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Eagor, in Whirlpit, mighty waters' fret;
Lo! amidst hoarse retinue of windy tumbling billows;
And barking sealhounds' stinking herd; and bleak-
Winged cleping aery seamews' multitude.
Lo! amidst hoarse retinue of windy tumbling billows;
And barking sealhounds' stinking herd; and bleak-
Winged cleping aery seamews' multitude.
Those beckon! (cannot Eagor hear their voices!)
Blowing his whelky conch then, the Sea-God
Stilled wild waste watery tumult of salt flood.
Sith, full of blustering guile, he boisterous asks;
What mean they? And shook much drizzling brine from off
His sidelong beard and watchet locks.
Blowing his whelky conch then, the Sea-God
Stilled wild waste watery tumult of salt flood.
Sith, full of blustering guile, he boisterous asks;
What mean they? And shook much drizzling brine from off
His sidelong beard and watchet locks.
His cheer,
On Bosom lifted of salt streaming Tide;
Such seemed as rising Moon, which filled Her horns;
On border leans, a moment, of Earths land.
On Bosom lifted of salt streaming Tide;
Such seemed as rising Moon, which filled Her horns;
On border leans, a moment, of Earths land.
In salvage mood, great Eagor gazed around!
And the much-knowing Father of Seas flood,
About the World that runs: (those craggéd cliffs
Rebellow His main voice!) requires of each;
What would they?
And the much-knowing Father of Seas flood,
About the World that runs: (those craggéd cliffs
Rebellow His main voice!) requires of each;
What would they?
And they outcry, amidst the tumult,
Of wind and waves; we are Titans' Messengers,
Sent hither! Wilt Thou leagued with them, with whom
Joined Tempest of three Winds, gainst men and Gods;
(Gods that usurp dominion of dry land!)
Contend, in day of battle-strife that cometh?
If thus, tide forth: and whelm now Thy waves' Breast,
O'er Manholms coast.
Of wind and waves; we are Titans' Messengers,
Sent hither! Wilt Thou leagued with them, with whom
Joined Tempest of three Winds, gainst men and Gods;
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Contend, in day of battle-strife that cometh?
If thus, tide forth: and whelm now Thy waves' Breast,
O'er Manholms coast.
Disdaining, Seas God spake;
Smirch my fair streams with ooze, and mirey warp!
What reck I of Man, more than of other kinds,
Offspring of Earths dry land; or of Heavens Powers!
Or yonder crystal Firmament was spended,
And Heaven framed, habitation of new Gods;
And on seven adamant pillars, leaned upstayed;
I Eagor was.
Smirch my fair streams with ooze, and mirey warp!
What reck I of Man, more than of other kinds,
Offspring of Earths dry land; or of Heavens Powers!
Or yonder crystal Firmament was spended,
And Heaven framed, habitation of new Gods;
And on seven adamant pillars, leaned upstayed;
I Eagor was.
It is not they uplifted
Have lately Sea-deeps floor, in my despite,
From Hells abyss; whereby sharp wounding craigs
My sides have pierced. Yet, for my hoist sea-ground,
I reck not, though sink Manholm in its stead.
But what be ye? I will not hear your voice.
Have lately Sea-deeps floor, in my despite,
From Hells abyss; whereby sharp wounding craigs
My sides have pierced. Yet, for my hoist sea-ground,
I reck not, though sink Manholm in its stead.
But what be ye? I will not hear your voice.
He said, with great tumultuous headlong looks:
And, midst wild wave-rows, Eagor stoopt; which o'er
Seas God, close! Gone he is to glistering Hall,
Of Ran; whither fare souls of all drowned men.
And, midst wild wave-rows, Eagor stoopt; which o'er
Seas God, close! Gone he is to glistering Hall,
Of Ran; whither fare souls of all drowned men.
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