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He walk'd with to support uneasy steps
SATA'S PRE-EMINENCE above the other FALLEN
-Thus far these beyond
· With Naphtha and Asphaltus, yielded light As from a sky.
An ADDRESS to LIGHT.
(MILTON.) HAIL, holy light! offspring of Heav'n first-born, Or of th’ Eternal co-eternal beam! May I express thee unblam’d? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity; dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heav'ns thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the yoid and formless infinite. Thee I revisit now with bolder wing, Escap'd the Stygian Pcol, though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn; while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne, With other notes than to th' Orphéan lyre, I suag of Chaos and eternal Night; Tauglit by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to re-ascend, Though hard and rare. Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sov’reign vital lamp: but thou Revisit’st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the niore Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny bill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That ivash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit; nor sometimes forget Those other two, equall'd with me in fate, So were I equallid with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Mæonides, And Tiresias, and Phineas, prophets old : Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid
Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the
SATAN'S SPEECH to the Sun.
(MILTON.) O THOU that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the God Of this new world'; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, O Sun! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere; Till pride, and worse ambition, threw me down, Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless King. Ah wherefore! he deserv'd no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none: nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompence, and pay him thanks, How due! yet all his good prov'd ill in me, And wrought but malice, lifted up so high I disdain'd
subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burdensome still paying, still to owe, Forgetful what from him I still receiv'd; And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharg'd; what burden then! O had his pow'rful destiny ordain'd Me some inferior Angel, I had stood Then happy; no unbounded hope had rais'd Ambition. Yet why not? some other Power As great might have aspir'd, and me though mean Drawn to his part; but other Pow'rs as great Fell not, but stand upshaken, from within Or from without, to all temptations arm'd. Hadst thou the same free will and pow'r to stand ? Thou hadst: whom hast, thou then, or what, t' accuse, But Heav'n's free love, dealt equally to all? Be then his love accurs'd, since love or hate, To me alike it deals eternal woe. Nay curs'd be thou; since against his thy will Chose freely what it now so justly rues. Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threat’ning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven. O then at last relent: is there no place Léft for repentance, none for pardon left; None left but by submission; and that word Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame Among the Sp'rits beneath, whom I seduc'd With other promises, and other vaunts Than to submit, boasting I could subdue Th' Omnipotent. Ah me! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain, Under what torments inwardly I groan, While they adore me on the throne of Hell, With diadem and sceptre high advanc'd, The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds. But say I could repent, and could obtain, By acts of grace, my former state; how soon Would height recall high thoughts, how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore? ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement grow, Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep ; Which would but lead me to a worse relapse, And heavier fall : so should I purchase dear
Short intermission bought with double smart.'
SATAN'S APPROACH to PARADISE_That Place