Messiah A Poem, in Twenty-Eight Books. By Joseph Cottle |
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 | Messiah |  |
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BOOK II.
Satan.
In realms remote, where never sun appears,
Where light torments, and deepest darkness cheers;
(If aught in unison with joy, might be
Briefly subjoin'd, where all was misery)
Satan, amid creation's utmost bound,
Th' Arch-angel fall'n! with his fall'n angels, found
Refuge from the intolerable frown
Of Deity incensed. The regal crown
Of snakes and twisted scorpions, on his brow,
Satan assumes, while hosts around him bow
Of the rebellious spirits. A faint glare,
A preternatural light, with darkness rare,
Conflicted, and a misty prospect gave
More terrible than midnight. Through the cave,
Th' immeasurable vast, of depth unknown,
The silent lightnings darted, and, alone,
Shed brief perplexing lustre. The dim shade,
With desultory beam o'erwhelm'd, display'd
Myriads, tormented! who, in anguish, gazed,
Nought seeing, far or near, but th' look amazed,
Now turning slow around, and now intense,
That each, on each, with ghastly prominence,
Cast ever, whilst no cheering breath serene
Broke the deep silence of that fearful scene
Where light torments, and deepest darkness cheers;
(If aught in unison with joy, might be
Briefly subjoin'd, where all was misery)
Satan, amid creation's utmost bound,
Th' Arch-angel fall'n! with his fall'n angels, found
Refuge from the intolerable frown
Of Deity incensed. The regal crown
Of snakes and twisted scorpions, on his brow,
Satan assumes, while hosts around him bow
Of the rebellious spirits. A faint glare,
A preternatural light, with darkness rare,
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More terrible than midnight. Through the cave,
Th' immeasurable vast, of depth unknown,
The silent lightnings darted, and, alone,
Shed brief perplexing lustre. The dim shade,
With desultory beam o'erwhelm'd, display'd
Myriads, tormented! who, in anguish, gazed,
Nought seeing, far or near, but th' look amazed,
Now turning slow around, and now intense,
That each, on each, with ghastly prominence,
Cast ever, whilst no cheering breath serene
Broke the deep silence of that fearful scene
For utterance, vain, to find their bosoms swell;
To suffer, but to none their sufferings tell;
To feel the worm within, yet, to restrain
The soothing sigh that blunts the edge of pain;
This was their doom, save, when their spirits proud
Ask'd sufferance of the Highest, then, allow'd,
Dear-bought concession! Each of all around
Fill'd hell with lengthen'd groans t' her farthest bound.
To suffer, but to none their sufferings tell;
To feel the worm within, yet, to restrain
The soothing sigh that blunts the edge of pain;
This was their doom, save, when their spirits proud
Ask'd sufferance of the Highest, then, allow'd,
Dear-bought concession! Each of all around
Fill'd hell with lengthen'd groans t' her farthest bound.
After long silence (where th' accursēd crew
From many a prayer, half utter'd, back withdrew,
And drank the cup of anguish from the brim,
Rather than seek, semblance of good, from Him
Whom they opposed in heaven, and with vain might
Waged warfare follow'd by disastrous flight)
Satan, in pride abased, 'mid smother'd grief,
Ask'd, and received, the power of utterance brief.
Now rearing, slow, from out the subject flood,
His huge and dragon form, pausing he stood,
Or seem'd to stand, upon a livid mound,
Uprising from the lake, wide-stretch'd around.
Dark was its face, save when the heaving wave
Back to hell's fiery roof its lustre gave
With ominous reflection. The proud foe
Of God and man, gazed on the hosts below
With stern, contemplant brow. His spear, now higher,
He lifts, when, lo! the drop, the flake of fire
Falls from the half-raised beam (beneath the tide,
Extending far, as th' Ice-isle, steep and wide.)
The unusual noise, the look, inquiring, wakes,
From the vast host. Instant the surface shakes,
As round all turn, to mark their Chieftain bold;
With visage, each that th' pang tormenting told.
At sight so terrible, even Satan sigh'd;
And as he saw them, coiling on the tide,
Of sulphurous bitumen, thus he cried.
