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PARADISE LOST.

BOOK I.

The Argument.

This First Book proposes, first in brief, the whole subject, Man's difobedience, and the lofs thereupon of Paradife wherein he was placed: then touches the prime cause of his fall, the ferpent or rather Satan in the ferpent; who, revolting from God, and drawing to his fide many legions of angels, was, by the command of God, driven out of heaven, with all his crew, into the great deep. Which action pafs'd over, the Poem haftes into the midst of things, prefenting Satan with his angels now falling into hell, defcrib'd here, not in the centre (for heaven and earth may be supposed as yet not made, certainly not yet accurs'd), but in a place of utter darkness, fitlieft call'd Chaos: here Satan, with his angels lying on the burning lake, thunder-ftruck and aftonifh'd, after a certain space, recover as from confufion, calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by him; they confer of their miferable fall. Satan awakens all his legions, who lay till then in the fame manner confounded: they rife; their numbers, array of battle, their chief leaders nam'd, 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, laftly, of a new world, and 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 affociates thence attempt. Pandemonium the palace of Satan rifes, fuddenly built, out of the deep: the infernal peers there fit in council.

Or man's firft difobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whofe mortal tafte
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With lofs of Eden, till one greater Man
Reftore us, and regain the blissful feat,
Sing heav'nly Mufe, that on the fecret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didft infpire

That fhepherd, who firft taught the chofen feed,
In the beginning, how the heav'ns and earth
Rofe out of chaos: or if Sion hill

Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd
Faft by the oracle of God; I thence
Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous fong,
That with no middle flight intends to foar
Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in profe or rhyme.
And chiefly Thou, O Spirit, that doft prefer
Before all temples the upright heart and pure,
Inftruct me, for thou know'ft; thou from the firft
Waft prefent, and, with mighty wings outspread,

Dove-like fatft brooding on the vast abyss,
And mad'ft it pregnant : what in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raife and fupport;
That to the height of this great argument
I may affert eternal providence,
And juftify the ways of God to men.

Say firft, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view,
Nor the deep tract of Hell, fay first what cause
Mov'd our grand parents, in that happy ftate,
Favour'd of Heav'n fo highly, to fall off
From their Creator, and tranfgrefs his will,
For one restraint, lords of the world befides?
Who first feduc'd them to that foul revolt?
Th' infernal ferpent; he it was,
whofe guile,
Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd
The mother of mankind, what time his pride
Had caft him out from heav'n, with all his ho
Of rebel angels, by whofe aid aspiring
To fet himself in glory above his peers,
He trusted to have equall'd the Moft High,

If he oppos'd; and, with ambitious aim,
Against the throne and monarchy of God
Raif'd impious war in heav'n and battle proud,
With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky,
With hideous ruin and combuftion, down
To bottomlefs perdition, there to dwell
In adamantine chains and penal fire,
Who durft defy th' Omnipotent to arms.
Nine times the space that meafures day and night
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
Lay vanquish'd, rolling in the fiery gulf
Confounded, though immortal: but his doom
Referv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of loft happiness and lafting pain

Forments him; round he throws his baleful eyes,
That witnefs'd huge affliction and difmay,
Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate :
At once, as far as angels' ken, he views
The difmal fituation wafte and wild;
A dungeon horrible on all fides round
As one great furnace flam'd, yet from thofe flames
No light, but rather darkness visible,
Serv'd only to difcover fights of woe,
Regions of forrow, doleful fhades, where peace
And reft can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning fulphur unconfum'd:
Such place eternal Juftice had prepar'd
For thofe rebellious, here their prison ordain'd
In utter darknefs, and their portion fet
As far remov'd from God and light of heav'n
As from the centre thrice to th' utmost pole.

how unlike the place from whence they fell!
There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelm'd
With floods and whiriwinds of tempeftuous fire,
He foon difcerns, and welt'ring by his fide
One next himself in pow'r, and next in crime,
Long after known in Paleftine, and nam'd
Beelzebub. To whom th' arch-enemy,

All is not loft; th' unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield,
And what is elfe, not to be overcome?
That glory never fhall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and fue for grace
With fuppliant knee, and deify his power,
Who from the terror of this arm so late
Doubted his empire; that were low indeed;
That were an ignominy, and fhame beneath
This downfal; fince by fate the ftrength of gods
And this empyreal fubftance cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event,
In arms not worse, in forefight much advanc'd,
We may with more fuccefsful hope refolve
To wage by force or guile eternal war,
Irreconcilable to our grand Foe,
Who How triumphs, and in th' excefs of joy
Sole reigning holds the tyrany of heav'n.

