|Gustave Dore illustration Paradise Lost Book I|
Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe
Confounded though immortal:...
... But his doom
Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain
... round he throws his baleful eyes
That witness'd huge affliction and dismay
Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate:
At once as far as Angels kenn he views
The dismal Situation waste and wilde,
A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great Furnace flam'd,...
... yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades,...
|John Martin, Paradise Lost - Satan on the Burning Lake (Book 1)|
... 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 unconsum'd:
(John Milton: Paradise Lost, Book I: 50-69)