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.