Of noxious efficacy, and when to join In synod unbenign, and taught the fix'd Their influence malignant when to shower, Which of them rising with the sun, or falling, Should prove tempestuous. To the winds they set Their corners, when with bluster to confound Sea, air, and shore; the thunder when to roll With terror through the dark aerial hall. Some say, he bid his angels turn askance The poles of earth, twice ten degrees and more, From the sun's axle; they with labour push'd Oblique the centric globe: some say, the sun Was bid turn reins from the equinoctial road Like distant breadth to Taurus with the seven Atlantic Sisters, and the Spartan Twins, Up to the Tropic Crab; thence down amain By Leo, and the Virgin, and the Scales, As deep as Capricorn, to bring in change Of seasons to each clime; else had the spring Perpetual smiled on earth with vernant flowers, Equal in days and nights, except to those Beyond the polar circles; to them day Had unbenighted shone, while the low sun, To recompense his distance, in their sight Had rounded still the horizon, and not known Or east or west, which had forbid the snow From cold Estotiland, and south as far Beneath Magellan. At that tasted fruit The sun, as from Thyestean banquet, turn'd His course intended; else, how had the world Inhabited, though sinless, more than now Avoided pinching cold and scorching heat?
These changes in the heavens, though slow, produced Like change on sea and land, sidereal blast, Vapour, and mist, and exhalation hot, Corrupt and pestilent. Now, from the north Of Norumbega and the Samoed shore, Bursting their brazen dungeon, arm'd with ice, And snow, and hail, and stormy gust, and flaw, Boreas, and Cæcias, and Argestes loud,
And Thrascias rend the woods, and seas upturn; With adverse blast upturns them from the south Notus, and Afer, black with thunderous clouds From Sierra Leone; thwart of these as fierce Forth rush the Levant and the Ponent winds, Eurus and Zephyr with their lateral noise, Sirocco and Libecchio. Thus began Outrage from lifeless things; but Discord first, Daughter of Sin, among the irrational Death introduced through fierce antipathy:
Beast now with beast 'gan war, and fowl with fowl, And fish with fish; to graze the herb all leaving
Devour'd each other; nor stood much in awe Of man, but fled him, or, with countenance grim, Glared on him passing. These were from without The growing miseries, which Adam saw
Already in part, though hid in gloomiest shade, To sorrow abandon'd, but worse felt within, And, in a troubled sea of passion tost, Thus to disburden sought with sad complaint: O miserable of happy! is this the end Of this new glorious world, and me so late The glory of that glory, who now become Hide me from the face Accursed of blessed? Of God, whom to behold was then my height Of happiness. Yet well, if here would end The misery; I deserved it, and would bear My own deservings; but this will not serve; All that I eat, or drink, or shall beget, O voice once heard Is propagated curse. Delightfully, Increase and multiply, Now death to hear! for what can I increase Or multiply, but curses on my head?
Who of all ages to succeed, but, feeling The evil on him brought by me, will curse My head? Ill fare our ancestor impure, For this we may thank Adam; but his thanks Shall be the execration; so besides Mine own that bide upon me, all from me Shall with a fierce reflux on me redound, On me, as on their natural centre, light Heavy, though in their place. O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes! Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me, or here place In this delicious garden? As my will Concurr'd not to my being, it were but right And equal to reduce me to my dust, Desirous to resign, and render back All I received, unable to perform
Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold To the loss of that, The good I sought not.
Sufficient penalty, why hast thou added The sense of endless woes? Inexplicable Thy justice seems; yet, to say truth, too late
I thus contest; then should have been refused
Those terms, whatever, when they were proposed.
Thou didst accept them; wilt thou enjoy the good, Then cavil the conditions? and, though God Made thee without thy leave, what if thy son Prove disobedient, and reproved retort,
I sought it not : Wherefore didst thou beget me? Wouldst thou admit for his contempt of thee
That proud excuse? yet him not thy election, But natural necessity begot.