So fpake the apoftate angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep defpair;
And him thus anfwer'd foon his bold compeer:

O Prince! O Chief of many throned powers,
That led th' imbatti'd feraphim to war
Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds
Fearlefs, endanger'd heav'n's perpetual King,
And put to proof his high fupremacy,
Whether upheld by ftrength, or chance, or fate,
Too well I fee and rue the dire event,
That with fad overthrow and foul defeat
Hath loft us heaven, and all this mighty hoft
In horrible deftruction laid thus low,
As far as gods and heav'nly effences
Can perifh: for the mind and spirit remains
Invincible, and vigour foon returns,
Though all our glory's extinct, and happy state
Here fwallow'd up in endless mifery.
But what if he our Conqueror (whom I now
Of force believe Almighty, fince no less

Than fuch could have o'erpow'r'dfuch force as ours}
Have left us thus our spirit and strength entire

And thence in heav`n call'd Satan, with bold words Strongly to fuffer and fupport our pains,

Breaking the horrid filence, thus began:

If thou becft he; but O how fall'n! how chang'd
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Cloth'd with tranfcendent brightnefs didit outfhine
Myriads though bright! If he whom mutual league,
United thoughts and counfels, equal hope
And hazard in the glorious enterprife,
Jein'd with me once, now mifery hath join'd
In equal ruin into what pit thou feeft
From what height fall'n, fo much the stronger prov'd
He with his thunder: and till then who knew
The force of thofe dire arms? yet not for those,
Nor what the potent Victor in his rage
Can elfe inflict, do I repent or change,
Though chang'd in outward luftre, that fix'd mind,
And high difdain from fenfe of injur'd merit,
That with the Mightieft raif'd me to contend,
And to the fierce contention brought along
Innumerable force of fpirits arm'2,

'That durft dislike his reign, and me preferring,
His utmoft pow'r with adverfo pow'r oppof'd
In dubious battle on the plains of Heav'n,
And fhook his throne. What though the field be lo?

That we may fo fuffice his vengeful ire,
Or do him mightier fervice as his thralls
By right of war, whate'er his bufinefs be,
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 undiminish'd, or eternal being
To undergo eternal punishment?
Whereto with speedy words th' arch-fiend reply'd:
Fail'n Cherub, to be weak is miferable,
Doing or fuffering: but of this be fure,
To do ought good never will be our task,
But ever to do ill our fole delight,
As being the contrary to his high will
Whom we refift. If then his providence
Out of our evil feek 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 fucceed, so as perhaps
Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
His inmoft counfels from their deftin'd aim.
But fee the angry Victor hath recall'd
His minifters of vengeance and pursuit

Back to the gates of heav'n: the fulph'rous hail
Shot after us in ftorm, o'erblown, hath laid
The fiery surge, that from the precipice
Of heav'n receiv'd us falling; and the thunder,
Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage,
Perhaps hath spent his fhafts, and ceases now
To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.
Let us not flip th' occasion, whether scorn,
Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe.
Seeft thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild,
The feat of defolation, void of light,

Save what the glimmering of these livid flames
Cafts pale and dreadful? thither let us tend
From off the toffing of these fiery waves;
There reft, if any reft can harbour there,
And re-affembling our afflicted powers,
Confult how we may henceforth moft offend
Our enemy, our own lofs how repair,
How overcome this dire calamity,
What reinforcement we may gain from hope,
If not what refolution from defpair.

Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate,
With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes
That fparkling blaz'd, his other parts befides
Prone on the flood, extended long and large,
Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge
As whom the fables name of monftrous fize,
Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove,
Briareus or Typhon, whom the den
By ancient Tarfus held, or that fea-beast
Leviathan, which God of all his works
Created hugeft that swim th' occan stream:
Him haply flumb'ring on the Norway foam
The pilot of fome fmall night-founder'd fkiff,
Deeming fome ifland, oft, as feamen tell,
With fixed anchor in his fcaly rind
Moors by his fide under the lee, while night
Invests the fea, and wished morn delays:
So ftretch'd out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay
Chain'd on the burning lake, nor ever thence
Had rif'n or heav'd his head, but that the will
And high permiffion 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 fought
Evil to others, and enrag'd might fee
How all his malice ferv'd but to bring forth
Infinite goodness, grace and mercy fhewn
On Man by him feduc'd; but on himself
Treble confufion, wrath and vengeance pour'd.
Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
His mighty ftature; on each hand the flames
Driv'n backward flope their pointing fpires, and
In billows, leave i' th' midst a horrid vale. [roll'd
Then with expanded wings he fteers 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 folid, as the lake with liquid fire;
And fuch appear'd in hue, as when the force
Of fubterranean wind transports a hill
Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd fide
Of thundering Ætna, whofe combustible
And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire,
Sublim'd with mineral fury, aid the winds,

And leave a finged bottom all involv'd
With french and smoke : fuch refting found the fole
Of unbleft feet. Him followed his next niate,
Both glorying to have fcap'd the Stygian flood
As gods, and by their own recover'd strength,
Not by the fuff'rance of fupernal Power.

