PARADISE LOST.
Picture I.—A Sketch.
Satan risen from the Flood, Beelzebub rising.
Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
His mighty stature; on each hand the flames
Driv'n backward slope their pointing spires, and roll'd
In billows, leave i' th' midst a horrid vale.
——Him follow'd his next mate,
Both glorying to have 'scap'd the Stygian flood
As Gods—— Book I. v. 221, 238.
In the possession of Sir Thomas Lawrence.
Picture II.
Satan calling up his Legions.
——On the beach
Of that enflamed sea he stood, and call'd
His legions, Angel forms, who lay entranc'd
Thick as autumnal leaves, that strow the brooks
In Vallombrosa.——
He call'd so loud, that all the hollow deep
Of Hell resounded.——
Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n.
They heard, and were abash'd, and up they sprung——
Book I. v. 299, 314, 330.
In the possession of His Grace the Duke of Wellington.