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Contents Copyright
Yuko Nii Foundation 2014
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ABOUT THE ELEPHANT FOLIO
In 2011 and 2012 Terrance Lindall completed work on production of "The
Paradise Lost Elephant Folio," a large 13 x 19 inch book. With 24 k gold illumination containing 14 full-page Giclee print illustrations, with handpainted borders, using Museo II paper manufactured by Crane’s, which company makes the paper for our national currency.
The borders of the elephant folio are complete original paintings in themselves. The original hand-painted borders and historiated initials are also tributes to humanity’s great achievements, such as music, dance and architecture, as well as tributes to those individuals and institutions and friends who have had important influences on Lindall’s ideas or who have shown substantial support or affinity for his (Lindall’s) artistic work.
There are only two copies in existence. One is in the collection of the
Yuko Nii Foundation and the other is in the world’s most comprehensive
Milton collection, the Robert J. Wickenheiser John Milton Collection in the Thomas Cooper Library now at the University of South Carlolina.
These two folios are perhaps the most lavish illustrated productions ever done for Milton’s great epic.
Lindall's art appears on the 2008 cover of the Modern Library’s college text book The Complete Poetry and Essential Prose of John Milton ,
Edited by William Kerrigan, John Rumrich and Stephen M. Fallon.
Holt Rinehart & Winston used another Lindall image in a 2009 high school textbook, with a first run of 370,000.
Cambridge University Press uses another Lindall illustration on the cover of the 2014 Cambridge Companion to Paradise Lost.
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NOTE TO THIS EDITION
After the printing of the first signed and numbered ten all of which have already been sold, my dear friend and colleague Dr, Robert J.
Wickenheiser suggested a better presentation of the book. Since he is a major scholar and expert on publication of scholarly material, I felt I needed to take his suggestions very seriously. Robert said:
“You know you love your cover of your Elephant Folio, as do I, but there's much to be said for the importance of changing that photo to your illustrated title page of your Elephant Folio. That shows the style and design of the illustrated epic by the artist (you); it also underscores that this is, in fact, an illustrated edition of Paradise Lost.”
Robert also suggested other changes “in the manner of all great publications,” and I thus have therefore followed his suggestions scrupulously in this printing of the fourth version of this book.
Also, I have begun numbering this final version from No.1 and will produce 100 copies. The earlier version will no longer be printed after the first ten copies.
Terrance Lindall
December 2013
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INTRODUCTION TO LINDALL’S PARADISE LOST by Yuko Nii
“The written word skims in through the eye and by means of the utterly delicate retina hurls shadows like insect legs inward for translation. An immense space opens up in silence and privacy, a space where literally, anything is possible” John Updike
Updike’s is a wonderful description of why the written word cannot be superseded and why the written word will endure. Written words in a master’s hand can conjure landscapes, colors, sensations, music, philosophy and artistic visions without confining them. And as the words are scanned, the receptive and imaginative reader, a "sine qua non" part of this formula or process, brings them to life. As John Milton said: “Books are not absolutely dead things!”
With Paradise Lost , the written word in it’s greatest form, Milton was able to evoke Updike’s “immense space” and project spectacular landscapes of both heaven and hell, and create also the monumentally tragic character of Satan, courageous yet debased, blinded by jealousy and ambition, heroic nonetheless.
The blind poet brings powerful visionary life to one of the world's greatest stories, id est, the Western legend of man’s creation and fall, a story encompassing philosophical concepts of free will, good and evil, justice and mercy, all presented with the greatest artistry to which the written word can aspire.
The artist Terrance Lindall came to Milton while pursuing a double major in
Western Philosophy and English Literature, graduating Magna Cum Laude from Hunter College New York City. Paradise Lost , this “greatest work in the
English language," enraptured Lindall because it encapsulates Lindall’s metaphysical, epistemological and axiological philosophies. Today Terrance
Lindall’s paintings for John Milton's Paradise Lost are perhaps the best-known illustrations for this epic outside of those by William Blake and Gustave Doré.
Thus the power of Milton today is reflected in how it continues to inspire artists, writers and intelligent persons at all levels, creating a ripple effect into society.
