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Argraffwyd a Chyhoeddwyd Gan T. Gee a'i Fab, 1850

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˹ 16 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, 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 unconsumed.
˹ 17 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
˹ 18 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
˹ 20 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
˹ 18 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse ! all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign, As man ere long, and this new world shall know.
˹ 18 - Evil be thou my good : by thee, at least, Divided empire with heaven's King I hold : By thee, and more than half, perhaps, will reign, As man, ere long, and this new world, shall know.
˹ 18 - None left but by submission; and that word Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame...
˹ 9 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
˹ 18 - Omnipotent. Ay me! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain, Under what torments inwardly I groan: While they adore me on the throne of Hell, With diadem and sceptre high advanced, 90 The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery: such joy ambition finds!
˹ 18 - This knows my punisher; therefore as far From granting, he as I, from begging, peace! All hope excluded thus, behold, instead Of us outcast! exiled! his new delight, Mankind created, and for him this world. So, farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear! Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good!

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