MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh, raise us up, return to us again;
nd give us manners, virtue, freedom, power! Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
PARADISE LOST.
JOHN MILTON, after Shakespeare the greatest of English writers, was born in London, England, Dec. 9, 1608, and died in the same city, Nov. 8, 1674 Educated at St. Paul's School, London, and Christ's College, Cambridge, he became a man of the highest cultivation. His attainments were increased by foreign trave), from which he returned in 1639, nobly determining to throw the weight of his influence on the side of liberty and right in the time of his country's peril. He had written his "Ode on the Morning of Christ's Nativity" (see page 256), and other poetry of a high order, before his foreign trip, and had in mind a plan for a lofty epic; but giving up all the poetic aspirations that dominated him, he became a writer of energetic and most eloquent prose, and as the Latin Secretary of Cromwell, wielded a powerful influence in Continental affairs in favor of Protestantism and religious and civil liberty. Upon the restoration of the Stuarts he went into retirement, and devoted himself to poetry. At this period he produced "Paradise Lost," the greatest English epic, and " Paradise Regained." Milton's "Areopagitica" is his best prose work. Lord Macaulay spoke of it as "that sublime treatise, which every statesman should wear as a sign upon his hand and as frontlets between his eyes." It is a splendid argument in favor not only of the freedom of the press, but of intellectual liberty itself
THE SUBJECT OF THE POEM PROPOSED. OF man's first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed,
In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of Chaos; or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread
Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Say first, for heaven hides nothing from thy view,
Nor the deep tract of hell; say first, what
cause
Moved our grand parents in that happy state, Favored of heaven so highly, to fall off From their Creator, and transgress his will For one restraint, lords of the world besides? Who first seduced them to that foul revolt? The infernal serpent; he it was, whose guile, Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from heaven, with all his host
Of rebel angels, by whose aid aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers, He trusted to have equalled the Most High, If he opposed; and with ambitious aim Against the throne and monarchy of God Raised impious war in heaven and battel proud,
With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms, Nine times the space that measures day and night
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf, Confounded though immortal: but his doom
Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him; round he throws his baleful
That witnessed huge affliction and dismay, Mixed with obdurate pride and stedfast hate. At once, as far as angels ken, he views The dismal situation waste and wild; A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed. Such place eternal justice had prepared
WHAT though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be overcome; That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me: to bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify his power, Who from the terror of this arm so late Doubted his empire, that were low indeed, That were an ignominy and shame beneath This downfall; since by fate the strength of gods
And this empyreal substance cannot fail; Since through experience of this great event In arms not worse, in foresight much ad- vanced,
We may with more successful hope resolve To wage by force or guile eternal war, Irreconcilable to our grand foe,
Who now triumphs, and in the excess of joy
Sole reigning, holds the tyranny of heaven.
So spake the apostate angel, though in pain, Vaunting aloud, but racked with deep despair.
Book i., lines 105 to 125.
Fallen cherub, to be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering: but of this be sure, To do ought good never will be our task, But ever to do ill our sole delight;
As being the contrary to his high will, Whom we resist. If then his providence Out of our evil seek to bring forth good, Our labor must be to pervert that end, And out of good still to find means of evil; Which ofttimes may succeed, so as perhaps Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb. His inmost counsels from their destined aim.
But see! the angry victor hath recalled His ministers of vengeance and pursuit Back to the gates of heaven: the sulphurous hail,
Shot after us in storm, o'erblown hath laid The fiery surge, that from the precipice Of heaven received us falling, and the thunder, Winged with red lightning and impetuous. rage,
Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases
To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.
Let us not slip the occasion, whether scorn Or satiate fury yield it from our foe. Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild, The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames
Casts pale and dreadful? thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves; There rest, if any rest can harbor there, And, reassembling our afflicted powers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our enemy; our own loss how repair; How overcome this dire calamity; What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair.
Booki, lines 157 to 191. Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool His mighty stature; on each hand the flames Driven backward slope their pointing spires,
In billows leave i' th' midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steers his flight
Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air,
That felt unusual weight, till on dry land He lights, as it were land that ever burned With solid, as the lake with liquid, fire; And such appeared in hue, as when the force
Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus, or the shattered side Of thundering Etna, whose combustible And fuelled entrails thence conceiving fire, Sublimed with mineral fury, aid the winds, And leave a singed bottom, all involved
With stench and smoke: such resting found the sole
Of unblessed feet. Him followed his next mate,
Both glorying to have scaped the Stygian flood, As gods, and by their own recovered strength, Not by the sufferance of supernal power.
Is this the region, this the soil, the clime, Said then the lost archangel, this the seat That we must change for heaven, this mourn-
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he, Who now is Sovereign, can dispose and bid What shall be right: farthest from him is best,
Dishevelled, but in wanton ringlets waved As the vine curls her tendrils, which im- plied
Subjection, but required with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best received, Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
Nor those mysterious parts were then con- cealed;
Then was not guilty shame; dishonest shame Of Nature's works, honor dishonorable, Sin-bred, how have ye troubled all mankind With shows instead, mere shows of seeming pure,
And banished from man's life his happiest life,
Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made Simplicity and spotless innocence!
Above his equals. Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: hail horrors; hail Infernal world; and thou profoundest hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition; though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. Book i., lines 221 to 264
SATAN'S FIRST VIEW OF ADAM AND EVE IN PARADISE.
Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honor clad In naked majesty, seemed lords of all, And worthy seemed: for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom placed, Whence true authority in men: though both Not equal, as their sex not equal, seemed; For contemplation he and valor formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him. His fair large front and eye sublime declared Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders
She as a veil down to the slender waist
Her unadorned golden tresses wore
So passed they naked on, nor shunned the
Of God or angel, for they thought no ill: So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest
That ever since in love's embraces met, Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Book iv., lines 288 to 324.
Insinuating wove with Gordian twine His braided train, and of his fatal guile Gave proof unheeded; others on the grass Couched, and now filled with pasture gazing sat,
Or bedward ruminating: for the sun Declined was hasting now with prone career To the ocean isles, and in the ascending scale Of heaven the stars that usher evening rose : When Satan still in gaze, as first he stood, Scarce thus at length failed speech recovered sad.
O hell! what do mine eyes with grief be- hold,
Into our room of bliss thus high advanced Creatures of other mould, earth-born perhaps, Not spirits, yet to heavenly spirits bright Little inferior; whom my thoughts pursue With wonder, and could love, so lively shines In them divine resemblance, and such grace The hand that formed them on their shape hath poured!
Ah gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these de- lights
Will vanish and deliver ye to woe,
More woe, the more your taste is now of joy: Happy, but for so happy ill secured Long to continue; and this high seat your heaven
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