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This is a signed and numbered edition commemorating the
30 th anniversary of the first illustrated edition of Terrance
Lindall’s Paradise Lost. This volume contains prints of
the pages of the 2012 gold folio,
This is number of 100 copies
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ILLUSTRATED AND SYNOPSIZED
By
TERRANCE LINDALL
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George Berkeley, Bishop of Cloyne
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S ing Heavenly Muse!
Say first, for Heaven hides nothing from thy view – nor the deep tract of
Hell – say first what caused out parents in that happy state of Eden to fall off from their creator. Who first seduced them to that foul revolt?
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T he Infernal Serpent, he it was whose guile stirred up by envy and revenge deceived the mother of mankind. What time he trusted to have equaled the Most High if he opposed, and with ambitious aim, against the throne and monarchy of
God, raised impious war in Heaven and battle proud with vain attempt.
The Infernal Serpent, he it was whose guile stirred up by envy and revenge deceived the mother of mankind.
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W hat time he trusted to have equaled the Most High if he opposed, and with ambitious aim, against the throne and monarchy of God, raised impious war in Heaven and battle proud with vain attempt.
Him the Almighty Power hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky with hideous ruin and combustion, down to bottomless perdition, there to dwell in penal fire who durst defy The Omnipotent to arms.
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HIDEOUS RUIN & COMBUSTION
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N ow the thought of both lost happiness and lasting pain torments him. Round he throws his baleful eyes that witnessed huge affliction and dismay. A dungeon horrible on all sides round as one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames no light, but rather darkness visible served only to discover sights of woe where peace and rest can never dwell.
Hope never comes that comes to all, but torture without end still urges.
S aid then the Lost Archangel: “Hail horrors! Hail infernal world! Meet thy new possessor: A mind not to be changed. The mind is its own place and in itself can make a Heaven of
Hell, a Hell of Heaven. To reign is worth ambition though in Hell. Better to reign in Hell than serve in
Heaven!”
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A DUNGEON HORRIBLE
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N igh on the plain with wondrous art a fabric huge rose like an exultation, with the sound of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, built like a temple. Meanwhile, the heralds by command of sovereign power, with awful ceremony and trumpet sound, throughout the host proclaim a solemn council to be held in Pandemonium, the high capital of
Satan and his peers.
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PANDEMONIUM
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S atan exalted thus displayed:
“Powers and Dominions! I give not
Heaven for lost. Whether for open war or covert guile we now debate.
Who can advise may speak.”
Moloch, the strongest and fiercest spirit that fought in Heaven, these words thereafter spake: “My sentence is for open war.
“Turning our tortures into horrid arms, He shall see black fire and horror shot among His angels, which if not victory is yet revenge.”
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NONE BUT ME!
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M oloch, the strongest and fiercest spirit that fought in Heaven, these words thereafter spake: “My sentence is for open war.
“Turning our tortures into horrid arms, He shall see black fire and horror shot among His angels, which if not victory is yet revenge.”
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MOLOCH
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O n the other side rose up Belial.
Though his tongue dropped manna, to nobler deeds timorous and slothful:
“What if from above should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us, and Hell should spout her cataracts of fire threatening hideous fall upon our heads? This would be worse. War therefore dissuades.”
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BELIAL
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B eelzebub, than whom, Satan except, none higher sat, seemed a pillar of state. On his front engraven deliberation sat while thus he spake:
“Thrones and Imperial Powers! War hath determined us and foiled with loss irreparable. What if we find some easier enterprise? There is a place, the happy seat of some new race called ‘man’ to be created.
Thither let us bend our thoughts and where their weakness seduce them to our party that their God may prove their foe. This would surpass common revenge.” The bold design pleased highly. With full assent they vote.
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BEELZEBUB
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S atan, whom now transcendent glory raised above his fellows thus spake: “Long is the way and hard that out of Hell leads up to light. But I should ill become this throne if aught of difficulty or danger could deter me from attempting. Wherefore mighty powers, intend at home against a wakeful foe while I abroad through all the coasts of dark destruction seek deliverance for us all. This enterprise none shall partake but me!”