Is this the region, this the foil, the clime,
Said then the loft Arch-angel, this the seat
That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful
For that celeftial light? Be it fo, fince he [gloom
Who now is Sov'reign, can difpofe and bid
What shall be right: fartheft from him is beft,
Whom reafon hath equall'd, force hath made fu-
Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields [preme
Where joy forever dwells: Hail Horrors, hail
Infernal World, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new poffeffor; one who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.
What matter where, if I be ftill the fame,
And what I should be, all but lefs than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at leaft
We fhall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence :
Here we may reign fecure, and, in my choice,
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell than ferve in Heav'n.
But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
Th' affociates and copartners of our loss,
Lie thus aftonish'd on th' oblivious pool,
And call them not to fhare with us their part
In this unhappy mansion, or once more,
With rallied arms, to try what may be yet
Regain'd in heav'n, or what more loft in hell?
So Satan fpake, and him Beelzebub

Thus anfwer'd: Leader of thofe armies bright,
Which but th' Omnipotent none could have foil'd
If once they hear that voice, their livelieft 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 affaults
Their fureft fignal, they will foon refume
New courage, and revive; though now they lie
Grovelling and proftrate on yon lake of fire,
As we e'er while, aftounded and amaz'd,
No wonder, fall'n fuch a pernicious height.

He scarce had ceaf'd, when the fuperior Fiend
Was moving tow'rd the fhore; his pond'rous fhield,
Ethereal temper, maffy, large and round,
Behind him caft; the broad circumference
Hung on his fhoulders like the moon, whose orb
Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views
At evening from the top of Fefole,
Or in Valdarno, to defcry new lands,
Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe.
His fpear, to equal which the tallest pine,
Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast
Of some great admiral, were but a wand,
He walk'd with to support uneasy steps
Over the burning marle, not like thofe fteps
On heaven's azure, and the torrid clime
Smote on him fore besides, vaulted with fire;
Nathless he fo endur'd, till on the beach
Of that inflamed fea he ftood, and call'd

[threw

His legions, angel forms, who lay entranc'd
Thick as autumnal leaves that ftrow the brooks
In Valambrofa, where th' Etrurian fhades
High over-arch'd embow'r; or fscatter'd fedge
Affote, when with fierce winds Orien arm'd
Hath vex'd the Red-fea coaft, whofe waves o'er-
Bufiris and his Memphian chivalry,
While with perfidious hatred they purfued
The fojourners of Gothen, who beheld
From the fafe fhore their floating carcafes
And broken chariot wheels: fo thick beftrown
Abject and loft lay thefe, covering the flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He call'd fo loud, that all the hollow deep
Of hell refounded. Princes, Potentates, [loft,
Warriors, th' flow'r of heav'n, once yours, now
If fuch aftonishment as this can feize
Eternal fpirits; or have you chofen this place,
After the toil of battle, to repofe

Your wearied virtue, for the eafe you find
To flumber here, as in the vales of Heav'n?
Or in this abject posture have you sworn
To adore the Conqueror? who now beholds
Cherub and feraph rolling in the flood
With fcatter'd arms and enfigns, till anon
His fwift purfuers from heav'n gates difcern
Th' advantage, and descending tread us down
Thus drooping, or with linked thunderbolts
Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf.
Awake, arife, or be for ever fallen!

