Of those Heaven-warring champions could Through all the coasts of dark destruction seek Deliverance for us all. This enterprise None shall partake with me." Thus say ing, rose The Monarch, and prevented all reply; Prudent lest, from his resolution raised, Others among the chief might offer now, Certain to be refused, what erst they feared, 470 With me in secret that my womb conceived A growing burden. Meanwhile war arose, And fields were fought in Heaven: wherein remained (For what could else?) to our Almighty Foe Clear victory; to our part loss and rout 776 Through all the Empyrean. Down they fell, Driven headlong from the pitch of Heaven, down Into this Deep; and in the general fall These gates for ever shut, which none can pass Without my opening. Pensive here I sat and pain Distorted, all my nether shape thus grew Transformed: but he iny inbred enemy 781 |