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Book 1.
Paradise lost.
Moors by his side under the Lee, while Night
Invests the Sea, and wished Morn delayes:
So stretcht out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay
Chain'd on the burning Lake, nor ever thences210
Had ris'n 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
Hoe all his malice serv'd but to bring forth
Infinite goodness, grace and mercy shewn
On Man by him seduc't 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
Drivn backward slope their pointing spires, & rowld
In billows, leave i'th' midst a horrid Vale.
The with expanded wings he stears his flight
Aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air
That felt unusual wight, 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 force230
of subterranean wind transports a Hill
Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side
of thundring Ætna, whose combustible
And fewel'd entrals thence conceiving Fire,
Sublim'd with Mineral fury, aid the Winds,
and leave a singed bottom all involv'd
With stench and smoak: Such resting found the sole
Of unblest feet. Him followed his next Mate,
Invests the Sea, and wished Morn delayes:
So stretcht out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay
Chain'd on the burning Lake, nor ever thences210
Had ris'n 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
Hoe all his malice serv'd but to bring forth
Infinite goodness, grace and mercy shewn
On Man by him seduc't 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
Drivn backward slope their pointing spires, & rowld
In billows, leave i'th' midst a horrid Vale.
The with expanded wings he stears his flight
Aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air
That felt unusual wight, 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 force230
of subterranean wind transports a Hill
Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side
of thundring Ætna, whose combustible
And fewel'd entrals thence conceiving Fire,
Sublim'd with Mineral fury, aid the Winds,
and leave a singed bottom all involv'd
With stench and smoak: Such resting found the sole
Of unblest feet. Him followed his next Mate,
Both
