So saying, a roke he lifted high,
Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell [ 190 ]
On the proud Crest of Satan, that no sight,
Nor motion of swift thought, less could his Shield
Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge
He back recoild; the tenth on bended knee
His massie Spear upstaid; as if oh [ 195 ]
Winds under ground or waters f way
Sidelong, had pusht a Mountain from his seat
Half sunk with all his Pines. Amazement seisd
The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see
Thus foild thir mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout, [ 200 ]
Presage of Victorie and fierce desire
Of Battel: whereat Michael bid sound
Th Argel trumpet; through the vast of Heaven
It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze [ 205 ]
The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joynd
The horrid shoow st furie rose,
And clamour such as heard in Heavn till now
Was never, Arms on Armour clashing brayd
Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles [ 210 ]
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