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524–557.] Obscure some glimpse of joy, to have found their chief Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost In loss itself, which on his countenance cast Like doubtful hue. But he, his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth, not substance, gently raised Their fainting courage, and dispelled their fears. Then straight commands, that at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud and clarions, be upreared His mighty standard. That proud honour claim'd Azazel as his right; a cherub tall, Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled The imperial ensign, which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind, With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed, Seraphic arms and trophies; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds, At which the universal host up sent A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment, through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air, With orient colours waving. With them rose A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appeared, and serried shields in thick array, Of death immeasurable: anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders,such as raised To height of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle; and instead of rage Deliberate valour breathed, firm and unmoved With dread of death to flight or foul retreat: Nor wanting power to mitigate and 'suage With solemn touches troubled thoughts, and chase 3