Paradise Lost
Posted January 5th, 2010by Bert Williams
Though the 17th century poetic form and English vocabulary of “Paradise Lost” can be challenging for the 21st century reader,
Expulsion
We begin with part of
He trusted to have equaled the Most High,
If he opposed; and with ambitious aim
Against the throne and monarchy of God
Raised impious war in Heaven and battled proud,
With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
Hurled headlong flaming from th’ ethereal sky
With hideous ruin and combustion down
To bottomless perdition . . . ,
Who durst defy th’ Omnipotent to arms.
Farewell, happy fields,
Where joy forever 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 own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
No Second Chance
And what if God were to forgive and offer a second chance to Satan and his cohort? Listen to Satan’s thoughts, as
Suppose he should relent
And publish grace to all, on promise made
Of new subjection; with what eyes could we
Stand in his presence humble, and receive
Strict laws imposed, to celebrate his throne
With warbled hymns, and to his Godhead sing
Forced Halleluiahs; while he lordly sits
Our envied Sovereign.
. . . .
Eternity so spent in worship paid
To whom we hate!
To those whose hearts are evil, the compulsory “warbled hymns” and “forced halleluiahs” sung to the “envied Sovereign” would,
But
. . . What if we find
Some easier enterprise? There is a place
(If ancient and prophetic fame in Heaven
Err not), another world, the happy seat
Of some new race called Man
. . . .
Though Heaven be shut,
And Heaven’s high Arbitrator sit secure
In his own strength, this place may lie exposed,
The utmost border of his kingdom.
As
. . . And be thyself man among men on Earth,
Made flesh, when time shall be, of virgin seed
By wondrous birth; be thou in Adam’s room
The head of all mankind, though Adam’s son.
As in him perish all men, so in thee,
As from a second root, shall be restored.
As the poem continues, Satan finds his way to
Sight hateful, sight tormenting! Thus these two
Imparadised in one another’s arms,
The happier
Of bliss on bliss, while I to Hell am thrust,
. . . .
One fatal tree there stands, of knowledge called,
Forbidden them to taste. Knowledge forbidden?
Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their lord
Envy them that? Can it be sin to know,
Can it be death? . . .
O fair foundation laid whereon to build
Their ruin!
Serpent
Having conceived his strategy for deception, Satan, by night, enters a serpent. The next day, Eve, having wandered from Adam’s side, encounters the serpent. Rather than fleeing at first sight, she is captivated by the serpent’s ability to speak and to reason. The reader, though already knowing the fateful story’s outcome, feels compelled to shout, “No! Stop! Eve, think what you are doing!” But the Serpent engages Eve in a long conversation, in the course of which it says,
Why then was this forbid? Why but to awe,
Why but to keep ye low and ignorant,
His worshipers? He knows that in the day
Ye eat thereof, your eyes that seem so clear,
Yet are but dim, shall perfectly be then
Opened and cleared, and ye shall be as gods.
More conversation ensues, in the course of which, Eve says to herself,
How dies the serpent? He hath eaten and lives,
And knows, and speaks, and reasons, and discerns,
Irrational till then. For us alone
Was death invented? Or to us denied
This intellectual food, for beasts reserved?
For beasts it seems: yet that one beast which first
Hath tasted, envies not, but brings with joy
The good befallen him, author unsuspect,
Friendly to man, far from deceit or guile.
Deceit
The reasoning seems impeccable, and thus Eve concludes:
Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine,
Fair to the eye, inviting to the taste,
Of virtue to make wise: what hinders then
To reach and feed at once both body and mind?
Much more than can be portrayed in these brief excerpts,
So Eve returns to Adam and, “with countenance blithe” explains her admiration for the serpent and how his generosity has opened the way for her enlightenment.
. . . Adam, soon as he heard
The fatal trespass done by Eve, amazed,
Astonied stood and blank, while horror chill
Ran through his veins, and all his joints relaxed;
From his slack hand the garland wreathed for Eve
Down dropped, and all the faded roses shed.
Speechless he stood and pale, till thus at length
First to himself he inward silence broke:
“Oh fairest of creation, last and best
Of all God’s works, creature in whom excelled
Whatever can to sight or thought be formed,
Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
How art though lost, how on a sudden lost?
At this, Adam is faced with a choice: Loyalty to God or love for Eve—and he chooses Eve. Eventually, when the extent of their sin has become clear, Adam says to Eve,
What better can we do than to the place
Repairing where he judged us, prostrate fall
Before him reverent, and there confess
Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears
Watering the ground, and with our sighs the air
Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign
Of sorrow unfeigned, and humiliation meek?
Their
After more of the story unfolds, the angel Michael offers to Adam a preview of the future, including God’s plan of salvation through the gift of His son. Adam replies,
Henceforth I learn that to obey is best,
And love with fear the only God, to walk
As in his presence, ever to observe
His providence, and on him sole depend,
Merciful over all his works, with good
Still overcoming evil, and by small
Accomplishing great things.
Adam, having been apart from Eve as he was receiving instruction from Michael, now rejoins her in the garden, and discovers that she has received much the same instruction in a dream. And then . . .
In either hand the hastening angel caught
Our lingering parents, and to th’ eastern gate
Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast
To the subjected plain; then disappeared.
They, looking back, all th’ eastern side beheld
Of
Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate
With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms.
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through