God made thee of choice his own, and of his own To serve him, thy reward was of his grace, Thy punishment then justly is at his will. Be it so, for I submit, his doom is fair, That dust I am, and shall to dust return: O welcome hour whenever! Why delays His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day? Why do I overlive? Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd out To deathless pain? How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible! How glad would lay me down, As in my mother's lap? There I should rest, And sleep secure; his dreadful voice no more Would thunder in my ears; no fear of worse To me and to my offspring would torment me With cruel expectation. Yet one doubt Pursues me still, lest all I cannot die, Lest that pure breath of life, the spirit of man, Which God inspired, cannot together perish With this corporeal clod; then, in the grave, Or in some other dismal place, who knows But I shall die a living death? O thought Horrid, if true! Yet why? It was but breath Of life that sinn'd; what dies but what had life And sin? The body properly hath neither All of me then shall die; let this appease The doubt, since human reach no further knows, For though the Lord of all be infinite,
Is his wrath also? Be it, man is not so,
But mortal doom'd. How can he exercise
Wrath without end on man whom death must end? Can he make deathless death? That were to make Strange contradiction, which to God himself Impossible is held, as argument
Of weakness, not of power. Will he draw out, For anger's sake, finite to infinite
In punish'd man, to satisfy his rigour
Satisfied never? That were to extend
His sentence beyond dust and nature's law, By which all causes else according still
To the reception of their matter act,
Not to the extent of their own sphere. But say That death be not one stroke, as I supposed, Bereaving sense, but endless misery
From this day onward, which I feel begun Both in me, and without me, and so last To perpetuity. Ah, me! that fear
Comes thundering back with dreadful revolution
my defenceless head; both death and I
Are found eternal, and incorporate both; Nor I on my part single, in me all Posterity stands cursed. Fair patrimony That I must leave ye, sons! O were I able To waste it all myself, and leave ye none ! So disinherited, how would ye bless
Me, now your curse! Ah! why should all mankind, For one man's fault, thus guiltless be condemn'd, If guiltless? But from me what can proceed, But all corrupt, both mind and will depraved, Not to do only, but to will the same
With me? How
In sight of God?
Forced I absolve
can they then acquitted stand Him after all disputes
all my evasions vain
And reasonings, though through mazes, lead me still But to my own conviction: first and last
On me, me only, as the source and spring
Of all corruption, all the blame lights due ;
So might the wrath! Fond wish! couldst thou support That burden, heavier than the earth to bear, Than all the world much heavier, though divided With that bad woman? Thus what thou desirest, And what thou fear'st, alike destroys all hope Of refuge, and concludes thee miserable Beyond all past example and future,
To Satan only like both crime and doom. O conscience! into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged! Thus Adam to himself lamented loud
Through the still night, not now, as ere man fell, Wholesome, and cool, and mild, but with black air Accompanied, with damps and dreadful gloom, Which to his evil conscience represented All things with double terror. On the ground Outstretch'd he lay, on the cold ground, and oft Cursed his creation, death as oft accused Of tardy execution, since denounced
The day of his offence. Why comes not death, Said he, with one thrice acceptable stroke To end me? Shall truth fail to keep her word, Justice divine not hasten to be just?
But death comes not at call, justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries. O woods, O fountains, hillocks, dales, and bowers With other echo late I taught your shades To answer, and resound far other song. Whom thus afflicted, when sad Eve beheld, Desolate where she sat, approaching nigh, Soft words to his fierce passion she essay'd; But her with stern regard he thus repell'd:
Out of my sight, thou serpent! That name best
Befits thee with him leagued, thyself as false And hateful; nothing wants, but that thy shape, Like his, and colour serpentine, may show Thy inward fraud, to warn all creatures from thee Henceforth, lest that too heavenly form, pretended To hellish falsehood, snare them. But for thee I had persisted happy, had not thy pride And wandering vanity, when least was safe, Rejected my forewarning, and disdain'd Not to be trusted, longing to be seen, Though by the devil himself, him overweening To over-reach; but, with the serpent meeting, Fool'd and beguiled; by him thou, I by thee, To trust thee from my side, imagined wise, Constant, mature, proof against all assaults And understood not all was but a show Rather than solid virtue, all but a rib Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, More to the part sinister from me drawn ; Well if thrown out, as supernumerary To my just number found. Oh! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate
Mankind? This mischief had not then befallen, And more that shall befall, innumerable Disturbances on earth through female snares, And straight conjunction with this sex: for either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake, Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain
Through her perverseness; but shall see her gain'd By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld By parents, or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame; Which infinite calamity shall cause
To human life, and household peace confound. He added not, and from her turn'd; but Eve, Not so repulsed, with tears that ceased not flowing, And tresses all disorder'd, at his feet
Fell humble, and, embracing them, besought His peace, and thus proceeded in her plaint: Forsake me not thus, Adam; witness, Heaven, What love sincere and reverence in my heart I bear thee, and unweeting have offended, Unhappliy deceived! Thy suppliant I beg, and clasp thy knees; bereave me not Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid,
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