I noticed that my last blog was starting to get long, so I decided to start another blog with a focus on a picture of the battle in Heaven:
I felt that this picture really displayed a vivid image of the battle scene as The Son comes into battle on the third day to rid Heaven of the rebels. At the top of the picture you can see The Son exerting his force, as the image portray him as being far superior in power to the rebels. His pure size seems to be three times that of the fallen angels, let alone his strength, which he had to limit in order to spare them of complete and utter annihilation. (VI.853-855) You can see the clamoring of the angels’ swords as they are being hit by the thunder of The Son at the beginning of their plummet to Hell. For this is the moment that they know they are truly defeated as they look up at The Son, seemingly full of rage (or that’s what I see in this picture) as he rids Heaven of their essences:
The overthrown He raised and as a herd
Of gats or timorous flock together thronged
Drove them before him thunderstruck, pursued
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And crystal wall of Heav’n which op’ning wide
Rolled inward and a spacious gap disclosed
Into the wasteful deep.” (VI.856-862)
I believe that this image captures the moment when the fallen angels are falling through the opening of Heaven right before it closes up again with The Son as the victor, and that these could have been the lines that Gustave Dore had in mind as he drew this scene.
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Rebecca R.
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