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These the Maid205
Mark'd as they steer'd their dusky flight along;
And lo! she was amidst them.
Paved with bones
The floor breath'd pestilence: the emblazon'd walls
With ensigns and with blood-stain'd arms were hung,
The trophies of Ambition.
On his throne210
That Form portentous rear'd his giant bulk,
More huge than he, who with his hundred arms
Scatter'd confusion o'er the host of Gods
Briareus: or the monster brethren twain,
Whose stature^[1] swelling every hour gave hopes215
Of equalling highest Heaven: nor larger he
Illusive, 'gainst whose head the thunderer Thor
Sped frustrate his full force^[2]. A sable helm
Shades his brown face, where glow'd thro' each dark tint
The fire of anger; in his hand he grasp'd 220

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1. Line 215 Otus and Ephialtes.
2. Line 218 See the Edda. Fab. 24th of the illusions practised upon Thor by Skrymner.