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. PICTURE III.--A SKETCH. SATAN haranguing his Host. He spake: and to confirm his words, out flew Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim.---- Book I. v. 663. PICTURE IV. Figures from a simile in allusion to the contracted form of the Spirits assembled in the new-raised Hall of PANDÆMONIUM, illustrated by a simile from ----Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while over head the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course, they on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds. Book I. v. 781. PICTURE V. SATAN encount'ring DEATH, SIN interposing. ----And now great deeds Had been achiev'd, whereof all Hell had rung, Had not the snaky Sorceress that sat Fast by Hell gate, and kept the fatal key, Ris'n, and with hideous outcry rush'd between. ----She finish'd, and the subtle Fiend his lore Soon learn'd, now milder.---- Book II. v. 722, 815. In the possession of Sir Thomas Lawrence. PICTURE VI. The Birth of SIN. All on a sudden miserable pain Surpris'd thee, dim thine eyes, and dizzy swam In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth, till on the left side opening wide, Likest to thee in shape and count'nance bright, Then shining heav'nly fair, a Goddess arm'd Out of thy head I sprung.---- Book II. v. 752. In the possession of Samuel Cartwright, Esq. PICTURE VII. SIN pursued by DEATH.