John Milton

Paradise Lost

    Young GHhas quoted7 years ago
    The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n
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    The mind is its own place, and in itself
    Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
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    Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.
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    Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
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    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.
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    Still overcoming evil, and by small
    Accomplishing great things, by things deemd weak
    Subverting worldly strong, and worldly wise
    By simply meek; that suffering for Truths sake
    Is fortitude to highest victorie,
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    ught divine or holy else enjoyed
    In vision beatific. By him first
    Men also, and by his suggestion taught,
    Ransacked the centre, and with impious hands
    Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth
    For treasures better hid. Soon had his crew
    Opened into the hill a spacious wound,
    And digged out ribs of gold. Let none admire
    That riches grow in Hell; that soil may best
    Deserve the precious bane. And here let those
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    t higher than their tops
    The verdurous wall of Paradise upsprung;
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    heir glory withered
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    Of Heaven, and from eternal splendours flung
    For his revolt—yet faithful how the
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    illions of Spirits for his fault amerced
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    uel his eye, but cast
    Signs of remorse and passion, to behold
    The fellows of his crime, the followers rather
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    He, above the rest
    In shape and gesture proudly eminent,
    Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost
    All her original brightness, nor appeared
    Less than Archangel ruined, and th' excess
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    p-called a pitchy cloud
    Of locusts, warping on the eastern wind,
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    et to their General's voice they soon obeyed
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    ts! Or have ye chosen this place
    After the toil of battle to repose
    Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find
    To slumber here, as in the vales of Heaven?
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    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 th' Aonian mount, while it pursues
    Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
    And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer
    Before all temples th' 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,
    Favoured 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?
    Th' 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 battle proud,
    With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
    Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky,
    With hideous ruin and combustion, down
    To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
    In adamantine chains and penal fire,
    Who durst defy th' 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 eyes,
    That witnessed huge affliction and dismay,
    Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast 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 has prepared
    For those rebellious; here their prison ordained
    In utter darkness, and their portion set,
    As far removed from God and light of Heaven
    As from the centre thrice to th' utmost pole.
    Oh how unlike the place from whence they fell!
    There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelmed
    With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
    He soon discerns; and, weltering by his side,
    One next himself in power, and next in crime,
    Long after known in Palestine, and named
    Beelzebub. To whom th' Arch-Enemy,
    And thence in Heaven called Satan, with bold words
    Breaking the horrid silence, thus began:—
    "If thou beest he—but O how fallen! how changed
    From him who, in the happy realms of light
    Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine
    Myriads, though bright!—if he whom mutual league,
    United thoughts and counsels, equal hope
    And hazard in the glorious enterprise
    Joined with me once, now misery hath joined
    In equal ruin; into what pit thou seest
    From what height fallen: so much the stronger proved
    He with his thunder; and till then who knew
    The force of those dire arms? Yet not for those,
    Nor what the potent Victor in his rage
    Can else inflict, do I repent, or change,
    Though changed in outward lustre, that fixed mind,
    And high disdain from sense of injured merit,
    That with the Mightiest raised me to contend,
    And to the fierce contentions brought along
    Innumerable force of Spirits armed,
    That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring,
    His utmost power with adverse power opposed
    In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven,
    And shook his throne. 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 sybstance, cannot fail;
    Since, through experience of this great event,
    In arms not worse, in foresight much advanced,
    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 th' excess of joy
    Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heaven."
    So spake th' apostate Angel, though in pain,
    Vaunting aloud, but racked with deep despair;
    And him thus answered soon his bold compeer:—
    "O Prince, O Chief of many throned Powers
    That led th' embattled Seraphim to war
    Under thy conduct, and, in dreadful deeds
    Fearless, endangered Heaven's perpetual King,
    And put to proof his high supremacy,
    Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate,
    Too well I see and rue the dire event
    That, with sad overthrow and foul defeat,
    Hath lost us Heaven, and all this mighty host
    In horrible destruction laid thus low,
    As far as Gods and heavenly Essences
    Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains
    Invincible, and vigour soon returns,
    Though all our glory extinct, and happy state
    Here swallowed up in endless misery.
    But what if he our Conqueror (whom I now
    Of force believe almighty, since no less
    Than such could have o'erpowered such force as ours)
    Have left us this our spirit and strength entire,
    Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
    That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
    Or do him mightier service as his thralls
    By right of war, whate'er his business be,
    Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire,
    Or do his errands in the gloomy Deep?
    What can it the avail though yet we feel
    Strength undiminished, or eternal being
    To undergo eternal punishment?"
    Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-Fiend replied:—
    "Fallen Cherub, to be weak is miserable,
    Doing or suffering: but of this be sure—
    To do aught 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 labour 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 now
    To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep.
    Let us not slip th' 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 harbour there;
    And, re-assembling 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."
    Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate,
    With head uplift above the wave, and eyes
    That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides
    Prone on the flood, extended long and large,
    Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge
    As whom the fables name of monstrous size,
    Titanian or Earth-born, that warred on Jove,
    Briareos or Typhon, whom the den
    By ancient Tarsus held, or that sea-beast
    Leviathan, which God of all his works
    Created hugest that swim th' ocean-stream.
    Him, haply slumbering on the Norway foam,
    The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff,
    Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell,
    With fixed anchor in his scaly rind,
    Moors by his side under the lee, while night
    Invests the sea, and wished morn delays.
    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, shewn
    On Man by him seduced, but on himself
    Treble confusion, wrath, and vengeance poured.
    Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
    His mighty stature; on each hand the flames
    Driven backward slope their pointing spires, and,rolled
    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—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 transprots 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 unblest 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 mournful gloom
    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
    Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme
    Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields,
    Where joy for ever 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
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    itanian or Earth-born, that warred on Jove,
    Briareos or Typhon, whom the den
    By ancient Tarsus held, or that sea-beast
    Leviathan, which God of all his works
    Created hugest that swim th' ocean-stream.
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    ay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge
    As whom the fables name of monstrous size,
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    bow and sue for grace
    With suppliant knee, and deify his power
    Who, from the terror of this arm, so late
    Doubted his empire
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