Read The Annotated Milton: Complete English Poems Online
Authors: John Milton,Burton Raffel
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Literary Collections, #Poetry, #Classics, #English; Irish; Scottish; Welsh, #English poetry
The chorus yet remaining on the place, Manoa returns full of joyful hope to procure, ere long, his son’s deliverance, in the midst of which discourse an Hebrew comes in haste, confusedly at first, and afterward more distinctly, relating the catastrophe: what Samson had done to the Philistines, and by accident to himself, wherewith the tragedy ends.
THE PERSONS
Samson.
Harapha of Gath.
Manoa, the father of Samson.
Public officer.
Messenger.
Dalila, his wife.
Chorus of Danites.
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The scene: before the prison in Gaza.
SAM. A little onward lend thy guiding hand
To these dark steps, a little further on,
For yonder bank
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hath choice of sun or shade.
There I am wont
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to sit, when any chance
Relieves me from my task of servile
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toil,
Daily in the common prison else enjoined
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me,
Where I, a prisoner chained, scarce freely draw
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The air—imprisoned also, close and damp,
Unwholesome
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draught.
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But here I feel amends,
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The breath of Heav’n fresh-blowing, pure and sweet,
With day-spring born. Here leave me to respire.
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This day a solemn feast the people hold
To Dagon
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their sea-Idol, and forbid
Laborious
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works. Unwillingly this rest
Their superstition
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yields me. Hence with leave
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Retiring from the popular
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noise, I seek
This unfrequented
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place to find some ease,
Ease to the body some, none to the mind
From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm
Of hornets armed, no sooner found alone
But rush upon me thronging,
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and present
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Times past, what once I was, and what am now.
O wherefore was my birth from Heav’n foretold
Twice, by an Angel, who at last in sight
Of both my parents all in flames ascended
From off the altar, where an off ’ring burned,
As in a fiery column charioting
His godlike presence, and from some great act
Or benefit revealed to Abraham’s race?
Why was my breeding
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ordered and prescribed
As of a person separate
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to God,
Designed for great exploits, if I must die
Betrayed, captived, and both my eyes put out,
Made of my enemies the scorn and gaze?
To grind
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in brazen
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fetters
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under task
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With this Heav’n-gifted strength? O glorious strength
Put to the labor of a beast, debased
Lower than bondslave! Promise was that I
Should Israel from Philistian yoke deliver.
Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him
Eyeless in Gaza at the mill
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with slaves,
Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke.
Yet stay, let me not rashly call in doubt
Divine prediction. What if all foretold
Had been fulfilled but
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through mine own default,
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Whom have I to complain of but myself?
Who this high gift of strength, committed to me,
In what part lodged, how easily bereft
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me,
Under the seal of silence could not keep
But weakly to a woman must reveal it,
O’ercome with importunity and tears.
O impotence of mind, in body strong!
But what is strength without a double share
Of wisdom, vast, unwieldy,
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burdensome,
Proudly secure,
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yet liable to fall
By weakest subtleties, not made to rule
But to subserve
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where wisdom bears
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command.
God, when He gave me strength, to show withal
How slight the gift was, hung it in my hair.
But peace! I must not quarrel with the will
Of highest dispensation,
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which herein
Happ’ly
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had ends
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above my reach to know.
Suffices that to me strength is my bane,
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And proves the source of all my miseries,
So many, and so huge, that each apart
Would ask
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a life to wail—but of all,
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct,
And all her various objects of delight
Annulled,
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which might in part my grief have eased,
Inferior to the vilest now become
Of man or worm. The vilest here excel me,
They creep, yet see, I dark in light exposed
To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong,
Within doors, or without, still
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as a fool,
In power of others, never in my own.
Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.
O dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all
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hope of day!
O first created beam, and thou great Word,
“Let there be light, and light was over all,”
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Why am I thus bereaved thy prime
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decree?
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon
When she deserts the night,
Hid in her vacant
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interlunar cave.
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Since light so necessary is to life,
And almost life itself, if it be true
That light is in the soul,
She all in every part, why was the sight
To such a tender ball as th’ eye confined?
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So obvious
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and so easy to be quenched,
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And not, as feeling, through all parts diffused
That she might look at will
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through every pore?
Then had I not been thus exiled from light,
As in the land of darkness, yet in light,
To live a life half dead, a living death,
And buried, but O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulcher,
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a moving grave,
Buried, yet not exempt
By privilege of death and burial
From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs,
But made hereby obnoxious
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more
To all the miseries of life,
Life in captivity
Among inhuman foes.
The tread of many feet steering this way—
Perhaps my enemies who come to stare
At my affliction, and perhaps to insult,
Their daily practice to afflict me more.
CHOR. This, this is he. Softly a while,
Let us not break in upon him.
O change beyond report, thought, or belief!
See how he lies at random, carelessly diffused,
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With languished
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head unpropped,
As one past hope, abandoned
And by himself given over,
In slavish habit,
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ill-fitted weeds
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O’er worn and soiled.
Or do my eyes misrepresent? Can this be he,
That heroic, that renowned,
Irresistible Samson? Whom unarmed
No strength of man or fiercest wild beast could withstand?
Who tore the lion, as the lion tears the kid?
Ran on embattled
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armies clad in iron,
And weaponless himself
Made arms ridiculous, useless the forgery
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Of brazen
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shield and spear, the hammered cuirass,
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Chalybean
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tempered steel, and frock
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of mail
Adamantean proof?
But safest he who stood aloof,
When insupportably
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his foot advanced
In scorn of their proud arms and warlike tools,
Spurned
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them to death—by troops! The bold Ascalonite
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Fled from his lion ramp,
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old warriors turned
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Their plated
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backs under his heel
Or, grov’ling, soiled
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their crested helmets in the dust.
Then with what
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trivial
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weapon came to hand—
The jaw of a dead ass, his sword of bone—
A thousand fore-skins
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fell, the flower of Palestine,
In Ramath-lechi,
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famous to this day.
Then by main
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force pulled up, and on his shoulders bore
The Gates of Azza
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—post
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and massy bar—
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Up to the hill by Hebron,
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seat of giants old,
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No journey of a sabbath day,
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and
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loaded so:
Like
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whom
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the gentiles feign
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to bear up Heav’n.
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Which shall I first bewail,
Thy bondage or lost sight,
Prison within prison
Inseparably dark?
Thou art become (O worst imprisonment!)
The dungeon of thyself! Thy soul
(Which men enjoying sight oft without cause complain)
Imprisoned now indeed,
In real darkness of the body dwells,
Shut up from outward light
T’ incorporate
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with gloomy night,
For inward light alas
Puts forth no visual beam.
O mirror of our fickle
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state,
Since man
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on earth unparalleled!
The rarer
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thy example stands
By how much from the top of wondrous glory,
Strongest of mortal men,
To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall’n.
For him I reckon not in high estate
Whom long descent of birth
Or the sphere of fortune raises,
But thee whose strength, while virtue was her mate,
Might have subdued the earth,
Universally crowned with highest praises.
SAM. I hear the sound of words; their sense the air
Dissolves unjointed
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ere it reach my ear.