Before thir eyes in sudden view appear [ 890 ]
ts of the hoarie deep, a dark
Illimitable Ocean 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 confusion stand.
For , cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce
Strive rie, and to Battel bring
toms; the flag [ 900 ]
Of eacion, in thir several Clanns,
Lig or slow,
She Sands
Of Barca or Cyrenes torrid soil,
Levied to side h warring inds, and poise [ 905 ]
ter o w adhere,
; Cs,
And by decision more imbroiles the fray
By w er
Co this wilde Abyss, [ 910 ]
ture and perhaps her Grave,
Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire,
But all t causes mixt
Confusdly, and ,
Unless ty Maker them ordain [ 915 ]
erials to create more orlds,
Into the warie fiend
Stood on the brink of hell and lookd a while,
Pondering h
o cross. Nor was his eare less peald [ 920 ]
ito compare
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 ascending 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 chance [ 935 ]
trong rebuff of som tumultuous cloud
Instinct re hurried him
As many miles aloft: t furie stayd,
Quencis, neither Sea,
Nor good 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 confusd
Borne ts his eare
it veher he plyes,
Undaunted to meet t ever power [ 955 ]
Or Spirit of t Abyss
Mig noise reside, of wo ask
coast of darkness lyes
Bordering 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 Demogorgon; Rumor next and Chance, [ 965 ]
And tumult and Confusion all imbroild,
And Discord hs.