Within these hallow'd limits thou appear. So threaten'd he, but SATAN to no threats 965 Then when I am thy captive talk of chains, 97a Proud limitary Cherub! hut e're then Far heavier load thy felf expect to feel From my prevailing arm; though Heaven's King Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers, Us'd to the yoke, draw'ft his triumphant wheels 975 In progress through the road of Heav'n ftar-pav'd. 980 While thus he spake, th' Angelic fquadron bright Turn'd fiery red, tharpning in mooned horns Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported fpears, as thick as when a field Of CERES ripe for harveft waving bends Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them; the careful plowman doubting ftands, Left on the threshing floor his hopeful fheaves Prove chaff. On the other fide SATAN alarm'd, 985 Like TENERIF, OF ATLAS, unremov'd: What feem'd both fpear & fhield. Now dreadful deeds In this commotion, but the starry cope Of heav'n perhaps, or all the elements At least had gone to wrack, disturb'd and torn 995 995 Wherein |