Beyond this deep; whatever draws me on, Or sympathy, or some connatural force, Powerful at greatest distance to unite, With secret amity, things of like kind, By secretest conveyance. Thou, my Inseparable, must with me along : For Death from Sin no power can separate. But, lest the difficulty of passing back Stay his return, perhaps, over this gulf Impassable, impervious, let us try
Adventurous work, yet to thy power and mine Not unagreeable, to found a path
Over this main from hell to that new world, Where Satan now prevails; a monument Of merit high to all the infernal host, Easing their passage hence, for intercourse, Or transmigration, as their lot shall lead, Nor can I miss the way, so strongly drawn By this new-felt attraction and instinct."
Whom thus the meagre shadow answer'd soon: "Go, whither fate, and inclination strong, Lead thee I shall not lag behind, nor err The way, thou leading; such a scent I draw
carnage, prey innumerable, and taste
The savour of death from all things there that live; Nor shall I to the work thou enterprisest
Be wanting, but afford thee equal aid."
So saying, with delight he snuff'd the smell Of mortal change on earth. As when a flock Of ravenous fowl, though many a league remote, Against the day of battle, to a field,
Where armies lie encamped, come flying, lured With scent of living carcasses design'd
For death, the following day, in bloody fight:
So scented the grim feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air;
Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
Then both, from out hell gates, into the waste
Wide anarchy of Chaos, damp and dark,
Flew diverse; and with power (their power was great), Hovering upon the waters, what they met
Solid or slimy, as in raging sea
Toss'd up and down, together crowded drove, From each side shoaling towards the mouth of hell: As when two polar winds, blowing adverse
Upon the Cronian sea, together drive Mountains of ice, that stop the imagined way
Beyond Petsora eastward, to the rich Cathaian coast. The aggregated soil, Death, with his mace petrific, cold and dry, As with a trident smote, and fix'd as firm As Delos, floating once; the rest his look Bound with Gorgonian rigour not to move; And with asphaltic slime, broad as the gate, Deep to the roots of hell the gather'd beach They fasten'd, and the mole immense wrought on, Over the foaming deep, high-arch'd, a bridge Of length prodigious, joining to the wall Immovable of this now fenceless world, Forfeit to Death; from hence a passage broad, Smooth, easy, inoffensive, down to hell. So, if great things to small may be compared, Xerxes, the liberty of Greece to yoke, From Susa, his Memnonian palace high, Came to the sea; and, over Hellespont Bridging his way, Europe with Asia join'd,
And scourged with many a stroke the indignant waves. Now had they brought the work by wondrous art
Pontifical, a ridge of pendent rock,
Over the vex'd abyss, following the track Of Satan to the self-same place, where he First lighted from his wing, and landed safe From out of Chaos, to the outside bare
Of this round world: with pins of adamant And chains they made all fast, too fast they made And durable! And now in little space The confines met of empyrean heaven
And of this world; and, on the left hand, hell With long reach interposed; three several ways In sight, to each of these three places led. And now their way to earth they had descried, To Paradise first tending; when, behold! Satan, in likeness of an angel bright, Betwixt the Centaur and the Scorpion steering His zenith, while the sun in Aries rose: Disguised he came; but those his children dear Their parent soon discern'd, though in disguise. He, after Eve seduced, unminded slunk Into the wood fast by; and, changing shape, To observe the sequel, saw his guileful act, By Eve, though all unweeting, seconded Upon her husband; saw their shame that sought Vain covertures; but when he saw descend The Son of God to judge them, terrified He fled; not hoping to escape, but shun The present; fearing, guilty, what his wrath Might suddenly inflict; that past, return'd By night, and, listening where the hapless pair Sat in their sad discourse, and various plaint, Thence gather'd his own doom; which understood Not instant, but of future time, with joy
And tidings fraught, to hell he now return'd; And at the brink of Chaos, near the foot Of this new wondrous pontifice, unhoped Met, who to meet him came, his offspring dear. Great joy was at their meeting, and at sight Of that stupendous bridge his joy increased. Long he admiring stood, till Sin, his fair Enchanting daughter, thus the silence broke:
"O parent, these are thy magnific deeds,
Thy trophies! which thou view'st as not thine own;
Thou art their author, and prime architect: For I no sooner in my heart divined
(My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves with thine, join'd in connexion sweet) That thou on earth hadst prosper'd, which thy looks Now also evidence, but straight I felt,
Though distant from thee worlds between, yet felt That I must after thee, with this thy son; Such fatal consequence unites us three. Hell could no longer hold us in her bounds, Nor this unvoyageable gulf obscure Detain from following thy illustrious track: Thou hast achieved our liberty, confined Within hell-gates till now; thou us empower'd To fortify thus far, and overlay,
With this portentous bridge, the dark abyss. Thine now is all this world; thy virtue hath won What thy hands builded not; thy wisdom gain'd, With odds, what war hath lost, and fully avenged Our foil in heaven: here thou shalt monarch reign, There didst not; there let him still victor sway, As battle hath adjudged, from this new world Retiring, by his own doom alienated; And henceforth monarchy with thee divide Of all things, parted by the empyreal bounds, His quadrature, from thy orbicular world; Or try thee now more dangerous to his throne." Whom thus the prince of darkness answer'd glad : "Fair daughter, and thou son and grandchild both; High proof ye now have given to be the race Of Satan (for I glory in the name,
Antagonist of heaven's Almighty King), Amply have merited of me-of all
The infernal empire, that so near heaven's door
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