Pigmean

they but now who seemd In bigness to surpass Earths Giant Sons Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race Beyond the INDIAN Mount, or Faerie Elves, Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side Or Fountain fome belated Peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while over head the Moon Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth Wheels her pale course, they on thir mirth & dance Intent, with jocond Music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.

At the end of Book I Milton offers an unfolding series of four similes of the angels in Pandemonium, ending in two that describe their sudden diminution from those "who seemed / In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons" to "smallest dwarfs / Like that Pigmean Race / Beyond the Indian Mount":