older race had preceded them. — 2 ' Heaven and Earth:' the Titans, &c. See Keats' Hyperion.— 3 'Dorick land:' Greece.— 4 'Adria:' the Adriatic. — 5 ' Hesperian fields:' Italy.— 6 ' Celtick:' regions inhabited by the Celts. — 7 ' Utmost isles :' Britain, Ireland, &c. 20 PARADISE LOST. Obscure some glimpse of joy, to have found their Chief Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost 525 In loss itself; which on his countenance cast Like doubtful hue : but he, his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth, not substance, gently rais'd Their fainting courage, and dispelled their fears. 530 Then straight commands, that at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud, and clarions be uprear'd His mighty standard : that proud honour claim'd Azazel as his right, a Cherub tall ; Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurl'd , The imperial ensign ; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind, With gems and golden lustre rich imblaz'd, Seraphic arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous metal blowing; martial sounds : 54 o At which the universal host upsent A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and, beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night." All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colours waving : with them rose A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appcar'd, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable : Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood 550 Of flutes and soft recorders ; such as rais'd To highth of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle ; and, instead of rage, Deliberate valour brcath'd, firm and unmov'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat ; + Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage, With solemn touches troubled thoughts, and chase BOOK I. 21 Anguish, and doubt, and fear, and sorrow, and pain, 558 From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they, Breathing united force, with fixed thought, Moved on in silence to soft pipes, that charm'd Their painful steps o'er the burnt soil : and now, Advanc'd in view, they stand ; a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms, in guise Of warriours old with order'd spear and shield ; Awaiting what command their mighty Chief Had to impose : He through the armed files Darts his experienc'd eye, and soon traverse The whole battalion views ; their order due ; Their visages and stature as of gods ; 570 Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardening in his strength Glories : for never, since created man, Met such imbodied force, as nam'd with these Could merit more than that small infantry 1 Warr'd on by cranes; though all the giant brood Of Phlegra with the heroic race were join'd That fought at Thebes and Ilium, on each side Mix'd with auxiliar gods ; and what resounds In fable or romance of Uther's son 2 sso Begirt with British and Armorick knights ; And all who since, baptiz'd or infidel, Jousted in Aspramont, or Montalban, Damasco, or Marocco, or Trebisond, Or whom Biserta sent from Africk shore, When Charlemain with all his peerage fell By Fontarabbia. 3 Thus far these beyond Compare of mortal prowess yet observ'd 1 ' Small infantry : ' Pygmies. — 2 ' Uther's son : ' King Arthur.— 3 ' Aspramont,' 'Montalban,' 'Biserta,' 'Fontarabbia,' &c. ; all places famous in romantic history, and chiefly for contests between Saracens and Christians. 22 PARADISE LOST. Their dread Commander : He, above the rest 539 In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower : his form had yet not lost All its original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than Arch- Angel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured : as when the sun, new risen Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams ; or, from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change , Perplexes monarchs. Darkened so, yet shone I Above them all, the Arch-Angel : but his face eoo Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows . Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride "Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather, (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain ; Millions of spirits for his fault amere'd Of Heaven, and from eternal splendours flung 6io For his revolt ; yet faithful how they stood, Their glory withered : as when Heaven's fire Hath scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately growth, though bare, Stands on the blasted heath. He now prcpar'd To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers : Attention held them mute. Thrice he assay 'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth : at last 620 Words, interwove with sighs, found out their way. Myriads of immortal Spirits ! Powers BOOK I. 23 Matchless but with the Almighty ! and that strife 623 Was not inglorious, though the event was dire, As this place testifies, and this dire change Hateful to utter : but what power of mind, Foreseeing, or presaging, from the depth Of knowledge past or present, could have fear d How such united force of gods, how such As stood like these, could ever know repulse 1 630 For who can yet believe, though after loss, That all these puissant legions, whose exile Hath emptied Heaven, shall fail to reascend Self-raised, and repossess their native seat \ For me, be witness all the host of Heaven, If counsels different, or dangers shunn'd By me, have lost our hopes. But he, who reigns Monarch in Heaven, till then as one secure Sat on his throne, upheld by old repute, Consent, or custom ; and his regal state 640 Put forth at full, but still his strength conceal'd, Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall. Henceforth his might we know, and know our own ; So as not either to provoke, or dread New war provok'd : our better part remains To work in close design, by fraud or guile, What force effected not : that he no less At length from us may find, who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Space may produce new worlds ; whereof so rife 65 ° There went a fame in Heaven that he erelong Intended to create, and therein plant A generation, whom his choice regard Should favour equal to the sons of Heaven : Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps Our first eruption ; thither or elsewhere : 24 PARADISE LOST. For this infernal pit shall never hold 6.