Milton: Paradise Lost
Alastair Fowler, Alastair Fowler
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Milton: Paradise Lost
Alastair Fowler, Alastair Fowler
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Milton's Paradise Lost is one of the great works of literature, of any time and in any language. Marked by Milton's characteristic erudition it is a work epic both in scale and, notoriously, in ambition. For nearly 350 years it has held generation upon generation of scholars, students and readers in rapt attention and its profound influence can be seen in almost every corner of Western culture. First published in 1968, with John Carey's Complete Shorter Poems, Alastair Fowler's Paradise Lost is widely acknowledged to be the most authoritative edition of this compelling work.
An unprecedented amount of detailed annotation accompanies the full text of the first (1667) edition, providing a wealth of contextual information to enrich and enhance the reader's experience. Notes on composition and context are combined with a clear explication of the multitude allusions Milton called to the poem's aid. The notes also summarise and illuminate the vast body of critical attention the poem has attracted, synthesizing the ancient and the modern to provide a comprehensive account both of the poem's development and its reception. Meanwhile, Alastair Fowler's invigorating introduction surveys the whole poem and looks in detail at such matters as Milton's theology, metrical structure and, most valuably, his complex and imaginary astronomy. The result is an enduring landmark in the field of Milton scholarship and an invaluable guide for readers of all levels.
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Paradise Lost
The Argument
No more of talk where God or angel guestWith man, as with his friend, familiar usedTo sit indulgent, and with him partakeRural repast, permitting him the while5 Venial discourse unblamed: I now must changeThose notes to tragic; foul distrust, and breachDisloyal on the part of man, revolt,And disobedience: on the part of heavenNow alienated, distance and distaste,10 Anger and just rebuke, and judgment given,That brought into this world a world of woe,Sin and her shadow Death, and MiseryDeath’s harbinger: sad task, yet argumentNot less but more heroic than the wrath15 Of stern Achilles on his foe pursuedThrice fugitive about Troy wall; or rageOf Turnus for Lavinia disespoused,Or Neptune’s ire or Juno’s, that so longPerplexed the Greek and Cytherea’s son;20 If answerable style I can obtainOf my celestial patroness, who deignsHer nightly visitation unimplored,And díctates to me slumbering, or inspiresEasy my unpremeditated verse:25 Since first this subject for heroic songPleased me long choosing, and beginning late;Not sedulous by nature to inditeWars, hitherto the only argumentHeroic deemed, chief mastery to dissect30 With long and tedious havoc fabled knightsIn battles feigned; the better fortitudeOf patience and heroic martyrdomUnsung; or to describe races and games,Or tilting furniture, emblazoned shields,35 Impreses quaint, caparisons and steeds;Bases and tinsel trappings, gorgeous knightsAt joust and tournament; then marshalled feastServed up in hall with sewers, and seneschals;The skill of artifice or office mean,40 Not that which justly gives heroic nameTo person or to poem. Me of theseNor skilled nor studious, higher argumentRemains, sufficient of itself to raiseThat name, unless an age too late, or cold45 Climate, or years damp my intended wingDepressed, and much they may, if all be mine,Not hers who brings it nightly to my ear.The sun was sunk, and after him the starOf Hesperus, whose office is to bring50 Twilight upon the earth, short arbiterTwixt day and night, and now from end to endNight’s hemisphere had veiled the horizon round:When Satan who late fled before the threatsOf Gabriel out of Eden, now improved55 In meditated fraud and malice, bentOn man’s destruction, maugre what might hapOf heavier on himself, fearless returned.By night he fled, and at midnight returnedFrom compassing the earth, cautious of day,60 Since Uriel regent of the sun descriedHis entrance, and forewarned the cherubimThat kept their watch; thence full of anguish driven,The space of seven continued nights he rodeWith darkness, thrice the equinoctial line65 He circled, four times crossed the car of NightFrom pole to pole, traversing each colure;On the eighth returned, and on the coast averseFrom entrance or cherubic watch, by stealthFound unsuspected way. There was a place,70 Now not, though sin, not time, first wrought the change,Where Tigris at the foot of ParadiseInto a gulf shot under ground, till partRose up a fountain by the tree of life;In with the river sunk, and with it rose75 Satan involved in rising mist, then soughtWhere to lie hid; sea he had searched and landFrom Eden over Pontus, and the poolMaeotis, up beyond the river Ob;Downward as far Antarctic; and in length80 West from Orontes to the ocean barredAt Darien, thence to the land where flowsGanges and Indus: thus the orb he roamedWith narrow search; and with inspection deepConsidered every creature, which of all85 Most opportune might serve his wiles, and foundThe serpent subtlest beast of all the field.Him after long debate, irresoluteOf thoughts revolved, his final sentence choseFit vessel, fittest imp of fraud, in whom90 To enter, and his dark suggestions hideFrom sharpest sight: for in the wily snake,Whatever sleights none would suspicious mark,As from his wit and native subtletyProceeding, which in other beasts observed95 Doubt might beget of diabolic powerActive within beyond the sense of brute.Thus he resolved, but first from inward griefHis bursting passion into plaints thus poured:O earth, how like to heaven, if not preferred100 More justly, seat worthier of gods, as builtWith second thoughts, reforming what was old!For what god after better worse would build?Terrestrial heaven, danced round by other heavensThat shine, yet bear their bright officious lamps,105 Light above light, for thee alone, as seems,In thee concentring all their precious beamsOf sacred influence: as God in heavenIs centre, yet extends to all, so thouCentring receiv’st from all those orbs; in thee,110 Not in themselves, all their known virtue appearsProductive in herb, plant, and nobler birthOf creatures animate with gradual lifeOf growth, sense, reason, all summed up in man.With what delight could I have walked thee round,115 If I could joy in aught, sweet interchangeOf hill and valley, rivers, woods and plains,Now land, now sea, and shores with forest crowned,Rocks, dens, and caves; but I in none of theseFind place or refuge; and the more I see120 Pleasures about me, so much more I feelTorment within me, as from the hateful siegeOf contraries; all good to me becomesBane, and in heaven much worse would be my state.But neither here seek I, no nor in heaven125 To dwell, unless by mastering heaven’s supreme;Nor hope to be myself less miserableBy what I seek, but others to make suchAs I, though thereby worse to me redound:For only in destroying I find ease130 To my relentless thoughts; and him destroyed,Or won to what may work his utter loss,For whom all this was made, all this will soonFollow, as to him linked in weal or woe;In woe then, that destruction wide may range:135 To me shall be the glory sole amongThe infernal powers, in one day to have marredWhat he almighty styled, six nights and daysContinued making, and who knows how longBefore had been contriving, though perhaps140 Not longer...