Milton - PR3550 .D77 1777 M1

BOOK I. PARADISE LOST. As Each in his Hierarchy, the Orders bright. Nor was his name unheard, or unador'd, In antient Greece ; and in Aufonian Land Men call'd him Mulciber ; and how he fell 740 From heav'n, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the chryftal battlements ; from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A fummer's day ; and with the letting fun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling (tar, 745 On Lemnos th' JEgean ilk : thus they relate, Erring ; for he with this rebellious rout Fell long before ; nor aught avail'd him now T' have built in heav'n high tow'rs ; nor did he (cape By all his engines, but was headlong fent 750 With his induarious crew to build in hell. Mean while the winged heralds by command Of fov'reign pow'r, with awful ceremony And trumpets found, throughout the hoft proclaim A folernn council forthwith to be held 75S At Pandemonium, the high Capital Of Satan and his Peers : their furnmons call'd From every band and fquared regiment, By place or choice the worthieft ; they anon With hundreds and with thoufands trooping came 763 Attended : all accefs was throng'd, the gates And porches wide, but chief the Ipacious hall (Though like a cover'd field, where champions bold Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldan's Chair Defi'd the belt of Panim chivalry 765 To mortal combat, or career with lance) Thick fwarm'd, both on the ground and in the air, Brulh'd with the hifs of rufling wings. As bees In fpring time, when the fun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive 770 In clutters ; they among frelh dews and flow'rs F Fly