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    From ted Engins belcht, whose roar

    Emboragious noise the Air,

    And all rails tore, disgorging foule

    t, cs and hail

    Of Iron Globes, wor  [ 590 ]

    Leveld, uous furie smote,

    t  migand,

    tanding else as Rocks, but dohey fell

    By thousands, Angel on Arch-Angel rowld;

    t [ 595 ]

    s evaded s

    By quick contraction or remove; but now

    Foule dissipation follo rout;

    Nor servd it to relax thir serried files. [ 600 ]