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Paradise Lost


                                  Not to have disobeyed; in fight they stood
                                  Unwearied, unobnoxious to be pained
                                  By wound, though from their place by violence moved,
                                  Now Night her course began, and, over Heaven
                                  Inducing darkness, grateful truce imposed,
                                  And silence on the odious din of war:
                                  Under her cloudy covert both retired,
                                  Victor and vanquished: On the foughten field
                                  Michael and his Angels prevalent
                                  Encamping, placed in guard their watches round,
                                  Cherubick waving fires: On the other part,
                                  Satan with his rebellious disappeared,
                                  Far in the dark dislodged; and, void of rest,
                                  His potentates to council called by night;
                                  And in the midst thus undismayed began.
                                  O now in danger tried, now known in arms
                                  Not to be overpowered, Companions dear,
                                  Found worthy not of liberty alone,
                                  Too mean pretence! but what we more affect,
                                  Honour, dominion, glory, and renown;
                                  Who have sustained one day in doubtful fight,
                                  (And if one day, why not eternal days?)
                                  What Heaven’s Lord had powerfullest to send
                                  Against us from about his throne, and judged
                                  Sufficient to subdue us to his will,
                                  But proves not so: Then fallible, it seems,
                                  Of future we may deem him, though till now
                                  Omniscient thought. True is, less firmly armed,
                                  Some disadvantage we endured and pain,


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