There to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire Who durst defy the omnipotent to arms Nine times the space that measures day and night Rolling in the fiery gulf Confounded though immortal, but his doom Reserved him to more wrath, for now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes That witnessed huge affliction and dismay Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate At once as far as angels ken he views The dismal situation waste and wild A dungeon horrible, on all sides round 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 As one great furnace flamed Yet from those flames, no light But rather, darkness visible