^7 Celestial Spirits in bondage, nor the abyss Long under darkness cover. But these thoughts Full counsel must mature : Peace is despair'd ; For -who can think submission ? War then, War, Open or understood, must be resolv'd. He spake : and, to confirm his words, out flew Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumined Hell : Highly they rag'd Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms, Clash'd on their sounding shields the din of war, Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heaven. There stood a hill not far, whose grisly top gto Belch'd fire and rolling smoke ; the rest entire Shone with a glossy scurf; undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallick ore, The work of sulphur. 1 Thither, wing'd with speed, A numerous brigad hastened : as when bands Of pioneers, with spade and pickaxe arm'd, Forerun the royal camp, to trench a field, Or cast a rampart. Mammon 2 led them on : Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven ; for e'en in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more csi The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught, divine or holy, else enjoy 'd 1 n vision beatifick : by him first Men also, and by his suggestion taught, Ransack'd the center, and with impious hands Killed the bowels of their mother Earth, For treasures, better hid. Soon had his crew 1 'The work of sulphur:' sulphur in ancient dayB was thought the genitrix of gold. — 2 'Mammon:' the word is Syriac, and signifies riches. BOOK I. 25 Open'd into the hill a spacious wound, 689 And digg'd out ribs of gold. Let none admire / That riches grow in Hell ; that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. And here let those Who boast in mortal things, and wondering tell Of Babel, and the works of Memphian kings, Learn how their greatest monuments of fame, And strength, and art, are easily outdone By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour What in an age they with incessant toil And hands innumerable scarce perform. Nigh on the plain, in many cells prepar'd, 700 That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluiced from the lake, a second multitude With wonderous art, founded the massy ore, Severing each kind, and scumm'd the bullion dross : A third as soon had form'd within the ground A various mould, and from the boiling cells By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook ; As in an organ, from one blast of wind, To many a row of pipes the sound-board breathes. Anon, out of the earth, a fabric huge 710 Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Dorick pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or freeze, with bossy sculptures graven : The roof was fretted gold. Not Babylon, Nor great Alcairo, such magnificence Equalled in all their glories, to enshrine Belus or Serapis, 1 their gods ; or seat 720 Their kings, when Egypt with Assyria strove 1 ' Sernpis : ' an Egyptian god. 26 PARADISE LOST. In wealth and luxury. The ascending pile 722 Stood fix'd her stately highth : and straight the doors, Opening their brazen folds, discover, wide Within, her ample spaces, o'er the smooth And level pavement : from the arched roof, Pendent by subtle magick, many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, 1 fed With naphtha and asphaltus, yielded light As from a sky. The hasty multitude 730 Admiring enter'd ; and the work some praise, And some the architect : his hand was known In Heaven by many a tower'd structure high, Where scepter'd Angels held their residence, And sat as princes ; whom the Supreme King Exalted to such power, and gave to rule, Each in his hierarchy, the Orders bright. Nor was his name unheard or unador'd In ancient Greece ; and in Ausonian 2 land Men called him Mulciber ; 3 and how he fell 74 From Heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star, On Lemnos, the iE'gean isle : thus they relate, Erring ; for he with his rebellious rout Fell lonsz before ; nor aught avail'd him now To have built in Heaven high towers ; nor did he 'scape By all his engines, but was headlong sent 750 With his industrious crew to build in Hell. Meanwhile, the winged heralds, by command Of sovran power, with awful ceremony 1 'Cressets:' beacon lights, which anciently had a cross on their top, and were called ' croisettes.' 1 — 2 ' Ausonian :' Italian. — 3 ' Mulciber :' Vulcan. BOOK I. 27 And trumpet's sound, throughout the host proclaim 754 A solemn council, forthwith to be held At Pandemonium ; the high capital Of Satan and his peers : their summons call'd From every band and squared regiment, By place or choice the worthiest ; they anon, "With hundreds and with thousands, trooping came, 760 Attended : all access was throng'd ; the gates And porches wide, but chief the spacious hall (Though like a cover'd field, where champions bold Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldan's 1 chair Defied the best of Panim 2 chivalry To mortal combat, or career with lance), Thick swarm'd both on the ground and in the air Brush'd with the hiss of rustling wings. As bees In spring-time, when the sun with Taurus 3 rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive 770 In clusters : they among fresh dews and flowers, Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubb'd with balm, expatiate and confer Their state affairs. So thick the aery crowd Swarm'd, and were straiten'd ; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder ! They but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons, Now less than smallest dwarfs, in narrow room Throng numberless, like that Pygmean race 780 Beyond the Indian mount ; or faery elves, c^a '3 Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, r 1 -* i