John
Milton
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
Heaven
As
from
the
centre
thrice
to
th’utmost
pole.
O
how
unlike
the
place
from
whence
they
fell!
There
the
companions
of
his
fall，o’erwhelmed
With
floods
and
whirlwinds
of
tempestuous
fire，
He
soon
discerns;and，weltering
by
his
side，
One
next
himself
in
power，and
next
in
crime，
Long
after
known
in
Palestine，and
named
Beelzebub.
To
whom
th’arch-enemy，
And
thence
in
Heaven
called
Satan，with
bold
words
Breaking
the
horrid
silence
thus
began:
“If
thou
beest
he
but
O
how
fallen!
how
changed
From
him
who
in
the
happy
realms
of
light
Clothed
with
transcendent
brightness
didst
outshine
Myriads，though
bright!