From many a prayer, half utter'd, back withdrew,
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Rather than seek, semblance of good, from Him
Whom they opposed in heaven, and with vain might
Waged warfare follow'd by disastrous flight)
Satan, in pride abased, 'mid smother'd grief,
Ask'd, and received, the power of utterance brief.
Now rearing, slow, from out the subject flood,
His huge and dragon form, pausing he stood,
Or seem'd to stand, upon a livid mound,
Uprising from the lake, wide-stretch'd around.
Dark was its face, save when the heaving wave
Back to hell's fiery roof its lustre gave
With ominous reflection. The proud foe
Of God and man, gazed on the hosts below
With stern, contemplant brow. His spear, now higher,
He lifts, when, lo! the drop, the flake of fire
Falls from the half-raised beam (beneath the tide,
Extending far, as th' Ice-isle, steep and wide.)
The unusual noise, the look, inquiring, wakes,
From the vast host. Instant the surface shakes,
As round all turn, to mark their Chieftain bold;
With visage, each that th' pang tormenting told.
At sight so terrible, even Satan sigh'd;
And as he saw them, coiling on the tide,
Of sulphurous bitumen, thus he cried.
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“Beings! the inmates of this doleful sphere
“Our common torments make us doubly dear!
“Remembrance of the state where once we shone,
“Call'd happiness, alas, for ever gone!
“Alas! We tear the feeling from our mind,
“And scorn to mourn what freely we resign'd.
“Our state of bliss was purchased at a rate
“Unworthy us! In might and glory great,
“Required to tune the harp and bend the knee,
“From servitude we fled to misery!
“'Twas well! And who around his state deplores,
“Let him, with lightning speed, forsake these shores!
“Lo! on our brow, th' imperishable hate,
“The scorn immortal, the fix'd frown of fate,
“Sit stable, and the pledge secure bestow,
“That we shall never barter for this woe
“Our thirst of Sovereignty! Jehovah's throne,
“Your chief had hoped, ere this, to make his own;
“Ev'n thought, by valiant deed—on the wide plain
“Of heaven, with trump, and spear, and martial train,
“To rise preeminent! Disastrous day
“That saw our force o'erthrown! Our long array
“We deem'd invincible, 'till that sad hour
“When, not the scourge of Gabriel, but the power
“Of Great Messiah, Heaven's support and boast!
“O'er the high ramparts, our astounded host
“Hurl'd head-long to these regions! Let it be!
“Form'd for endurance, tho' in misery,
“We know not to repent! One joy is ours,
“Unfelt above, amid perennial bowers,
“Tho' sweet they were!—no Sovereign we behold!
“Night weighs us down, and flames our limbs enfold;
“But here, amid this ever-during shade,
“Fealty is fled, or homage to none paid,
“Save me, your rightful Potentate, whose might
“Soon will restore you all to heaven, and light!”
“Our common torments make us doubly dear!
“Remembrance of the state where once we shone,
“Call'd happiness, alas, for ever gone!
“Alas! We tear the feeling from our mind,
“And scorn to mourn what freely we resign'd.
“Our state of bliss was purchased at a rate
“Unworthy us! In might and glory great,
“Required to tune the harp and bend the knee,
“From servitude we fled to misery!
“'Twas well! And who around his state deplores,
“Let him, with lightning speed, forsake these shores!
“Lo! on our brow, th' imperishable hate,
“The scorn immortal, the fix'd frown of fate,
“Sit stable, and the pledge secure bestow,
“That we shall never barter for this woe
“Our thirst of Sovereignty! Jehovah's throne,
“Your chief had hoped, ere this, to make his own;
“Ev'n thought, by valiant deed—on the wide plain
“Of heaven, with trump, and spear, and martial train,
“To rise preeminent! Disastrous day
“That saw our force o'erthrown! Our long array
“We deem'd invincible, 'till that sad hour
“When, not the scourge of Gabriel, but the power
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“O'er the high ramparts, our astounded host
“Hurl'd head-long to these regions! Let it be!
“Form'd for endurance, tho' in misery,
“We know not to repent! One joy is ours,
“Unfelt above, amid perennial bowers,
“Tho' sweet they were!—no Sovereign we behold!
“Night weighs us down, and flames our limbs enfold;
“But here, amid this ever-during shade,
“Fealty is fled, or homage to none paid,
“Save me, your rightful Potentate, whose might
“Soon will restore you all to heaven, and light!”