A nd Satan, with thoughts inflamed of highest design, puts on swift wing and toward the gates of Hell explores his solitary flight. At last appear Hellbounds and the gates impaled with circling fire yet unconsumed. Before the gates there sat on either side a formidable shape!
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ON SWIFT WING
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T he one seemed woman to the waist and fair. The other shape, black as night it stood, terrible as Hell. The monster came fast with horrid strides.
Hell trembled as he strode.
Satan undaunted thus began: “What art thou that dare’st athwart my way to yonder gate? Retire or taste thy folly!”
The goblin replied, “Art thou that traitor angel? Reckonest thyself with spirits of Heaven where I reign king – thy king and lord?!” So spake the grisly terror. So matched they stood, for never but once more was either like to meet so great a foe.
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THE GRISLY TERROR
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A nd now the Snakey Sorceress with hideous outcry rushed between:
“O father, what intends thy hand against thy only son? What fury, O son, possesses thee to bend that mortal dart against thy father’s head?”
To her Satan returned: “Why thou call’st me father and that phantasm my son? I know thee not, nor ever saw sight more detestable than him and thee.”
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T he portress of Hell-gate replied:
“Hast thou forgot me then, once deemed so fair in Heaven when in sight of all the seraphim with thee combined in bold conspiracy against
Heaven’s King? All of a sudden miserable pain surprised thee, while thy head fast thick flames threw forth till out of thy head I sprung.
“All the host of Heaven recoiled and called me ‘Sin.’ But I with attractive graces won the most adverse, thee chiefly, who becam’st enamored.
And such joy thou took’st with me that my womb conceived a growing burden. At last this odious offspring whom thou see’st, thine own begotten, tore though my entrails, that all my nether end thus grew transformed. I fled and cried out
‘Death!’ Hell trembled at that hideous name and sighed from all her caves. I fled, but he pursued, and in embraces forcible and foul begot these yelling monsters.”
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S atan, now milder, thus answered smooth: “Dear daughter, since thou claim’st me and my fair son here show’st me, know I come no enemy but to set free from this dark home of pain both he and thee, and myself expose to tread the unfounded deep to search and bring ye to the place where thou and Death shall dwell at ease.”
Both seemed highly pleased. Thus from her side the fatal key she took.
On a sudden open fly the infernal doors, redounding smoke and ruddy flame before a vast illimitable ocean.
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T he wary fiend at last his sailbroad vans he spread for flight. Into the expanse and through the shock of fighting elements he wins his way.
Now at last the sacred influence of light appears that Satan now with ease wafts on the calmer wave and weighs gladly to behold far off the emphereal Heaven with opal towers, once his native seat, and, fast by, hanging in a golden chain, this pendant world. Thither he hies.
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S o on he fares and to the border comes of Eden where nature crowns with her enclosure green. Blossoms and fruits at once appeared with gay enameled colors mixed. Nature boon poured forth profuse on hill and dale and plain, where the Fiend saw all kind of living creature, new to sight and strange. Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, clad in naked majesty, seemed lords of all, for in their look the image of their Glorious Maker shown. Satan, still in gaze where first he stood, recovered sad: “O Hell!
What do mine eyes with grief behold? Ah gentle pair, ye little know how nigh your change approaches, when all these delights will vanish and deliver ye to woe. Hell shall unfold to entertain you two. And should I at your harmless innocence melt, as I do, yet reason, honor and empire with revenge compels me now to do what I should abhor.”
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This page is also the cover for the
The Cambridge Companion to Paradise Lost .,2013
HARMLESS INNOCENCE 45

A seraph winged now is come into the blissful field. Adam called hither Eve and Raphael thus began:
“Son of Heaven and Earth attend!
That thou art happy owe to God.
That thou continuest such, owe to thyself. Freely we serve, in this we stand or fall. And some are fallen from Heaven to deepest Hell. How shall I relate the ruin of so many, glorious once and perfect while they stood?
“A s Heaven’s great year brings forth, the host of angels before the Almighty’s throne appeared. Thus while they stood, the
Father Infinite, by whom embosomed sat the Son, thus spake:
‘Hear Progeny of Light, hear My
Decree! My only Son, whom ye now behold, your head I him appoint. To him shall bow all knees in Heaven and confess him Lord.
