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Paradiſe loſt. Book I.

To bottomleſs perdition, there to dwell
In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
Who durſt deſie th’ Omnipotent to Arms.
50Nine times the Space that meaſures Day and Night
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
Lay vanquiſht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe
Confounded though immortal : But his doom
Reſerv d him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of loſt happineſs and lading pain
Torments him, round he throws his baleful eyes
That witneſs’d huge affliction and diſmay
Mixt with obdurate pride and ſtedfaſt hate:
At once as far as Angels kenn he views
60The diſmal Situation waſte and wilde,
A Dungeon horrible, on all ſides round
As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from thoſe flames
No light, but rather darkneſs viſible
Serv’d only to diſcover fights of woe,
Regions of ſorrow, doleful ſhades, where peace
And reſt can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed
With ever-burning Sulphur unconſum’d:
70Such place Eternal Juſtice had prepar’d
For thoſe rebellious, here their Priſon ordain’d
In utter darkneſs, and their portion ſet
As far remov’d from God and light of Heav’n
As from the Center thrice to th’ utmoſt Pole.
O how unlike the place from whence they fell!
There the companions of his fall, o’rewhelm’d
With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempeſtuous fire,
He ſoon diſcern, and weltring by his ſide

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