AndasMountEtnavomitssulphurout，Withcliffsofburningcrags，andfireandsmoke，Sofromhismouthflewkindledcoalsabout，Hotsparksandsmellsthatmanandbeastwouldchoke，Thegnarringporterdurstnotwhinefordoubt；
StillweretheFuries，whiletheirsovereignspoke，AndswiftCocytusstayedhismurmurshrill，Whilethusthemurdererthunderedouthiswill：
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“Yepowersinfernal，worthierfartositAboutthesun，whenceyouyouroffspringtake，Withmethatwhilom，throughthewelkinflit，Downtumbledheadlongtothisemptylake；
Ourformerglorystillrememberit，OurboldattemptsandwarweoncedidmakeGainsthim，thatrulesabovethestarrysphere，Forwhichliketraitorsweliedamnedhere。