By special sufferance, thro' the gleaming cave,
Myriads uprose, whilst fiery torrents lave
Their hideous limbs, and in a lengthen'd shout—
Terrific (a wild unimagin'd rout!)
The concave thunders! The distorted flood
Cast hideous shadows round, whilst fire and blood
Food of the damn'd! in sudden contact thrown,
That drown'd the lengthen'd sigh, and smother'd groan,
Hiss'd horrible, commingling with the roar,
Unheard till then, that shook th' infernal shore.
Myriads uprose, whilst fiery torrents lave
Their hideous limbs, and in a lengthen'd shout—
Terrific (a wild unimagin'd rout!)
The concave thunders! The distorted flood
Cast hideous shadows round, whilst fire and blood
Food of the damn'd! in sudden contact thrown,
That drown'd the lengthen'd sigh, and smother'd groan,
Hiss'd horrible, commingling with the roar,
Unheard till then, that shook th' infernal shore.
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Satan thus spake. “Powers! potentates! revered,
“By angels, and heaven's proudest banners fear'd,
“No adamantine door confines us here.
“Tho' hazardous to dare yon starry sphere,
“All nature we may range, our guide, our will:
“But in this pool, 'mid this excess of ill,
“Finding faint happiness, we choose to lie,
“For here, with spirits lost, is sympathy.
“But I will leave the precincts now of hell,
“This lake, awhile, where kindred demons dwell,
“And on a distant embassy, obscure,
“Worthy your chief, from love of evil pure,
“Flap my vast pinion on the murky air,
“And, from the heavens, a star, now beaming, tear!
“Yea! I will tell you, plain, what deeds I dare.
“Tho' evil be my passion, I can blend,
“With my chief good, inferior aim, and end:
“Driven, as ye know, from yonder fields of light,
“By adverse conflict with superior might,
“Curse, of itself, a hell! One, whom to name
“Rekindles thoughts of our defeat and shame,
“Finding his phalanx thinn'd by hosts like ours,
“His strength would fain replenish. He, his towers,
“Feels trembling, and, to guard from our surprise,
“Hath bid a new-created World arise,
“Where he would, safe, Immortal Spirits raise,
“Our thrones to fill, and with our crowns to blaze.
“Till we have gain'd fresh hosts of dart and spear,
“In open fight, victorious, who shall cheer
“With such a hope, these doleful regions here?
“My strength is subtlety! Nor yet too late!
“Craft, and deep malice, and inveterate hate,
“I will combine, and blast, with glad success,
“This opening flower of new-made happiness!
“Your shout restrain. Then will we all prepare
“For huger conflict. With such ranks, and fair,
“Augmented from yon world, which I will snare,
“We, while our lance with ten-told rage is driven,
“Will mount and scale the battlements of heaven!”
“By angels, and heaven's proudest banners fear'd,
“No adamantine door confines us here.
“Tho' hazardous to dare yon starry sphere,
“All nature we may range, our guide, our will:
“But in this pool, 'mid this excess of ill,
“Finding faint happiness, we choose to lie,
“For here, with spirits lost, is sympathy.
“But I will leave the precincts now of hell,
“This lake, awhile, where kindred demons dwell,
“And on a distant embassy, obscure,
“Worthy your chief, from love of evil pure,
“Flap my vast pinion on the murky air,
“And, from the heavens, a star, now beaming, tear!
“Yea! I will tell you, plain, what deeds I dare.
“Tho' evil be my passion, I can blend,
“With my chief good, inferior aim, and end:
“Driven, as ye know, from yonder fields of light,
“By adverse conflict with superior might,
“Curse, of itself, a hell! One, whom to name
“Rekindles thoughts of our defeat and shame,
“Finding his phalanx thinn'd by hosts like ours,
“His strength would fain replenish. He, his towers,
“Feels trembling, and, to guard from our surprise,
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“Where he would, safe, Immortal Spirits raise,
“Our thrones to fill, and with our crowns to blaze.
“Till we have gain'd fresh hosts of dart and spear,
“In open fight, victorious, who shall cheer
“With such a hope, these doleful regions here?
“My strength is subtlety! Nor yet too late!
