John Milton on Hell
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“All hell broke loose.”
“Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.”
“The gates that now Stood open wide, belching outrageous flame Far into Chaos, since the fiend pass'd through.”
“On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.”
“Myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide; To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.”
“A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd 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.”