BooK II. PARADISE LOST. 53 But thee? whom follow ? thou! wilt bring me loon To that new world of light and blifs, among The Gods who live at cafe, Where I than reign At thy right hand voluptuous, as hefeems Thy daughter and thy darling, without end. 870 Thus laying, from her fide the fatal key, Sad inflrurnent of all our woe i fhe took ; And tow'rds the gate rolling her bellial train, Forthwith the huge Portcullis high up.drew ; Which but her felf, not all the Stygian Pow'rs 875 Could once have mov'd : then in the key-hole turns Th' intricate wards, and every bolt and bar Of maffie iron, or folid rock, with cafe Unfafiens on a fudden open fly Wi!li impetuous recoil and jarring found 8aq' Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harfh thunder, that the lowdi bottom fhook Of Ererus. She open'd, but to fhut Excell'd her pow'r ; the gates wide open flood, That with extended wings a banner'd boll, 885 Under fpread enfigns marching, might pals through With horfe and chariots rank'd in loole array, So wide they flood ; and like a furnace mouth Call forth redounding fmoke and ruddy flame. Before their eyes in fudden view appear 890 The fecrets of the hoary Deep ; a dark Illimitable ocean without bound, Without dimenfion, where length, breadth, and height And time and place are loll; where eldeft Night And Chaos, anceflors of Nature, hold 895 Eternal anarchy amidfl the noife O endlefs wars, and by contufion hand: For hot, cold, moilt, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for maft'ry, and to battel bring Their
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