The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 29: what you’re looking at

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12 ADAMUS EXUL. No doubt, most genially, with his fair bride, Rejoicing in safe wedlock : his whole soul Is glorified within him, and he boasts To fill my vacant throne, and be a god, Or, like a god, among the immortals. I Will work on his self-flattery. Not for this Do I renounce my vengeance, till I wreak My wrongs and griefs on him, whom to destroy Shall vex the court of heaven. All peace forsworn The unconquerable soul within me vows Eternal war unsparing and unspared ; My violent heart o’ercharged with direst curse, Burns to inflict the infliction. I will bring His proud soul under, or be double damned. Doth he not mock me, laugh to bitter scorn My prowess and assaulting, while, with brow Of worship and calm reverence, he pursues The steep ascent to heaven. Satan, beware! Beware in time; be watchful, else this butt Of thy supreme chicanery shall assume The post among the immortals, which he holds With such propriety of lordly grace Amid the earth-sprung legions. Then, indeed, Unhappy Lucifer, thou might’st indulge The crimson blush of impotent shame, to find Thy vacant thrones and palaces on high Filled by these dust-born insolents. Awake! Arise! proud fiend ; bestir thy battailous strength— O arm of power, unmatched of all but one— And crush the pitiful fools, who thus attempt To ape, to insult their noblers; who, like dwarfs, Would ride on prostrate giants, famed of old. Hell! I invoke thee! Ye Tartarean powers Lend me your blasting influence. And ye, too, Chaos and Night, your emulous arms array ; Thrones, dominations, all from heaven accursed, Therefore with me confederate and conjoined, And hurl one mingled ruin on the foe. Let Pride, o’erwhelming and invincible Pride, Marshal our ranks; and infidel Blasphemy, And Error’s pitchy shade; Ambition, Strife, The insatiable avarice of new gains ; the lust Of riotous appetites, the faith of lies And levity, credulous of things unknown, These be our ministry, our harbingers Of Victory. Pests and plagues, ye snaky train, Ye clinging curses, ye soul-blistering stings, Burst your infernal gaol; come one, come all, In your black pomp of horrors, and invade This Paradise of Earth. With venomous frauds Stir the clear soul of man; with goading thoughts COL @ DOO <S (c@