Him who disobeys Me disobeys and that day, cast out from God, falls into utter darkness without redemption.’ So spake the
Omnipotent.
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“S atan, with envy against the
Son of God, could not bear through pride that sight and thought himself impaired. Deep malice thence conceiving, he resolved with all his legions to dislodge the Throne
Supreme.
Now storming fury rose and clamor such as heard in Heaven till now was never. And now all Heaven had gone to wrack had not the Almighty Father to honor his anointed Son all power on him transferred. Forth rushed with whirlwind sound the chariot of the
Paternal Deity, flashing thick flames.
The Son into terror changed his countenance and under his burning wheels the Empyrean shook while as a herd he drove his impious foes down from the verge of Heaven.
Eternal wrath burned after them to the Bottomless Pit.
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STORMING FURY
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“T hus to thee I have revealed that thou may’st beware by what is past. Satan, who envies now thy state, is plotting how he may seduce thee from obedience. Remember and fear to transgress!” So saying Raphael arose.
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S atan, in mediated fraud and malice, fearless returned at midnight.
With inspection deep he considered every creature which of all most opportune might serve his wiles and found the serpent subtlest beast of all the field. So, like a black mist low creeping, the serpent soon he found fast sleeping. In at the mouth the
Devil entered. .
N ow and since the break of dawn, the Fiend, mere serpent in appearance, forth was come and on his quest. Eve separate he spies. He bowed his turret crest and sleek enameled neck fawning.
His gentle dumb expression turned at length the eye of Eve.
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FRAUDULENT TEMPTATION
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H e, glad of her attention gained, his fraudulent temptation thus began: “Wonder not sovereign mistress that I approach thee thus and gaze on thee who should’st be seen a
Goddess among Gods, adored and served.” So glozed the Tempter.
N ot unamazed, she thus in answer spake: “What may this mean?
Language of man pronounced by tongue of brute and human sense expressed!” The Guileful Tempter thus replied: “I chanced a goodly tree loaden with fruit of fairest colors.
From the boughs a savory odor blown. Hunger and thirst at once quickened at the scent of that alluring fruit urged me so keen that to pluck and eat my fill I spared not.
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S ated at length, ere long I might perceive great alteration in me, of reason in my inward powers, and speech wanted not long.” So glistered the Dire Snake and into fraud led
Eve.
Fixed upon the fruit she gazed. She plucked! She eat! Earth felt the wound and nature sighing through all her works gave signs of woe.
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A dam, to him she hasted. He scrupled not to eat, not deceived, but fondly overcome by female charm, took no thought eating his fill. Earth trembled from her entrails as again in pangs.
M eanwhile, the heinous and despiteful act of Satan was known in
Heaven. The voice of God Adam and
Eve heard now in the garden. They heard and hid themselves till God thus to Adam called aloud: “Where art thou Adam? I miss thee here, not pleased thus entertained with solitude. Come forth!” He came with
Eve, discountenanced both and discomposed. Love was not in their looks, but apparent guilt, and shame, and perturbation, and despair.
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A dam thus answered brief: “I heard Thee in the garden, and, being naked, hid myself.” The Gracious
Judge replied; “That thou art naked, who hath told thee? Hast thou eaten of the tree whereof I gave thee charge thou should’st not eat?” Adam sore beset replied: ”This woman, whom thou mad’st to be my help, she gave me of the tree and I did eat.”
The Sovereign Presence thus replied”
“Was she thy god that her thou did’st obey before His Voice? Say, woman, what is this that thou hast done?” Eve with shame nigh overwhelmed, thus abashed replied: “The serpent me beguiled and I did eat.” Which when the Lord God heard, without delay to judgment he proceeded.
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M ichael, the Archangel, soon drew nigh, not in his celestial shape, but as a man clad. Over his lucid arms a military vest of purple flowed.
“Adam, to remove thee I am come and send thee from the garden forth”
In either hand the hastening angel caught our lingering parents, and to the eastern gate led them direct.
They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld of Paradise, so late their happy seat. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon. The world was all before them. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, through Eden took their solitary way.
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