Now conscience wakes despair
That slumbered, wakes the bitter memorie
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
Satan has found out where Paradise is and is winging his way to our destruction as Book IV opens. Is he a happy traveler in bringing us our doom and his vengeance upon the creator? No, Milton won’t have that at all.
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Glad was the Spirit impure as now in hope
To find who might direct his wandering flight
To Paradise the happie seat of Man,
His journies end and our beginning woe.
Satan has made it through chaos and night, glimpsed the gate of heaven and taken a walk on the sun, but he’s still lost. Mankind, even when he was in Paradise, is the tiniest speck in the vast unknown of the created and chaos.
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All who have thir reward on Earth, the fruits
Of painful Superstition and blind Zeal,
Naught seeking but the praise of men, here find
Fit retribution, emptie as thir deeds
When Milton decides to let loose upon those who would try to make paradise on this lowly, fallen planet he pulls no punches.
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He with his whole posteritie must dye,
Dye hee or Justice must
There are two different dispensations with a third hovering above, between, and through Book III of Paradise Lost.
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I made him just right,
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
Free will. Now, here’s one tough cookie if you’re going to be putting words into God’s mouth. The problem is easy to see and every school child eventually poses the conundrum to their parents…
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but thou
Revisit’st not these eyes, that rowle in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn
Milton’s blindness is a tragic motif that runs throughout his poetry. There are moments when Paradise Lost steps away from its epic theme and addresses this personal loss.
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For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce
Strive here for Maistrie, and to Battel bring
Thir embryon Atoms
We have arrived at one of the most horrific parts of Paradise Lost: Satan’s journey though the abyss and his meeting with Sin and Death.
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As if (which might induce us to accord)
Man had not hellish foes anow besides,
That day and night for his destruction waite.
Well, that’s just not fair! After describing the fiery lake and the tortures the fallen angels are enduring, Milton turns and tells us that people should be more like these creatures.
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The bold design
Pleas’d highly those infernal States, and joy
Sparkl’d in all thir eyes; with full assent
They vote
I’m always amazed at how close to a democracy Hell looks during the debate about whether to go to war or stay at home and mope.
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we must exasperate
Th’ Almighty Vicor to spend all his rage,
And that must end us, that must be our cure,
To be no more
Belial has one heck of a plan, born of the deepest defeat and despair. He counsels the recently assembled demons to war against God and the heavens until the almighty is so enraged that He annihilates the very being of the immortal but fallen creatures. What actually is this absolute nothingness Belial is hoping for?
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