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Tumble, léven-split, with fár resounding ruin!
Of that three-headed mount, pinnacles to Earths Plain.
Brake sudden then ímpious shout, from Titans' throats;
Blaspheming Heaven!
Of that three-headed mount, pinnacles to Earths Plain.
Brake sudden then ímpious shout, from Titans' throats;
Blaspheming Heaven!
Even Surtur, át his hearth,
Startled deep under Earth; and sledge and tongs,
Flung; which fell far forth clattering from his hands.
Startled deep under Earth; and sledge and tongs,
Flung; which fell far forth clattering from his hands.
In that the Smith-God leapt aside; brúnt burst
Of his courbe shoulder, Eárths wide floor above,
Of living rock; and hoist Her infirm mould:
Whose infinite chinks let forth then diverse kinds,
Of creeping vermin strange.
Of his courbe shoulder, Eárths wide floor above,
Of living rock; and hoist Her infirm mould:
Whose infinite chinks let forth then diverse kinds,
Of creeping vermin strange.
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As when mans hand
Haps, labouring in his field, uplift some stone;
Whereunder hundred living loathly shapes,
Lie writhing, in dank bed, revealed to view.
So, in thousand clefts, Earths field discloses now;
Rife brood of griesly creatures; which had lurked
Therein, since Times beginning: where was dust
Their meat, and mire their sorry dwelling-place.
They útter thick, from ground; all haste scape forth!
Nor breathed they vital air, till this new birth.
Haps, labouring in his field, uplift some stone;
Whereunder hundred living loathly shapes,
Lie writhing, in dank bed, revealed to view.
So, in thousand clefts, Earths field discloses now;
Rife brood of griesly creatures; which had lurked
Therein, since Times beginning: where was dust
Their meat, and mire their sorry dwelling-place.
They útter thick, from ground; all haste scape forth!
Nor breathed they vital air, till this new birth.
Some scurry on hundred pairéd horny feet:
On crooked crippling shanks, some sidelong trace.
Rise multitude, more than they, in wild wide waste.
From mould, climb those confusedly, on living heaps;
Riding each other, many as the stalks of grass.
On crooked crippling shanks, some sidelong trace.
Rise multitude, more than they, in wild wide waste.
From mould, climb those confusedly, on living heaps;
Riding each other, many as the stalks of grass.
With three-split tongues, wind hissing basilisks,
Whose only aspect slays. Glide burnisht asps;
With checquered flánks and rólling wreathéd pace.
Most rife, mount scorpions, mongst that hideous press:
That as they sharded run, with lifted croups,
Still threaten baleful stings.
Whose only aspect slays. Glide burnisht asps;
With checquered flánks and rólling wreathéd pace.
Most rife, mount scorpions, mongst that hideous press:
That as they sharded run, with lifted croups,
Still threaten baleful stings.
That monstrous rout,
Have sorted them in swarms, in trains, in troops;
Like unto like! Whilst flow those further forth;
There fell Impúlsion on them, of Earth Powers!
Have sorted them in swarms, in trains, in troops;
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There fell Impúlsion on them, of Earth Powers!
Long creeping swarms, they ghastful hubbub keep;
Champing of venemous jaws, rattling of scales.
And aye they increase in státure, whíles they march.
Gross-swelled, such as were scorpions, grow sheep-great;
And so of all the remnant, in their kinds.
Champing of venemous jaws, rattling of scales.
And aye they increase in státure, whíles they march.
Gross-swelled, such as were scorpions, grow sheep-great;
And so of all the remnant, in their kinds.
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