Milton - PR3550 .D77 1777 M1

'TIS PARADISE L 0 S T4 BOOK IV. So threaten'd he, but Satan MI no threats Gave heed, but waxing more in rage reply'd. Then when I am thy captive talk of chains, 970 Proud limitary Cherub ! but e'er then Far heavier load thy fell expea to feel From my prevailing arm ; though heaven's King Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers, Us'd to the yoke, draw'ft his triumphant wheels 975 In progrefs through the road of heav'n ftar-pav'd. While thus he fpake, th' Angelic fquadronbright Turn'd fiery red, fharpning in mooned horns Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported (pears, as thick as when a field 980 Of Ceres ripe for harveft waving bends Her 'bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them ; the careful plowman doubting hands, Left on the threIbing floor his hopeful (heaves Prove chaff. On th' other fide Satan alarm'd, 985 Colleeting all his might dilated flood Like Teneriff, or Atlas, unremov'd : His flature reach'd the sky, and on his creft Sat horror plum'd ; nor wanted in his grafp What feem'd both (pear and fhield. Now dreadful deeds Might have enfu'd, nor only Paradife 991 In this commotion, but the (larry cope Of heav'n perhaps, or all the elements At leaft had gone to wrack, difturb'd and torn With violence of this conflict, had not loon 995 Th' Eternal to prevent fuch horrid fray Hung forth in heav'n his golden fcales, yet Peen Betwixt Atirma and the Scorpion fign, Wherein ail things created firfl he weigh'd, The pendulous round earth, with ballanc'd air loon In

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