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    If ious aim

    Against throne and Monarchy of God

    Raisd impious ar in tel proud

    ittempt. y Power

    hereal Skie [ 45 ]

    ition down

    to bottomless perdition, to dwell

    In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,

    defie tent to Arms.

    Nine times t measures Day and Night [ 50 ]

    to mortal men, h his horrid crew

    Lay vanquishe fiery Gulfe

    Confounded tal: But his doom

    Reservd o more

    Bot ing pain [ 55 ]

    torments hrows his baleful eyes

    t nessd ion and dismay

    Mixt e pride and stedfast e:

    At once as far as Angels kenn he views

    tuation e and wilde, [ 60 ]

    A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round

    As one great Furnace flamd, yet from those flames

    No lig rather darkness visible

    Servd onely to discover sights of woe,

    Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace [ 65 ]

    And rest can never dwell, hope never comes

    t comes to all; but torture  end

    Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed

    ith ever-burning Sulphur unconsumd:

    Sucernal Justice had prepard [ 70 ]

    For thir Prison ordaind

    In utter darkness, and tion set

    As far removd from God and light of heavn

    As from ter to tmost Pole.

    O hey fell! [ 75 ]

    the companions of his fall, orewhelmd

    itempestuous fire,

    ring by his side

    One next  in crime,