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I3tIox,I, PARADISE LOST; To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Lay vanquifh'd, rolling in the fiery gulf, Conf ,untied though immortal : but his doom Referv'd him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both of loft happinefs and lafting pain 55 Torments him ; round he throws his baleful eyes That witnefs'd huge afflidion aQd difinay, Mix'd with obdurate pride and ftedfaft hate : At once, as far as angels ken, he views The dismal fituation wafte and wild : 6o A dungeon horrible, on all fides round, As one great furnace, flam'd, yet from thofe flames No light, but rather darknefs vifible, Serv'd only to difcover fights of woe ; Regions of forrow, doleful fhades, where peace And reft can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning fuiphur unconfum'd. Such place eternal juice had prepar'd For thofe rebellious ; here their prifon ordain'd, In utter darknefs, and their portion let As far remov'd from God and light of heav'n, As from the centre thrice to th' utmoft Pole. 0 how unlike the place from whence they fell ! 75 There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelm'd With floods and whirlwinds of tempeftuous fire, He loon difcerns ; and welt'ring by his fide One next himfelf in pow'r, and next in crime Long after known in Palxfline, and nam'd So Beelzebub : To whom th' arch-enemy, (And thence in heav'n call'd Satan) with bold words Breaking the horrid filence thus began. If thou beeft He--But 0 how fall'n I how chang'd From him, who in the happy realms of light 85 Cloath'd

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