Post by i cried on Feb 1, 2007 12:19:37 GMT -5
So stretched out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay chained on the burning Lake, nor ever thence had risen or heaved his head, but that the will and high permission of all ruling Heaven left him at large to his own dark designs, that with reiterated crimes he might heap on himself damnation, while he sought evil to others, and enraged might see how all his malice served but to bring forth infinite goodness, grace and mercy shown on Man by him seduced, but on himself treble confusion, wrath and vengeance poured.
Forthright upright he rears from off the Pool his mighty Stature; on each hand the flames driven backwards slope their pointing spires, and rowled in billows, leave in the midst a horrid Vale.
Then with expanded wings he steers his flight aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air that felt unusal weight, till on dry Land he lights, if 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 Aetna, whose combustible and fewel'd 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 escaped the Stygian flood as Gods, and by their own recovered strength, not by the sufferance of supernal Power.
"Is this the Reigon, this the Soil, the Clime," said then the lost Arch Angel, "this the seat that we must change for Heaven, thus mournful gloom for that celestial light?
Be it so, since he who now is Sovran can dispose and bid what shall be right: farthest from him is best whom reason hath equaled, force hath made supreme above his equals.
Farewell happy Fields where Joy forever dwells: Hail horros, hail infernal word, 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 it self 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 Thinder 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 reing is worth ambitiob though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than sevre in Heaven."
this was in a book i read hope it made some sort of impression
Forthright upright he rears from off the Pool his mighty Stature; on each hand the flames driven backwards slope their pointing spires, and rowled in billows, leave in the midst a horrid Vale.
Then with expanded wings he steers his flight aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air that felt unusal weight, till on dry Land he lights, if 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 Aetna, whose combustible and fewel'd 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 escaped the Stygian flood as Gods, and by their own recovered strength, not by the sufferance of supernal Power.
"Is this the Reigon, this the Soil, the Clime," said then the lost Arch Angel, "this the seat that we must change for Heaven, thus mournful gloom for that celestial light?
Be it so, since he who now is Sovran can dispose and bid what shall be right: farthest from him is best whom reason hath equaled, force hath made supreme above his equals.
Farewell happy Fields where Joy forever dwells: Hail horros, hail infernal word, 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 it self 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 Thinder 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 reing is worth ambitiob though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than sevre in Heaven."
this was in a book i read hope it made some sort of impression
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