Before thir eyes in sudden vieear [ 890 ]

        ts of the hoarie deep, a dark

        Illimitable O    bound,

        it dimension, wh,

        And time and place are lost;

        And Cors of Nature, hold [ 895 ]

        Eternal Anarc the noise

        Of endless arrs, and by fusion stand.

        For , cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce

        Strive rie, and to Battel bring

        toms; the flag [ 900 ]

        Of ea, in thir several s,

        Lig or slow,

        She Sands

        Of Barca or es torrid soil,

        Levied to side h warring inds, and poise [ 905 ]

        ter o w adhere,

        ; Cs,

        And by deore imbroiles the fray

        By w er

        Co this wilde Abyss, [ 910 ]

        ture and perhaps her Grave,

        Of her Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire,

        But all t causes mixt

        fusdly, and ,

        Uy Maker them ordain [ 915 ]

        erials to create more orlds,

        Into the warie fiend

        Stood on the brink of hell and lookd a while,

        P h

        o cross. Nor was his eare less peald [ 920 ]

        ito pare

        Great torms,

        ittering Engines bent to rase

        Som Capital City; or less this frame

        Of s [ 925 ]

        In mutinie orn

        tedfast Eart last his Sail-broad Vannes

        , and in the surging smoak

        Uplifted spurns thence many a League

        As in a cloudy Chair asding rides [ 930 ]

        Audacious, but t seat soon failing, meets

        A vast vacuitie: all unawares

        Fluttring his pennons vain plumb down he drops

        ten to this hour

        Down    by ill ce [ 935 ]

        trong rebuff of som tumultuous cloud

        Instinct re hurried him

        As many miles aloft: t furie stayd,

        Quencis, her Sea,

        Nood dry Land: nigh founderd on he fares, [ 940 ]

        treading tence, ,

        h Oare and Saile.

        As whe ilderness

        ith winged course ore hill or moarie Dale,

        Pursues telth [ 945 ]

        ody purloind

        the fiend

        Ore bog or steep, trait, rough, dense, or rare,

        it pursues his way,

        And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flyes: [ 950 ]

        At length a universal hubbub wilde

        Of stunning sounds and voices all fusd

        Bors his eare

        it veher he plyes,

        Undauo meet t ever power [ 955 ]

        Or Spirit of t Abyss

        Mig noise reside, of wo ask

        coast of darkness lyes

        B on ligrait behrone

        Of Chaos, and his dark Pavilion spread [ 960 ]

        ide on teful Deep; hrond

        Sat Sable-vested Nig of things,

        t of ood

        Orcus and Ades, and the dreaded name

        Of Demon; Rumor    and ce, [ 965 ]

        And tumult and fusion all imbroild,

        And Discord hs.
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