Against a wakeful foe, while I abroad 475 Extend his evening beam, the fields revive, 500 The Stygian council thus dissolv'd; and forth In order came the grand infernal peers : Midst came their mighty paramount, and seem'd Alone th' antagonist of Heav'n, nor less Than Hell's dread emperor with pomp supreme, 510 And God-like imitated state ; him round A globe of fiery Seraphim inclos’d With bright emblazonry, and horrent arms. Then of their session ended they bid cry With trumpets' regal sound the great result: 515 Tow'ards the four winds four speedy Cherubims Put to their mouths the sounding alchemy By heralds' voice explain'd; the hollow' abyss Heard far and wide, and all the host of Hell With deafʼning shout return'd them loud acclaim. 520 Thence more at ease their minds, and somewhat rais'd By false presumptuous hope, the ranged Powers res Disband, and wand'ring, each his several way Pursues, as inclination or sad choice Leads him perplex'd, where he may likeliest find 525 Truce to his restless thoughts, and entertain The irksome hours, till his great chief return. Part on the plain, or in the air sublime, Upon the wing, or in swift race contend, As at th’ Olympian games or Pythian fields; 530 Part curb their fiery steeds, or shun the goal With rapid wheels, or fronted brigades form. As when to warn proud cities war appears Wag'd in the troubled sky, and armies rush *To battle in the clouds, before each van 535 Prick forth the airy knights, and couch their spears Till thickest legions close ; with feats of arms From either end of Heav'n the welkin burns. Others with vast Typhooan rage more fell Pend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air 540 h whirlwind; Hell scarce holds the wild uproar. As when Alcides, from @chalia crown'd With conquest, felt th' envenom'd robe, and tore Through pain up by the roots Thessalian pines, And Lichas from the top of (Eta threw Into th’Euboic sea. Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle; and complain that fate 550 Free virtue should inthrall to force her chance. Their song was partial, but the harmony |