[fprung
They heard, and were abash'd, and up they
Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch
On duty, fleeping found by whom they dread,
Roufe and beftir themselves e'er well awake.
Nor did they not perceive the evil plight
In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;
Yet to their General's voice they foon obey'd,
Innumerable. As when the potent rod
Of Amram's fon, in Egypt's evil day,
Wav'd round the coaft, up call'd a pitchy cloud
Of locufts, 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 numberlefs were thofe bad angels feen,
Hovering on wing under the cope of Hell,
"Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding fires;
Till, at a fignal giv'n, th' uplifted spear
Of their great Sultan waving to direct
Their courfe, in even balance down they light
On the firm brimstone, and fill all the plain;
A multitude, like which the populous North
Pour'd never from her frozen loins, to pass
Rhene or the Danaw, when her barb'rous fons
Came like a deluge on the South, and spread
Beneath Gibraltar to the Lybian fands.
Forthwith from every squadron and each band
The heads and leaders thither hafte, where flood
Their great Commander; godlike fhapes and forms
Excelling human, princely dignities,

And powers that erft in Heaven fat on thrones;
Though of their names in heav'nly records now
Be no memorial, blotted out and ras'd
By their rebellion from the books of Life.
Nor had they yet among the fons of Eve
Got them new names, till wandring o'er the earth,

Through God's high fuff'rance for the trial of man,
By fallities and lies the greatest part
Of mankind they corrupted to forfake
God their Creator, and th' invisible
Glory of him that made them to transform
Oft to the image of a brute, adorn'd
With gay religions full of pomp and gold,
And devils to adore for deities:

Then were they known to men by various names,
And various idols through the heathen world.
Say, Mufe, their names then known, who firft, who
laft,

Rous'd from the flumber, on that fiery couch,
At their great Emp'ror's call, as next in worth
Came fingly where he stood on the bare ftrand,
While the promifluous crowd stood yet aloof.
The chief were thofe who from the pit of Hell
Roaming to feek their prey on earth, durst fix
Their feats long after next the feat of God,
Their altars by his altar, gods ador'd
Among the nations round, and durft abide
Jehovah thund'ring out of Sion, thron'd
Between the cherubim ; yea often plac'd
Within his fanctuary itfelf their fhrines,
Abominations; and with curfed things
His holy rites and folemn feafts profan'd,
And with their darknefs durft affront his light.
First Moloch, horrid king, befmear'd with blood
Of human facrifice, and parent's tears,
Though for the noife of drums and timbrels loud
Their children's cries unheard, that pass'd through
To his grim idol. Him the Ammonite
Worship'd in Rabba and her watry plain,
In Argob and in Bafan, to the ftream
Of utmost Arnon. Nor content with fuch
Audacious neighbourhood, the wifest heart
Of Solomon he led by fraud to build

[fire

His temple right against the temple of God
On that opprobrious hill, and made his grove
The pleafant valley of Himmon, Tophet thence
And black Gehenna call'd, the type of Hell.
Next Chemos, th' obfcene dread of Moab's fons,
From Aroar to Nebo, and the wild
Of fouthmoft Abarim; in Hefebon
And Horonaim, Seon's realm, beyond
The flow'ry dale of Sibma, clad with vines,
And Eleale to th' Afphaltic pool.

Peor his other name, when he entic'd
Ifrael in Sittim on their narch from Nile

To do him wanton rites, which coft them woe.
Yet thence his luftful orgies he enlarg'd
Ev'n to that hill of fcandal, by the grove
Of Moloch homicide; luft hard by hate;
Till good Jofiah drove them thence to Hell.
With thefe came they, who from the bord'ring
Of old Euphrates to the brook that parts
[flood
Egypt from Syrian ground, had general names
Of Baalim and Afhtaroth, thofe male,
These feminine. For fpirits, when they please,
Can either fex affume, or both; fo foft
And uncompounded is their effence pure,
Not ty'd or manacl'd with joint or limb,
Nor founded on the brittle ftrength of bones,
Like cumb'rous flesh; but in what shape they choose
Dilated or condens'd, bright or obscure,

Can execute their airy purposes,
And works of love or enmity fulfil.
For thofe the race of liracl oft forfook
Their living ftrength, and unfrequented left
His righteous altar, bowing lowly down
To bestial Gods; for which their heads as low
Bow'd down in battle, funk before the spear
Of defpicable foes. With these in troop
Came Ahtoreth, whom the Phenicians call'd
Aitarte, Queen of Heav'n, with crefcent horns;
To whofe bright image nightly by the moon
Sidonian virgins paid their vows and fongs;
In Sion alfo not unfung, where flood
Her temple on th' offenfive mountain, built
By that uxorious king, whose heart, though large,
Beguil'd by fair idolatrefles, fell

