![]() ![]() The undaunted fiend what this might be admired - Admired, not feared: God and his Son except, Created thing nought valued he, nor shunned And, with disdainful look, thus first began: Satan was now at hand: and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast, With horrid strides Hell trembled as he strode. The other shape,- If shape it might be called, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either black it stood as night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,Īnd shook a dreadful dart what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance With Lapland witches, while the labouring moon1 Eclipses at their charms. ![]()
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