“Craft, and deep malice, and inveterate hate,
“I will combine, and blast, with glad success,
“This opening flower of new-made happiness!
“Your shout restrain. Then will we all prepare
“For huger conflict. With such ranks, and fair,
“Augmented from yon world, which I will snare,
“We, while our lance with ten-told rage is driven,
“Will mount and scale the battlements of heaven!”
The burst of exultation, thro' the place,
Still loftier rose. Each ghastly-gleaming face,
From th' red eye-ball, shot malignant fire,
As wider yet, th' intemperate shout, and higher,
Echoed in dread responses.
Still loftier rose. Each ghastly-gleaming face,
From th' red eye-ball, shot malignant fire,
As wider yet, th' intemperate shout, and higher,
Echoed in dread responses.
From his seat,
Satan beside nor with obeysance meet,
Beelzebub arose, and thus began.
“Tidings of some new planet, and of man,
“Its strange inhabitant, have reach'd our ear;
“But if celestial thrones we scorn'd to fear,
“When, in suspense, the trembling battle hung,
“And the loud shout of “Victory!” from our tongue
“Half utterance found, can we one doubt sustain,
“Who, out of heaven, o'er living things shall reign?
“I subtilty despise! nor less, I ween,
“This prince whom you have chosen. Falchion keen
“He boasted, and, with self-appointed pride,
“Led on your ranks, but we his might have tried;
“Where late we hoped success have found defeat,
“And, Oh! our refuge in this dark retreat,
“Where vengeance' self is spent. I bid you rise!
“Let me conduct this venturous enterprize!
“Your chief, and not your cause hath been to blame!
“With nobler zeal, and swords of fiercer flame,
“Grant me your aid, and we, in dread array,
“The creature, man, will crush, and back to day
“Force, with resistless spear, our easy way.
Satan beside nor with obeysance meet,
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“Tidings of some new planet, and of man,
“Its strange inhabitant, have reach'd our ear;
“But if celestial thrones we scorn'd to fear,
“When, in suspense, the trembling battle hung,
“And the loud shout of “Victory!” from our tongue
“Half utterance found, can we one doubt sustain,
“Who, out of heaven, o'er living things shall reign?
“I subtilty despise! nor less, I ween,
“This prince whom you have chosen. Falchion keen
“He boasted, and, with self-appointed pride,
“Led on your ranks, but we his might have tried;
“Where late we hoped success have found defeat,
“And, Oh! our refuge in this dark retreat,
“Where vengeance' self is spent. I bid you rise!
“Let me conduct this venturous enterprize!
“Your chief, and not your cause hath been to blame!
“With nobler zeal, and swords of fiercer flame,
“Grant me your aid, and we, in dread array,
“The creature, man, will crush, and back to day
“Force, with resistless spear, our easy way.
He ceas'd. Beelzebub with proud upbraid
On Satan gazed. He scorn with scorn repaid,
And with a ghastly lower of shuddering rage
Prepared the sword, impetuous war to wage!
Each rais'd his arm. Their fiery breath restrain'd,
The countless host gazed speechless. Terror chain'd
Each rebel heart, when Belial stepp'd between;
Belial, all hollow, with imposing mien,
Who never spake, with specious voice and smile,
But the soft look conceal'd the secret guile;
He thus began.
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And with a ghastly lower of shuddering rage
Prepared the sword, impetuous war to wage!
Each rais'd his arm. Their fiery breath restrain'd,
The countless host gazed speechless. Terror chain'd
Each rebel heart, when Belial stepp'd between;
Belial, all hollow, with imposing mien,
Who never spake, with specious voice and smile,
But the soft look conceal'd the secret guile;
He thus began.
“Tho' pangs upon me rest,
“My anguish is for you. Within my breast,
“Self hath no place.—Poor sovereignty is here,
“I seek it not. Vain to conceal our fear,
“We were o'ercome, in fight, as I foretold,
“And he who vanquish'd, us, can safely hold,—
“Except you choose some chieftain, wise as bold!”
Fresh words he fain had pour'd, but, lo! a shout,
Terrific, thunder'd from the hideous rout,
Forbade his utterance. Satan mark'd his speech,
His aim, above his monarch, proud, to reach,
And treasured vengeance, in fit hour, to burst
Upon his rival, now, in silence, curst.
