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   Before thy fellows, ambitious to win
   From me som Plume, that thy success may show
   Destruction to the rest: this pause between
   (Unanswerd least thou boast) to let thee know;
   At first I thought that Libertie and Heav’n
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   To heav’nly Souls had bin all one: but now
   I see that most through sloth had rather serve,
   Ministring Spirits, traind up in Feast and Song;
   Such hast thou arm’d, the Minstrelsie13 of Heav’n,
   Servilitie with freedom to contend,
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   As both thir deeds compar’d this day shall prove.
   To whom in brief thus Abdiel stern repli’d.
   Apostat, still thou errst, nor end wilt find
   Of erring, from the path of truth remote:
   Unjustly thou deprav’st it with the name
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   Of Servitude to serve whom God ordains,
   Or Nature; God and Nature bid the same,
   When he who rules is worthiest, and excells
   Them whom he governs. This is servitude,
   To serve th’ unwise, or him who hath rebell’d
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   Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee,
   Thy self not free, but to thy self enthrall’d;
   Yet leudly dar’st our ministring upbraid.
   Reign thou in Hell thy Kingdom, let mee serve
   In Heav’n God ever blest, and his Divine
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   Behests obey, worthiest to be obey’d,
   Yet Chains in Hell, not Realms expect: mean while
   From mee returnd, as erst thou saidst, from flight,
   This greeting on thy impious Crest receive.
   So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high,
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   Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell
   On the proud Crest of Satan, that no sight,
   Nor motion of swift thought, less could his Shield
   Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge
   He back recoild; the tenth on bended knee
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   His massie Spear upstaid; as if on Earth
   Winds under ground or waters forcing way
   Sidelong, had push’t a Mountain from his seat
   Half sunk with all his Pines. Amazement seis’d
   The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see
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   Thus foil’d thir mightiest, ours joy fill’d, and shout,
   Presage of Victorie and fierce desire
   Of Battel: whereat Michael bid sound
   Th’ Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav’n
   It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
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   Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
   The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn’d
   The horrid shock: now storming furie rose,
   And clamour such as heard in Heav’n till now
   Was never, Arms on Armour clashing bray’d
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   Horrible discord, and the madding Wheels
   Of brazen Chariots rag’d; dire was the noise
   Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
   Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew,
   And flying vaulted either Host with fire.
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   So under fierie Cope14 together rush’d
   Both Battels main, with ruinous assault
   And inextinguishable rage; all Heav’n
   Resounded, and had Earth bin then, all Earth
   Had to her Center shook. What wonder? when
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   Millions of fierce encountring Angels fought
   On either side, the least of whom could weild
   These Elements, and arm him with the force
   Of all thir Regions: how much more of Power
   Armie against Armie numberless to raise
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   Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb,
   Though not destroy, thir happie Native seat;
   Had not th’ Eternal King Omnipotent
   From his strong hold of Heav’n high over-rul’d
   And limited thir might; though numberd such
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   As each divided Legion might have seemd
   A numerous Host, in strength each armed hand
   A Legion; led in fight, yet Leader seemd
   Each Warriour single as in Chief, expert
   When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway
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   Of Battel, open when, and when to close
   The ridges15 of grim Warr; no thought of flight,
   None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
   That argu’d fear; each on himself reli’d,
   As onely in his arm the moment16 lay
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   Of victorie; deeds of eternal fame
   Were don, but infinite: for wide was spred
   That Warr and various; somtimes on firm ground
   A standing fight, then soaring on main wing
   Tormented all the Air; all Air seemd then
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   Conflicting Fire: long time in eeven scale
   The Battel hung; till Satan, who that day
   Prodigious power had shewn, and met in Armes
   No equal, raunging through the dire attack
   Of fighting Seraphim confus’d, at length
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   Saw where the Sword of Michael smote, and fell’d
   Squadrons at once, with huge two-handed sway
   Brandisht aloft the horrid edge came down
   Wide wasting; such destruction to withstand
   He hasted, and oppos’d the rockie Orb
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   Of tenfold Adamant, his ample Shield
   A vast circumference: At his approach
   The great Arch-Angel from his warlike toil
   Surceas’d, and glad as hoping here to end
   Intestine War in Heav’n, th’ arch foe subdu’d
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   Or Captive drag’d in Chains, with hostile frown
   And visage all enflam’d first thus began.
   Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt,
   Unnam’d in Heav’n, now plenteous, as thou seest
   These Acts of hateful strife, hateful to all,
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   Though heaviest by just measure on thy self
   And thy adherents: how hast thou disturb’d
   Heav’ns blessed peace, and into Nature brought
   Miserie, uncreated till the crime
   Of thy Rebellion? how hast thou instill’d
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   Thy malice into thousands, once upright
   And faithful, now prov’d false. But think not here
   To trouble Holy Rest; Heav’n casts thee out
   From all her Confines. Heav’n the seat of bliss
   Brooks not the works of violence and Warr.
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   Hence then, and evil go with thee along
   Thy ofspring, to the place of evil, Hell,
   Thou and thy wicked crew; there mingle broils,
   Ere this avenging Sword begin thy doom,
   Or som more sudden vengeance wing’d from God
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   Precipitate thee with augmented pain.
   So spake the Prince of Angels; to whom thus
   The Adversarie. Nor think thou with wind
   Of airie threats to aw whom yet with deeds
   Thou canst not. Hast thou turnd the least of these
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   To flight, or if to fall, but that they rise
   Unvanquisht, easier to transact with mee
   That thou shouldst hope, imperious, and with threats
   To chase me hence? err not that so shall end
   The strife which thou call’st evil, but wee style
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   The strife of Glorie: which we mean to win,
   Or turn this Heav’n it self into the Hell
   Thou fablest, here however t 
					     					 			o dwell free,
   If not to reign: mean while thy utmost force,
   And join him nam’d Almighty to thy aid,
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   I flie not, but have sought thee farr and nigh.
   They ended parle, and both addrest17 for fight
   Unspeakable; for who, though with the tongue
   Of Angels, can relate, or to what things
   Liken on Earth conspicuous, that may lift
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   Human imagination to such highth
   Of Godlike Power: for likest Gods they seemd,
   Stood they or mov’d, in stature, motion, arms
   Fit to decide the Empire of great Heav’n.
   Now wav’d thir fierie Swords, and in the Air
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   Made horrid Circles; two broad Suns thir Shields
   Blaz’d opposite, while expectation stood
   In horror; from each hand with speed retir’d
   Where erst was thickest fight, th’ Angelic throng,
   And left large field, unsafe within the wind
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   Of such commotion, such as to set forth
   Great things by small, if Natures concord broke,
   Among the Constellations warr were sprung,
   Two Planets rushing from aspect maligne
   Of fiercest opposition in mid Skie,
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   Should combat, and thir jarring Sphears confound.
   Together both with next t’ Almightie Arm,
   Uplifted imminent one stroke they aim’d
   That might determine,18 and not need repeat,
   As not of power, at once; nor odds19 appeerd
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   In might or swift prevention; but the sword
   Of Michael from the Armorie of God
   Was giv’n him temperd so, that neither keen
   Nor solid might resist that edge; it met
   The sword of Satan with steep force to smite
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   Descending, and in half cut sheer, not staid,
   But with swift wheel reverse, deep entring shar’d
   All his right side; then Satan first knew pain,
   And writh’d him to and fro convolv’d; so sore
   The griding20 sword with discontinuous wound
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   Pass’d through him, but th’ Ethereal substance clos’d
   Not long divisible, and from the gash
   A stream of Nectarous humor issuing flow’d
   Sanguin, such as Celestial Spirits may bleed,
   And all his Armour staind ere while so bright.
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   Forthwith on all sides to his aid was run
   By Angels many and strong, who interpos’d
   Defence, while others bore him on thir Shields
   Back to his Chariot; where it stood retir’d
   From off the files of warr; there they him laid
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   Gnashing for anguish and despite and shame
   To find himself not matchless, and his pride
   Humbl’d by such rebuke, so farr beneath
   His confidence to equal God in power.
   Yet soon he heal’d; for Spirits that live throughout
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   Vital in every part, not as frail man
   In Entrails, Heart or Head, Liver or Reins,
   Cannot but by annihilating die;
   Nor in thir liquid texture mortal wound
   Receive, no more then can the fluid Air:
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   All Heart they live, all Head, all Eye, all Ear,
   All Intellect, all Sense, and as they please,
   They Limb themselves, and colour, shape or size
   Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.
   Mean while in other parts like deeds deserv’d
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   Memorial, where the might of Gabriel fought,
   And with fierce Ensignes pierc’d the deep array
   Of Moloc furious King, who him defi’d,
   And at his Chariot wheels to drag him bound
   Threat’n’d, nor from the Holie One of Heav’n
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   Refrein’d his tongue blasphemous; but anon
   Down clov’n to the waste, with shatterd Armes
   And uncouth pain fled bellowing. On each wing
   Uriel and Raphael his vaunting foe,
   Though huge, and in a Rock of Diamond Armd,
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   Vanquish’d Adramelec, and Asmadai,
   Two potent Thrones, that to be less then Gods
   Disdain’d, but meaner thoughts learnd in thir flight,
   Mangl’d with gastly wounds through Plate and Mail.
