'Paradise lost ; Satan' By John Milton - Poetry Saturday Ep.7
Channel: Uahuu's Corner
Date: 2021-10-01

This week we are rewinding the clock all the way back to 1663 and reading an excerpt from John Milton's famous epic poem 'Paradise lost'. Now I've personally never interacted with this body of work, but I can say for a fact that I am now intrigued. What do you think? Is Satan the protagonist of this story? Let me know


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Paradise lost ~Transcribed~

         Him the Almighty Power
Hurled headlong flaming from th’ ethereal sky
With hideous ruin and combustion down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In adamantine chains and penal fire,
Who durst defy th’ Omnipotent to arms.
Nine times the space that measures day and night
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf
Confounded though immortal. But his doom
Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain
Torments him ; round he throws his baleful eyes,
That witnessed huge affliction and dismay
Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate.
At once as far as angels ken he views
The dismal situation waste and wild
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed:
Such place Eternal Justice had prepared
For those rebellious, here their prison ordained
In utter darkness, and their portion set
As far removed from God and light of heav’n
As far from the centre thrice to th’ utmost pole.
O how unlike the place from whence they fell!
. . .
‘Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,’
Said then the lost Archangel, ‘this the seat
That we must change for heav’n, this mournful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he
Who now is sovran can dispose and bid
What shall be right : fardest from him is best,
Who reason hath equalled, force had made supreme
Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields,
Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors, hail,
Infernal world, and thou, profoundest hell,
Receive thy new possessor: one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its place, and in itself
Can make heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free: th’ Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
Better to reign in hell than to serve in heav’n.