Astarté, queen of Heaven, with crescent horns : To whose bright image nightly by the moon Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs : In Sion also not unsung, where stood Her temple on the' offensive mountain, built By that uxorious king, whose heart, though large, Beguiled by fair idolatresses, fell
To idols foul. Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded: the love-tale Infected Sion's daughters with like heat; Whose wanton passions in the sacred porch Ezekiel saw, when, by the vision led, His eye survey'd the dark idolatries Of alienated Judah. Next came one Who mourn'd in earnest, when the captive ark Maim'd his brute image, head and hands lopt off, In his own temple, on the grunsel-edge, Where he fell flat, and shamed his worshippers. Dagon his name, sea-monster, upward man And downward fish: yet had his temple high Rear'd in Azotus, dreaded through the coast Of Palestine, in Gath and Ascalon, And Accaron and Gaza's frontier bounds. Him follow'd Rimmon, whose delightful seat Was fair Damascus, on the fertile banks Of Abbana and Pharphar, lucid streams. He also' against the house of God was bold: A leper once he lost, and gain'd a king, Ahaz, his sottish conqueror; whom he drew
God's altar to disparage, and displace For one of Syrian mode, whereon to burn His odious offerings, and adore the gods Whom he had vanquish'd. After these appear'd A crew, who, under names of old renown, Osiris, Isis, Orus, and their train,
With monstrous shapes and sorceries abused Fanatic Egypt and her priests, to seek Their wandering gods disguised in brutish forms Rather than human. Nor did Israel 'scape The' infection, when their borrow'd gold composed The calf in Oreb; and the rebel king Doubled that sin in Bethel and in Dan, Likening his Maker to the grazed ox; Jehovah, who in one night, when he pass'd From Egypt marching, equalled with one stroke Both her first-born and all her bleating gods. Belial came last, than whom a Spirit more lewd Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love Vice for itself; to him no temple stood Or altar smoked; yet who more oft than he In temples and at altars, when the priest Turns atheist; as did Eli's sons, who fill'd With lust and violence the house of God? In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot' ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury and outrage: and when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Witness the streets of Sodom, and that night In Gibeah, when the hospitable door Exposed a matron, to avoid worse rape. These were the prime in order and in might.
The rest were long to tell, though far renown'd, The' Ionian Gods, of Javan's issue; held Gods, yet confess'd later than Heaven and Earth, Their boasted parents : Titan, Heaven's first-born, With his enormous brood, and birthright seized By younger Saturn; he from mightier Jove, His own and Rhea's son, like measure found : So Jove usurping reign'd. These first in Crete And Ida known, thence on the snowy top Of cold Olympus, ruled the middle air, Their highest Heaven; or on the Delphian cliff, Or in Dodona, and through all the bounds Of Doric land: or who with Saturn old Fled over Adria to the' Hesperian fields, And o'er the Celtic roam'd the utmost isles.
All these and more came flocking; but with looks Down-cast and damp; yet such wherein appear'd Obscure some glimpse of joy, to' have found their
Not in despair, to' have found themselves not lost In loss itself; which on his countenance cast Like doubtful hue: but he, his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth, not substance, gently raised Their fainting courage, and dispell'd their fears. Then straight commands, that at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud and clarions be uprear'd His mighty standard: that proud honour claim'd Azazel as his right, a Cherub tall; Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurl'd The' imperial ensign; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind, With gems and golden lustre rich imblazed, Seraphic arms and trophies: all the while
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up-sent
A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and, beyond, Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air
With orient colours waving: with them rose A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appear'd, and serried shields in thick array, Of depth immeasurable: anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders; such as raised To highth of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle; and, instead of rage, Deliberate valour breathed, firm, and unmoved With dread of death to flight or foul retreat; Nor wanting power to mitigate and 'swage With solemn touches troubled thoughts, and chase Anguish, and doubt, and fear, and sorrow', and pain, From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they, Breathing united force, with fixed thought, Moved on in silence to soft pipes, that charm'd Their painful steps o'er the burnt soil: and now Advanced in view they stand: a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms, in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield; Awaiting what command their mighty Chief Had to impose. He through the armed files Darts his experienced eye, and soon traverse The whole battalion views; their order due; Their visages and stature as of Gods: Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardening in his strength Glories: for never, since created man,
Met such imbodied force, as named with these Could merit more than that small infantry Warred on by cranes; though all the giant-brood Of Phlegra with the' heroic race were join'd That fought at Thebes and Ilium, on each side Mix'd with auxiliar Gods; and what resounds In fable or romance, of Uther's son Begirt with British and Armoric knights; And all who since, baptized or infidel, Jousted in Aspramont, or Montalban, Damasco, or Marocco', or Trebisond, Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore, When Charlemain with all his peerage fell By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond Compare of mortal prowess, yet observed Their dread Commander: he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower: his form had yet not lost All her' original brightness; nor appear'd Less than Arch-angel ruin'd, and the' excess Of glory' obscured: as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams: or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. Darken'd so, yet shone Above them all the' Arch-angel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather, (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd
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