'Mid the brief pause, in slow and solemn state,
Mammon uprose, the proud-eyed potentate,
Who gave the lordly look on all around,
Satan, except; whilst, in the fight, renown'd,
Which lost them heaven, when all the rebel host
Fled vanquish'd, still his torment, and his boast,
Him last th' angelic legions, with vast might
Hurl'd, like a falling star, to realms of night.
Thus he began.
“My anguish is for you. Within my breast,
“Self hath no place.—Poor sovereignty is here,
“I seek it not. Vain to conceal our fear,
“We were o'ercome, in fight, as I foretold,
“And he who vanquish'd, us, can safely hold,—
“Except you choose some chieftain, wise as bold!”
Fresh words he fain had pour'd, but, lo! a shout,
Terrific, thunder'd from the hideous rout,
Forbade his utterance. Satan mark'd his speech,
His aim, above his monarch, proud, to reach,
And treasured vengeance, in fit hour, to burst
Upon his rival, now, in silence, curst.
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Mammon uprose, the proud-eyed potentate,
Who gave the lordly look on all around,
Satan, except; whilst, in the fight, renown'd,
Which lost them heaven, when all the rebel host
Fled vanquish'd, still his torment, and his boast,
Him last th' angelic legions, with vast might
Hurl'd, like a falling star, to realms of night.
Thus he began.
“In open war severe,
“So late o'ercome (when sword and glittering spear,
“Conjoin'd with our immortal panoply,
“Avail'd not, whilst from yonder blazing sky,
“A long inheritance! this noble band
“Fled, in wild ruin, from the lightning brand
“Of Great Messiah) how shall we confide
“In strength fresh kindled, when that strength we tried,
“Roused to stupendous eminence, yet found
“Our might avail not. On celestial ground
“We never more shall stand! The harp of gold
“We never more must hear, nor glad behold
“The flowers and fruits of paradise! Yet, hate
“Increas'd from memory of our fallen state!
“Scorn of all good which we enjoy'd in heaven,
“This yet is ours! To us, alas! are given
“Spirits inured to sufferance. To complain,
“We know not. Night, with still-encreasing pain,
“Now grown familiar, we can calmly bear,
“All, but th' undying pang, the worm, despair!
“But if the rankling wound we cannot heal,
“We will rejoice that others, too, shall feel;—
“Exult at th' eye around, in torment thrown,
“And in another's pang forget our own.
“Here shall rebellion reign?—that precipice
“From which so late we fell, which lost us bliss?
“Our leader, mightiest of the fallen host,
“In wisdom matchless, as in arms our boast,
“Our final confidence against mankind,
“The prop of hell! in his creative mind,
“For ever brooding on effectual ill
“How most to thwart, late-crown'd, Messiah's will,
“Deems subtilty, not strength, our noblest shield,
“To him, in one vast band, obedience yield!
“Or, I, 'gainst all, alone, will take the field.”
“So late o'ercome (when sword and glittering spear,
“Conjoin'd with our immortal panoply,
“Avail'd not, whilst from yonder blazing sky,
“A long inheritance! this noble band
“Fled, in wild ruin, from the lightning brand
“Of Great Messiah) how shall we confide
“In strength fresh kindled, when that strength we tried,
“Roused to stupendous eminence, yet found
“Our might avail not. On celestial ground
“We never more shall stand! The harp of gold
“We never more must hear, nor glad behold
“The flowers and fruits of paradise! Yet, hate
“Increas'd from memory of our fallen state!
“Scorn of all good which we enjoy'd in heaven,
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“Spirits inured to sufferance. To complain,
“We know not. Night, with still-encreasing pain,
“Now grown familiar, we can calmly bear,
“All, but th' undying pang, the worm, despair!
“But if the rankling wound we cannot heal,
“We will rejoice that others, too, shall feel;—
“Exult at th' eye around, in torment thrown,
“And in another's pang forget our own.
“Here shall rebellion reign?—that precipice
“From which so late we fell, which lost us bliss?
“Our leader, mightiest of the fallen host,
“In wisdom matchless, as in arms our boast,
“Our final confidence against mankind,
“The prop of hell! in his creative mind,
“For ever brooding on effectual ill
“How most to thwart, late-crown'd, Messiah's will,
“Deems subtilty, not strength, our noblest shield,
“To him, in one vast band, obedience yield!
