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 Not BABILON,  Nor great ALCAIRO such magnificence  Equal'd in all thir glories, to inshrine  BELUS or SERAPIS thir Gods, or seat  Thir Kings, when AEGYPT with ASSYRIA strove  In wealth and luxurie. 
  Th' ascending pile  Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores  Op'ning thir brazen foulds discover wide  Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth  And level pavement: from the arched roof  Pendant by suttle Magic many a row  Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed  With Naphtha and ASPHALTUS yeilded light  As from a sky. 
  The hasty multitude  Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise  And some the Architect: his hand was known  In Heav'n by many a Towred structure high,  Where Scepter'd Angels held thir residence,  And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King  Exalted to such power, and gave to rule,  Each in his Herarchie, the Orders bright. 
  Nor was his name unheard or unador'd  In ancient Greece; and in AUSONIAN land  Men call'd him MULCIBER; and how he fell  From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry JOVE  Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements: from Morn  To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve,  A Summers day; and with the setting Sun  Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star,  On LEMNOS th' AEGAEAN Ile: thus they relate,  Erring; for he with this rebellious rout  Fell long before; nor aught avail'd him now  To have built in Heav'n high Towrs; nor did he scape  By all his Engins, but was headlong sent  With his industrious crew to build in hell. 
  Mean while the winged Haralds by command  Of Sovran power, with awful Ceremony  And Trumpets sound throughout the Host proclaim  A solemn Councel forthwith to be held  At PANDAEMONIUM, the high Capital  Of Satan and his Peers: thir summons call'd  From every and Band squared Regiment  By place or choice the worthiest; they anon  With hundreds and with thousands trooping came  Attended: all access was throng'd, the Gates  And Porches wide, but chief the spacious Hall  (Though like a cover'd field, where Champions bold  Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldans chair  Defi'd the best of Panim chivalry  To mortal combat or carreer with Lance)  Thick swarm'd, both on the ground and in the air,  Brusht with the hiss of russling wings. 
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