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Then thou before was something less than man.
That pride defames humanity, and calls
High worth is elevated place: 'Tis mère;
Though no exchěquer it commands, 'tis wealth; 10 And though it wears no ríbband, 'tis renown;
Renown, that would not quit thee, though disgràcid,
Nature proclaims it most absurd in man, 15 By pointing at his origin, and end;
Milk, and a swathe, at first his whole demand;
When disengag'd from earth, with greater ease
It turns a cùrse; it is our chàin, and scourge, 25 In this dark dungeon, where confin'd we lie,
Close grated by the sordid bars of sense;
In spite of all the truths the muse has sung, 30 Ne'er to be priz'd enough! enough revolv'd!
Are there who wrap the world so close about them,
Till, stumbling at a straw, in their career, 35 Headlong they plunge, where end both dance and song. Are there on earth, -(let me not call them men,)
a soul immortal in their breasts; Unconscious as the mountain of its ore;
Or rock, of its inestimable gem? 40 When rocks shall melt, and mountains vanish, these
Shall know their treasure; treasure, then, no more.
Are there, (still more amazing!) who resist
The glorious truth? Who struggle to be brútes ? 5 Who through this bosom-barrier burst their way,
And, with revers'd ambition, strive to sink?
To dismal hopes, and shelter in the shock
Who fight the proofs of immortality?
To blot from man this attribute divine,
That fought in Heav'n, now fiercer by despair: 20 His trust was with th’ Eternal to be deem'd
Equal in strength, and rather than be less,
He reck'd not, and these words thereafter spake 25 My sentence is for open wàr; of wiles,
More unexpert, I boast not; them let those
Millions that stand in arms, and, longing wait 30 The signal to ascend, sit ling’ring here
Heav'n's fugitives, and for their dwelling place
By our delay? Nò, let us rather choose,
O’er heav'n's high tow’rs to force resistless way,
of his almighty engine, he shall hear 40 Infernal thunder, and for lightning, see
Black fire and horror, shot with equal rage
His own invented torments. (.) But perhaps 5 The way seems difficult and steep, to scale
With upright wing against a higher fóe.
That in our proper motion we ascend 10 Up to our native seat: descent and fall
To us is adverse. Who but felt of late,
With what compulsion and laborious flight
Th’ event is fear’d; should we again provoke
Fear to be worse destroy'd. What can be worse 20 Than to dwell hère, driv’n out from bliss condemn'd
In this abhorred deep to utter woe:
The vassals of his anger, when the scourge 25 Inexorable, and the torturing hour,
Calls us to penance? More destroy'd than thus,
His utmost ire? which, to the height enrag'd, 30 Will either quite consume us, and reduce
To nothing this essential, (happier far,
And cannot cease to be, we are at worst 35 On this side nothing; and by proof we feel
Our pow'r sufficient to disturb his Heaven,
Though inaccessible, his fatal throne; 40 Which if not victory, is yēt revēnge.
As not behind in hate, if what was urg'd,
Ominous conjecture on the whole success, 5 When he, who most excels in fact of arms,
In what he counsels, and in what excels,
Of all his aim, after some dire revenge. 10 First whàt revenge? The tow'rs of Heav'n are fillid
With armed watch, that render all access
Scout far and wide into the realm of night,
By force, and at our heels all hell should rise,
All incorruptible, would on his throne 20 Sit unpolluted, and th’ ethereal mould,
Incapable of stain, would soon expel
Is flat despair: we must exasperate
And that must end us, that must be our cure,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity, 30 To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Can give it, or will ever? how he càn 35 Is doubtful; that he never will is sure. Milton.
-Aside the Devil turn'd For
envy, yet with jealous leer malign Ey'd them askance, and to himself thus plain’d.
"Sight hateful, sight tormenting! thus these two 40 Imparadis'd in one another's arms, The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill
Of bliss on bliss; while I to Hell am thrust, Where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire, (Amongst our other torments not the least,)
Still unfulfilled, with pain of longing pines. 5 Yet let me not forget what I have gain’d
From their own mouths: all is not theirs it seems;
Forbidden them to tàste. Knowledge forbidden? 10 Suspicious, rèasonless! Why should their Lord
Envy them thàt? Can it be sín to know?
The proof of their obedience and their faith? 15 O fair foundation laid whereon to build
Their ruin! Hence I will excite their minds
To keep them low, whom knowledge might exàlt 20 Equal with Gods: aspiring to be such,
They taste and die; what likelier can ensue?
A chance, but chance, may lead where I may meet 25 Some wand'ring spi'rit of Heav'n, by fountain side,
Or in thick shade retir'd, from him to draw
Short pleasures for LONG WOES .. are to succeed." 30 () So saying, his proud step he scornful turn'd,
But with sly circumspection, and began,
Page 27. bottom. Difference between the common and the
intensive inflection. I place this here, rather than under Inflections, because, intensive slide so often stands connected with emphasis. The difficulty to be avoided may be seen sufficiently in an example or two. There is a general tendency to make the slide of the voice as great in degree, when there is little stress, as when there is much; whereas, in the former case,
the slide should be gentle, and sometimes hardly perceptible.