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.