To idols foul. Thammuz came next behind,
Whofe annual wound in Lebanon allur'd
The Syrian damfels to lament his fate
In amorous dittics all a fummer's day;
While fmooth Adonis from his native rock
Ran purple to the fea, fuppos'd with blood
Of Thammuz yearly wounded; the love-tale
Infected Sion's daughters with like heat,
Whose wanton paflions in the facred porch
Ezekiel faw, when by the vifion led
His eye furvey'd the dark idolatries
Of alienated Judah. Next came one
Who mourned in earneft, when the captive ark
Maim'd his brute image, head and hands lopt off
In his own temple, on the grunfel edge,
Where he fell flat, and fham'd his worshippers:
Dagon his name, sea-monster, upward man
And downward fish: yet had his temple high
Rear'd in Azotus, dreaded through the coalt
Of Palestine, in Gath and Afcalon,
And Accaron and Gaza's frontier bounds.
Him follow'd Rimmon, whofe deligtful feat
Was fair Damafcus, on the fertile banks
Of Abbana and Pharphar, lucid streams.
He also against the houfe of God was bold :
A leper once he loft, and gain'd a king,
Ahaz his fottish conqu'ror, whom he drew
God's altar to difparage and difplace
For one of Syrian mode, whereon to burn
His odious offerings, and adore the Gods
Whom he had vanquish'd. After these appear'd
A crew, who, under names of old renown,
Ofiris, Ifis, Orus and their train,

With monstrous fhapes and forceries abus'd
Fanatic Egypt and her priefts, to feek
Their wand'ring gods difguis'd in brutish forms
Rather than human. Nor did Ifrael 'scape
Th' infection, when their borrow'd gold compos'd
The calf in Oreb; and the rebel king
Doubled that fin in Bethel and in Dan,
Likening his Maker to the grazed ox,
Jehovah, who in one night when he pass'd
From Egypt marching, equall'd with one ftroke
Both her firft-born and all her bleating gods.
Belial came laft, than whom a fp'rit more lewd
Fell not from heaven, or more grofs to love
Vice for itself: to him no temple stood
Or altar fmok'd; yet who more oft than he
In temples and at altars, when the priest

Turns Atheift, as did Eli's fons, who fill'd
With luft and violence the houfe of God?
In courts and palaces he alfo reigns,
And in luxurious cities, where the noise
Of riot afcends above their loftieft towers,
And injury and outrage: and when Night
Darkens the freets, then wander forth the fons
Of Belial, flown with infolence and wine.
Witnefs the streets of Sodom, and that night
In Gibeah, when the hofpitable door
Expos'd a matron to avoid worse rape.
Thefe were the prime in order and in might;
The reft were long to tell, though far renown'd,
Th' Ionian gods of Javan's iflue held
Gods, yet confeffed later than Heav'n and Earth,
Their boafted parents: Titan, Heav'n's first-born,
With his enormous brood, and birthright feiz'd
By younger Saturn; he from mightier Jove
His own and Rhea's fon like measure found;
So Jove ufurping reign'd: thefe firft in Crete
And Ida known, thence on the fnowy top
Of cold Olympus rul'd the middle air,
Their higheft heaven; or on the Delphian cliff,
Or in Dodona, and through all the bounds
Of Doric land; or who with Saturn old
Fled over Adria to th' Hefperian fields,
And o'er the Celtic roam'd the utmoft ifles.

All these and more came flocking; but with looks Downcaft and dampt, yet fuch wherein appear'd Obfcure fome glimpse of joy, to 'ave found their chief

Not in defpair, to 'ave found themselves not loft
In lofs itself; which on his countenance caft
Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride
Soon recollecting, with high words that bore
Semblance of worth, not fubftance, gently rais'd
Their fainting courage, and difpell'd their fears.
Then strait commands, that at the warlike found
Of trumpets loud and ciarions be uprear'd
His mighty ftandard; that proud honour claim'd
Azazel as his right, a cherub tall;

Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurl'd
Th' imperial enfign, which full high advanc'd
Shone like a meteor ftreaming to the wind,
With gems and golden luftre rich emblaz’d,
Seraphic arms and trophies; all the while
Sonorous metal blowing martial founds:
At which the univerfal hoft up fent

A fhout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
All in a moment through the gloom were feen
Ten thousand banners rife into the air
With orient colours waving: with them rofe
| A forest huge of fpears; and thronging helms
Appear'd, and ferried fhields in thick array
Of depth immeafurable: anon they move
In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and foft recorders; fuch as rais'd
To height of nobleft temper heroes old
Arming to battle; and inftead of rage
Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd
With dread of death to flight or foul retreat;
Nor wanting pow'r to mitigate and fwage
With folemn touches troubled thoughts, and chafe
Anguish and doubt, and fear, and forrow, and pain,

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