XXVI. Silence crept stilly through the ranks.-The breezé Spake most distinctly. As the sailor stands, When all the midnight gasping from the seas Break boding sobs, and to his sight expands High on the shrouds the spirit that commands The ocean-farer's life; so stiff-so sear Stood each dark power;-while through their numerous bands Beat not one heart, and mingling hope and fear Now told them all was lost, now bade revenge appear. XXVII. One there was there, whose loud defying tongue His passion mock'd, and long he strove to tell Half eyes, * XXVIII. "This comes," at length burst from the furious chief, "This comes of distant counsels! Here behold "The fruits of wily cunning! the relief "Which coward policy would fain unfold, "To soothe the powers that warr'd with Heaven of old! "O wise! O potent! O sagacious snare! "And lo! our prince—the mighty and the bold, "There stands he, spell struck, gaping at the air, "While Heaven subverts his reign, and plants her standard there." XXIX. Here, as recover'd, Satan fix'd his eye His soul to rage. Behold, behold, he cried, The lord of Hell, who bade these legions spurn Almighty rule-behold he lays aside The spear of just revenge, and shrinks, by man defied. XXX. Thus ended Moloch, and his [burning] tongue The famish'd tiger pants, when near his seat, Had from its scabbard sprung; but toward the seat Of the arch-fiend all turn'd with one accord, As loud he thus harangued the sanguinary horde. Ye powers of Hell, I am no coward. I proved this of old; who led your forces against the armies of Jehovah? Who copied with Ithuriel, and the thunders of the Almighty? Who, when stunned and confused ye lay on the burning lake, who first awoke, and collected your scattered powers? Lastly, who led you across the unfathomable abyss to this delightful world, and established that reign here which now totters to its base. How, therefore, dares you treacherous fiend to cast a stain on Satan's bravery? he who preys only on the defencelesswho sucks the blood of infants, and delights only in acts of ignoble cruelty and unequal contention. Away with the boaster who never joins in action, but, like a cormorant, hovers over the field, to feed upon the wounded, and overwhelm the dying. True bravery is as remote from rashness as from hesitation; let us counsel coolly, but let us execute our counselled purposes determinately. In power we have learnt, by that experiment which lost us Heaven, that we are inferior to the Thunder-bearer; In subtlety-in subtlety alone we are his equals. Open war is impossible. Thus we shall pierce our Conqueror, through the race Away with coward wiles!-Death's coal-black pall Him answering rose Mecashpim, who of old, Where stood his temple, and where fragrant cloves He wav'd his robe of flame, he cross'd his breast, |