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Let us not slip 1479 th’ occasion, whether scorn
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Or satiate 1480 fury yield it from our foe
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“Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild
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The seat of desolation, void of light
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Save what the glimmering of these livid 1481 flames
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Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend 1482
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From off the tossing of these fiery waves
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There rest, if any rest can harbor 1483 there
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And, re-assembling our afflicted 1484 Powers
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Consult how we may henceforth most offend 1485
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Our enemy, our own loss how repair
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How overcome this dire calamity
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What reinforcement we may gain from hope
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If not, what resolution from despair
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Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, 1486
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With head uplift above the wave, and eyes
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That sparkling blazed, his other parts besides
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Prone on the flood, 1487 extended long and large
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Lay floating many a rood, 1488 in bulk as huge
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As whom the fables name of monstrous size
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Titanian 1489 or earth-born, 1490 that warred on Jove
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Briareos or Typhon, whom the den
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By ancient Tarsus 1491 held, 1492 or that sea-beast
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Leviathan, 1493 which God of all His works
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Created hugest that swim th’ ocean-stream
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Him, haply 1494 slumbering on the Norway foam, 1495
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The pilot of some small night-foundered 1496 skiff
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Deeming 1497 some island, oft, as seamen tell
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With fixed anchor in his scaly rind, 1498
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Moors by his side under the lee, 1499 while night
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Invests 1500 the sea, and wishèd morn delays
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So stretched out huge in length the arch-fiend lay
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Chained on the burning lake, nor ever thence
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Had risen or heaved 1501 his head, but that the will
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And high permission of all-ruling Heav’n
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Left him at large to his own dark designs
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That with reiterated crimes he might
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Heap on himself damnation, while he sought
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Evil to others, and enraged might see
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How all his malice served but to bring forth
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Infinite goodness, grace, and mercy, shown
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On man by him seduced, but on himself
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Treble confusion, 1502 wrath, and vengeance poured
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Forthwith 1503 upright he rears from off the pool
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His mighty stature. On each hand the flames
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Driv’n backward slope their pointing spires and, rolled
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In billows, leave in th’ midst a horrid vale
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Then with expanded 1504 wings he steers his flight
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Aloft, incumbent 1505 on the dusky air
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That felt unusual weight, till on dry land
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He lights 1506 —if it were land that ever burned
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With solid, as the lake with liquid fire
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And such 1507 appeared in hue 1508 as when the force
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Of subterranean wind transports a hill
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Torn from Pelorus, 1509 or the shattered side
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Of thundering Etna, whose combustible
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And fuellèd entrails thence conceiving fire
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Sublimed 1510 with mineral fury, aid the winds
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And leave a singèd bottom 1511 all involved 1512
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With stench and smoke. Such resting found the sole
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Of unblest feet. Him followed his next mate
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Both glorying to have scaped the Stygian 1513 flood 1514
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As 1515 gods, and by their own recovered strength
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Not by