Paradiſe loſt. Book i.
In Wallombroſa, where th' Etrurian ſtudes
High overarch't imbowr; or ſcatterd ſedge
Afloat, when with fierce Winds Orion arm'd
Hath vext the Red-Sea Coaſt, whoſe waves ore-threw
Buſiris and his Memphian Chivalrie,
While with perfidious hatred they purſu’d
The Sojourners of Goſhen, who beheld
310From the ſafe ſhore their floating Carkaſes
And broken Chariot Wheels, ſo thick beſtrown
Abject and loſt, lay theſe, covering the Floods
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He call’d ſo loud, that all the hollow Deep
Of Hell reſounded. Princes, Potentates,
Warriers,the Flowr of Heav’n,once yours,now loſt,
If ſuch aſtonifhment as this can ſieze
Eternal ſpirits; or have ye ehos'n this place
320After the toyl of Battel to repoſe
Your wearied vertue, for the eaſe you find
To ſlumber here, as in the Vales of Heav’n?
Or in this abject poſture have ye ſworn
To adore the Conquerour? who now beholds
Cherube and Seraph rowling in the Flood
With ſcatterd Arms and Enſigns, till anon
His ſwift purſuers from Heav’n Gates diſcern
Th’ advantage, and deſcending tread-us down
Thus drooping, or with linked Thunderbolts
Transfix us to the bottom of this Gulfe.
330Awake, ariſe, or be for ever fall’n.
They heard,and were abaſht,and up they ſprung
Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch
On duty ſleeping found by whom they dread,
Roſue and beſtir themſelves ere well awake.
High overarch't imbowr; or ſcatterd ſedge
Afloat, when with fierce Winds Orion arm'd
Hath vext the Red-Sea Coaſt, whoſe waves ore-threw
Buſiris and his Memphian Chivalrie,
While with perfidious hatred they purſu’d
The Sojourners of Goſhen, who beheld
310From the ſafe ſhore their floating Carkaſes
And broken Chariot Wheels, ſo thick beſtrown
Abject and loſt, lay theſe, covering the Floods
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He call’d ſo loud, that all the hollow Deep
Of Hell reſounded. Princes, Potentates,
Warriers,the Flowr of Heav’n,once yours,now loſt,
If ſuch aſtonifhment as this can ſieze
Eternal ſpirits; or have ye ehos'n this place
320After the toyl of Battel to repoſe
Your wearied vertue, for the eaſe you find
To ſlumber here, as in the Vales of Heav’n?
Or in this abject poſture have ye ſworn
To adore the Conquerour? who now beholds
Cherube and Seraph rowling in the Flood
With ſcatterd Arms and Enſigns, till anon
His ſwift purſuers from Heav’n Gates diſcern
Th’ advantage, and deſcending tread-us down
Thus drooping, or with linked Thunderbolts
Transfix us to the bottom of this Gulfe.
330Awake, ariſe, or be for ever fall’n.
They heard,and were abaſht,and up they ſprung
Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch
On duty ſleeping found by whom they dread,
Roſue and beſtir themſelves ere well awake.
Nor
