he above the restIn shape and gesture proudly eminent [ 590 ]Stood like a Towr; his form had yet not lostAll her Original brightness, nor appear'dLess then Arch Angel ruind, and th' excessOf Glory obscur'd: As when the Sun new ris'nLooks through the Horizontal misty Air [ 595 ]Shorn of his Beams, or from behind the MoonIn dim Eclips disastrous twilight shedsOn half the Nations, and with fear of changePerplexes Monarchs.
the language and word choice used here portrays Satan rather heroic