Read The Annotated Milton: Complete English Poems Online
Authors: John Milton,Burton Raffel
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92 | | Calls us to penance? More destroyed than thus |
93 | | We should be quite abolished, and expire |
94 | | What fear we then? What doubt we to incense |
95 | | His utmost ire? which, to the height enraged |
96 | | Will either quite consume us, and reduce |
97 | | To nothing this essential |
98 | | Than miserable to have eternal being |
99 | | Or if our substance be indeed divine |
100 | | And cannot cease to be, we are at worst |
101 | | On this side nothing. And by proof we feel |
102 | | Our power sufficient to disturb His Heav’n, |
103 | | And with perpetual inroads to alarm |
104 | | Though inaccessible, His fatal throne |
105 | | Which if not victory, is yet revenge |
106 | | |
107 | | Desperate revenge, and battle dangerous |
108 | | To less than gods. On th’ other side up rose |
109 | | Belial, in act more graceful and humane |
110 | | A fairer person lost not Heav’n. He seemed |
111 | | For dignity composed, and high exploit |
112 | | But all was false and hollow, though his tongue |
113 | | Dropped manna |
114 | | |
115 | | Maturest counsels, for his thoughts were low |
116 | | To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds |
117 | | Timorous and slothful. Yet he pleased the ear |
118 | | And with persuasive accent thus began |
119 | | |
120 | | As not behind in hate, if what was urged |
121 | | Main reason to persuade immediate war |
122 | | Did not dissuade me most, and seem to cast |
123 | | |
124 | | When he who most excels in fact |
125 | | In what he counsels and in what excels |
126 | | Mistrustful, grounds his courage on despair |
127 | | |
128 | | Of all his aim, |
129 | | First, what revenge? The tow’rs of Heav’n are filled |
130 | | With armèd watch that render all access |
131 | | Impregnable. Oft on the bordering deep |
132 | | Encamp their legions, or with obscure |
133 | | Scout far and wide into the realm of Night |
134 | | Scorning surprise. Or could |
135 | | By force, and at our heels all Hell should rise |
136 | | With blackest insurrection to confound |
137 | | Heav’n’s purest light, yet our great enemy |
138 | | All incorruptible, would on His throne |
139 | | |
140 | | Incapable of stain, would soon expel |
141 | | |
142 | | Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope |
143 | | Is flat |
144 | | Th’Almighty victor to spend |
145 | | And that must end us, that must be our cure |
146 | | To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose, |
147 | | Though full of pain, this intellectual being, |
148 | | Those thoughts that wander through eternity |
149 | | To perish rather, swallowed up and lost |
150 | | In the wide womb of uncreated Night |
151 | | Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows |
152 | | Let this be good, whether our angry foe |
153 | | Can give it, or will ever? How He can |
154 | | Is doubtful; that He never will is sure |
155 | | Will He, so wise, let loose at once His ire |
156 | | Belike |
157 | | To give His enemies their wish, and end |
158 | | Them in His anger, whom His anger saves |
159 | | To punish endless? ‘Wherefore cease we, then |
160 | | Say they who counsel war: ‘we are decreed, |
161 | | Reserved, |
162 | | Whatever doing, what can we suffer more |
163 | | What can we suffer worse?’ Is this, then, worst |
164 | | Thus sitting, thus consulting, thus in arms |
165 | | What when we fled amain, |
166 | | With Heav’n’s afflicting thunder, and besought |
167 | | The deep to shelter us? This Hell then seemed |
168 | | A refuge from those wounds. Or when we lay |
169 | | Chained on the burning lake? That sure was worse. |
170 | | What if the breath that kindled those grim fires |
171 | | Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage |
172 | | And plunge us in the flames? Or from above |
173 | | Should intermitted |
174 | | His red right hand to plague us? What if all |
175 | | Her stores were opened, and this firmament |
176 | | Of Hell should spout her cataracts of fire |
177 | | Impendent |
178 | | One day upon our heads, while we, perhaps |
179 | | Designing or exhorting glorious war |
180 | | Caught in a fiery tempest, shall be hurled |
181 | | Each on his rock transfixed, the sport and prey |
182 | | Of racking |
183 | | Under yon boiling ocean, wrapped in chains |