   Nor stood unmindful Abdiel to annoy
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   The Atheist crew, but with redoubl’d blow
   Ariel and Arioc, and the violence
   Of Ramiel scorcht and blasted overthrew.
   I might relate of thousands, and thir names
   Eternize here on Earth; but those elect
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   Angels contented with thir fame in Heav’n
   Seek not the praise of men: the other sort
   In might though wondrous and in Acts of Warr,
   Nor of Renown less eager, yet by doom
   Canceld from Heav’n and sacred memorie,
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   Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell.
   For strength from Truth divided and from Just,
   Illaudable, naught merits but dispraise
   And ignominie, yet to glorie aspires
   Vain glorious, and through infamie seeks fame:
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   Therfore Eternal silence be thir doom.
   And now thir mightiest quell’d, the battel swerv’d,
   With many an inrode gor’d; deformed rout
   Enter’d, and foul disorder; all the ground
   With shiverd armour strown, and on a heap
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   Chariot and Charioter lay overturnd
   And fierie foaming Steeds; what stood, recoyld
   Orewearied, through the faint Satanic Host
   Defensive scarse, or with pale fear surpris’d,
   Then first with fear surpris’d and sense of pain
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   Fled ignominious, to such evil brought
   By sin of disobedience, till that hour
   Not liable to fear or flight or pain.
   Far otherwise th’ inviolable Saints
   In Cubic Phalanx firm advanc’t entire,
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   Invulnerable, impenitrably arm’d:
   Such high advantages thir innocence
   Gave them above thir foes, not to have sinn’d,
   Not to have disobei’d; in fight they stood
   Unwearied, unobnoxious21 to be pain’d
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   By wound, though from thir place by violence mov’d
   Now Night her course began, and over Heav’n
   Inducing darkness, grateful truce impos’d,
   And silence on the odious dinn of Warr:
   Under her Cloudie covert both retir’d,
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   Victor and Vanquisht: on the foughten field
   Michael and his Angels prevalent22
   Encamping, plac’d in Guard thir Watches round,
   Cherubic waving fires: on th’ other part
   Satan with his rebellious disappeerd,
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   Far in the dark dislodg’d, and void of rest,
   His Potentates to Councel call’d by night;
   And in the midst thus undismai’d began.
   O now in danger tri’d, now known in Armes
   Not to be overpowerd, Companions dear,
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   Found worthy not of Libertie alone,
   Too mean pretense, but what we more affect,
   Honour, Dominion, Glorie, and renown,
   Who have sustaind one day in doubtful fight
   (And if one day, why not Eternal dayes?)
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   What Heavens Lord had powerfullest to send
  
					     					 			  Against us from about his Throne, and judg’d
   Sufficient to subdue us to his will,
   But proves not so: then fallible, it seems,
   Of future we may deem him, though till now
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   Omniscient thought. True is, less firmly arm’d,
   Some disadvantage we endur’d and pain,
   Till now not known, but known as soon contemn’d,
   Since now we find this our Empyreal form
   Incapable of mortal injurie
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   Imperishable, and though peirc’d with wound,
   Soon closing, and by native vigour heal’d.
   Of evil then so small as easie think
   The remedie; perhaps more valid Armes,
   Weapons more violent, when next we meet,
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   May serve to better us, and worse our foes,
   Or equal what between us made the odds,
   In Nature none: if other hidden cause
   Left them Superiour, while we can preserve
   Unhurt our minds, and understanding sound,
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   Due search and consultation will disclose.
   He sat; and in th’ assembly next upstood
   Nisroc,23 of Principalities the prime;
   As one he stood escap’t from cruel fight,
   Sore toild, his riv’n Armes to havoc hewn,
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   And cloudie in aspect thus answering spake.
   Deliverer from new Lords, leader to free
   Enjoyment of our right as Gods; yet hard
   For Gods, and too unequal work we find
   Against unequal armes to fight in pain,
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   Against unpaind, impassive;24 from which evil
   Ruin must needs ensue; for what avails
   Valour or strength, though matchless, quell’d with pain
   Which all subdues, and makes remiss the hands
   Of Mightiest. Sense of pleasure we may well
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   Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine,
   But live content, which is the calmest life:
   But pain is perfet miserie, the worst
   Of evils, and excessive, overturns