“Or, I, 'gainst all, alone, will take the field.”
He ceas'd—when uproar of admiring sound
Shook the wide vault to its remotest bound.
Beelzebub, with look of sovereign scorn,
Mark'd the huge plaudit, when, of glory shorn,
Sudden he turn'd, and, with impetuous flight,
That mock'd the eye, sought out the blackest night.
Shook the wide vault to its remotest bound.
Beelzebub, with look of sovereign scorn,
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Sudden he turn'd, and, with impetuous flight,
That mock'd the eye, sought out the blackest night.
Satan beheld his rival burst away,
Muttering the threat of vengeance—on some day,
Ere long to come; and, as the shout he rais'd,
Triumphant, and with look, defying, gazed,
Once more resumed. “In valour consummate,
“Nor less in guile, prime champion of debate,
“'Mid sore perplexity hath Mammon been;
“Nor deem I one, in search of ill, more keen,
“Invested with more rich luxuriance
“Of all that wins the soul to self and sense;
“More practised in each dark infernal art;
“One fitter to sustain imperial part,
“When spirits fierce, in their august career,
“Against th' Almighty's legions hurl the spear.
“Tho' faultless not, in virtues here revered;
“(Tho' in his heart despondency hath rear'd
“Her chilling banner, and repressed the zeal—
“Some portion of the hope which all should feel
“Who know their wrongs, who learn their strength, and pant,
“On heaven's high walls their stedfast foot to plant;)
“Yet, of the countless hosts that round me bend,
“On Satan's flight, he only shall attend.
“Permission ask I none. I call you round
“To hear my mandate! Spurning this dark bound,
“Region of woe severe, and anguish dire,
“These chains, this burning flood, this vault of fire,
“Lo! To lead on the lofty enterprize,
“And frustrate heaven, with God-like strength I rise.”
Muttering the threat of vengeance—on some day,
Ere long to come; and, as the shout he rais'd,
Triumphant, and with look, defying, gazed,
Once more resumed. “In valour consummate,
“Nor less in guile, prime champion of debate,
“'Mid sore perplexity hath Mammon been;
“Nor deem I one, in search of ill, more keen,
“Invested with more rich luxuriance
“Of all that wins the soul to self and sense;
“More practised in each dark infernal art;
“One fitter to sustain imperial part,
“When spirits fierce, in their august career,
“Against th' Almighty's legions hurl the spear.
“Tho' faultless not, in virtues here revered;
“(Tho' in his heart despondency hath rear'd
“Her chilling banner, and repressed the zeal—
“Some portion of the hope which all should feel
“Who know their wrongs, who learn their strength, and pant,
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“Yet, of the countless hosts that round me bend,
“On Satan's flight, he only shall attend.
“Permission ask I none. I call you round
“To hear my mandate! Spurning this dark bound,
“Region of woe severe, and anguish dire,
“These chains, this burning flood, this vault of fire,
“Lo! To lead on the lofty enterprize,
“And frustrate heaven, with God-like strength I rise.”
He said, and mounting on a cloud of flame,
Gave forth the monstrous length. His hideous frame,
Scale-cover'd, with the forked sting behind,
Rose luminous, whilst th' spirits here confined,
Outcasts from heaven and glory, uncontroul'd,
A sudden power received, their leader, bold,
To follow to the verge of his domain,
The neutral gulf that bounds the realms of pain!
But, Mammon, faithful to his lord, arose
On stronger wing, and thro' the gate, that throws
Twilight around, with Satan, in his might,
Pass'd, and, to earth, urged on the baneful flight.
Gave forth the monstrous length. His hideous frame,
Scale-cover'd, with the forked sting behind,
Rose luminous, whilst th' spirits here confined,
Outcasts from heaven and glory, uncontroul'd,
A sudden power received, their leader, bold,
To follow to the verge of his domain,
The neutral gulf that bounds the realms of pain!
But, Mammon, faithful to his lord, arose
On stronger wing, and thro' the gate, that throws
Twilight around, with Satan, in his might,
Pass'd, and, to earth, urged on the baneful flight.
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