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BOOK I.  Arose; had not the Heav'nly Pow'rs averse Decreed her final Doom: For now the Fields Labour'd with Thirst, Aquarius had not shed His wonted Show'rs, and Sirius parch'd with Heat Solstitial the green Herb: Hence 'gan relax The Ground's Contexture, hence Tartarean Dregs, Sulphur, and nitrous Spume, enkindling fierce, Bellow'd within their darksom Caves, by far More dismal than the loud disploded Roar Of brazen Enginry, that ceaseless storm The Bastion of a well-built City, deem'd Impregnable: Th' infernal Winds, 'till now Closely imprison'd, by Titanian Warmth, Dilating, and with unctuous Vapours fed, Disdain'd their narrow Cells; and, their full Strength Collecting, from beneath the solid Mass Upheav'd, and all her Castles rooted deep Shook from their lowest Seat; old Vaga's Stream, Rh