So spake the Son, and into terror changed His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with...
Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton - Page 191
by John Milton - 1746 - 378 pages
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