Read The Annotated Milton: Complete English Poems Online
Authors: John Milton,Burton Raffel
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Literary Collections, #Poetry, #Classics, #English; Irish; Scottish; Welsh, #English poetry
83 | | With narrow |
84 | | Considered every creature, which of all |
85 | | Most opportune might serve his wiles, and found |
86 | | The serpent, subtlest beast of all the field. |
87 | | Him after long debate, irresolute |
88 | | Of thoughts revolved, his final sentence |
89 | | Fit vessel, fittest imp |
90 | | To enter, and his dark suggestions hide |
91 | | From sharpest sight, for in the wily snake, |
92 | | |
93 | | As from his wit and native subtlety |
94 | | Proceeding, which in other beasts observed |
95 | | Doubt might beget |
96 | | Active within, beyond the sense |
97 | | Thus he resolved, but first from inward grief |
98 | | His bursting passion into plaints |
99 | | |
100 | | More justly, seat worthier of gods, as built |
101 | | With second thoughts, reforming |
102 | | For what god, after better, worse would build? |
103 | | Terrestrial Heav’n, danced round by other Heav’ns |
104 | | That shine, yet bear their bright officious |
105 | | Light above light, for thee |
106 | | In thee concent’ring all their precious beams |
107 | | Of sacred influence! As God in Heav’n |
108 | | Is center, yet extends to all, so thou, |
109 | | Cent’ring, receiv’st from all those orbs. In thee, |
110 | | Not in themselves, all their known virtue |
111 | | Productive in herb, plant, and nobler birth |
112 | | Of creatures animate with gradual |
113 | | Of growth, sense, reason, all summed up in man. |
114 | | With what delight could I have walked thee round |
115 | | ( If I could joy in aught), sweet interchange |
116 | | Of hill, and valley, rivers, woods, and plains, |
117 | | Now land, now sea and shores with forest crowned, |
118 | | Rocks, dens, and caves! But I in none of these |
119 | | Find place or refuge, and the more I see |
120 | | Pleasures about me, so much more I feel |
121 | | Torment within me, as from the hateful siege |
122 | | Of contraries. |
123 | | Bane |
124 | | |
125 | | To dwell, unless by mast’ring Heav’n’s Supreme, |
126 | | Nor hope to be myself less miserable |
127 | | By what I seek, but others to make such |
128 | | As I, though thereby worse to me redound. |
129 | | For only in destroying I find ease |
130 | | To my relentless thoughts and, him |
131 | | Or won to what may work his utter loss, |
132 | | For whom all this was made, all this will soon |
133 | | Follow, as to him linked in weal |
134 | | In woe then. That destruction wide may range: |
135 | | To me shall be the glory sole among |
136 | | Th’ infernal Powers, in one day to have marred |
137 | | What He, Almighty styled, six nights and days |
138 | | Continued making—and who knows how long |
139 | | Before had been contriving? Though perhaps |
140 | | Not longer than since I, in one night, freed |
141 | | From servitude inglorious well nigh half |
142 | | Th’Angelic name, and thinner left the throng |
143 | | Of His adorers. He, to be avenged, |
144 | | And to repair His numbers thus impaired, |
145 | | Whether such virtue spent of old now failed |
146 | | More Angels to create (if they at least |
147 | | Are His created) or, to spite us more, |
148 | | Determined to advance into our room |
149 | | A creature formed of earth, and him endow, |
150 | | Exalted from so base original, |
151 | | With Heav’nly spoils—our spoils. What He decreed, |
152 | | He effected. Man He made, and for him built |
153 | | Magnificent this world, and earth his seat, |
154 | | Him lord pronounced and, O indignity! |
155 | | Subjected to his service angel-wings, |
156 | | And flaming ministers |
157 | | Their earthly charge. Of these the vigilance |
158 | | I dread and, to elude, thus wrapped in mist |
159 | | |
160 | | |
161 | | The serpent sleeping, in whose mazy folds |
162 | | To hide me, and the dark intent I bring. |
163 | | |
164 | | With gods to sit the highest, am now constrained |
165 | | Into a beast and, mixed with bestial slime, |
166 | | |
167 | | That |
168 | | But what will not ambition and revenge |
169 | | |
170 | | As high he soared, obnoxious, |
171 | | To basest things. Revenge, at first though sweet, |
172 | | Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils. |