Beyond Petsora Eastward, to the richCathaian Coast. The aggregated SoyleDeath with his Mace petrific, cold and dry,As with a Trident smote, and fix't as firmAs Delos floating once; the rest his lookBound with Gorgonian rigor not to move,And with Asphaltic slime; broad as the Gate,Deep to the Roots of Hell the gather'd beach
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They fasten'd, and the Mole immense wraught onOver the foaming deep high Archt, a BridgeOf length prodigious joyning to the WallImmoveable of this now fenceless worldForfeit to Death; from hence a passage broad,Smooth, easie, inoffensive down to Hell.So, if great things to small may be compar'd,Xerxes the Libertie of Greece to yoke,From Susa his Memnonian Palace highCame to the Sea, and over Hellespont
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Bridging his way, Europe with Asia joyn'd,And scourg'd with many a stroak th' indignant waves.Now had they brought the work by wondrous ArtPontifical, a ridge of pendent RockOver the vext Abyss, following the trackOf Satan, to the selfsame place where heeFirst lighted from his Wing, and landed safeFrom out of Chaos to the outside bareOf this round World: with Pinns of AdamantAnd Chains they made all fast, too fast they made
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And durable; and now in little spaceThe Confines met of Empyrean Heav'nAnd of this World, and on the left hand HellWith long reach interpos'd; three sev'ral wayesIn sight, to each of these three places led.And now thir way to Earth they had descri'd,To Paradise first tending, when beholdSatan in likeness of an Angel brightBetwixt the Centaure and the Scorpion stearingHis Zenith, while the Sun in Aries rose:
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Disguis'd he came, but those his Children dearThir Parent soon discern'd, though in disguise.Hee, after Eve seduc't, unminded slunkInto the Wood fast by, and changing shapeTo observe the sequel, saw his guileful actBy Eve, though all unweeting, secondedUpon her Husband, saw thir shame that soughtVain covertures; but when he saw descendThe Son of God to judge them, terrifi'dHee fled, not hoping to escape, but shun
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The present, fearing guiltie what his wrauthMight suddenly inflict; that past, return'dBy Night, and listning where the hapless PaireSate in thir sad discourse, and various plaint,Thence gatherd his own doom, which understoodNot instant, but of future time. With joyAnd tidings fraught, to Hell he now return'd,And at the brink of Chaos, neer the footOf this new wondrous Pontifice, unhop'tMet who to meet him came, his Ofspring dear.
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Great joy was at thir meeting, and at sightOf that stupendious Bridge his joy encreas'd.Long hee admiring stood, till Sin, his faireInchanting Daughter, thus the silence broke.O Parent, these are thy magnific deeds,Thy Trophies, which thou view'st as not thine own,Thou art thir Author and prime Architect:For I no sooner in my Heart divin'd,My Heart, which by a secret harmonie