Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest Forms
Reduced their Shapes immense, and were
at large,
Though without Number, still amidst the
Hall
Of that Infernal Court. But far within,
And in their own Dimensions like themselves,
The great Seraphick Lords and Cherubim,
In close recess and secret conclave sate,
A thousand Demy-Gods on Golden Seats,
Frequent and full—
The Character of Mammon and the Description of the Pandaemonium, are full of Beauties.
There are several other Strokes in the first Book wonderfully poetical, and Instances of that Sublime Genius so peculiar to the Author. Such is the Description of Azazel’s Stature, and of the Infernal Standard, which he unfurls; as also of that ghastly Light, by which the Fiends appear to one another in their Place of Torments.
The Seat of Desolation, void of Light,
Save what the glimmring of those livid
Flames
Casts pale and dreadful—
The Shout of the whole Host of fallen Angels when drawn up in Battel Array:
—The universal Host up sent
A Shout that tore Hells Concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
The Review, which the Leader makes of his Infernal Army:
—He thro the armed files
Darts his experienc’d eye, and soon
traverse
The whole Battalion mews, their Order
due,
Their Visages and Stature as of Gods.
Their Number last he sums; and now his
Heart
Distends with Pride, and hardning in his
strength
Glories—
The Flash of Light which appear’d upon the drawing of their Swords:
He spake: and to confirm his words
outflew
Millions of flaming Swords, drawn from
the thighs
Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden Blaze
Far round illumin’d Hell—
The sudden Production of the Pandaemonium;
Anon out of the Earth a Fabrick huge
Rose like an Exhalation, with the Sound
Of dulcet Symphonies and Voices sweet.
The Artificial Illuminations made in it:
—From the arched Roof
Pendent by subtle Magick, many a Row
Of Starry Lamps and blazing Crescets,
fed
With Naphtha and Asphaltus, yielded Light
As from a Sky—