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 The desolating spear: his broad black brow In thought contracted spake his brooding soul, Sullenly silent. "Maid beloved of Heaven!" (To her the tutelary Power exclaimed) "Of the adventurous progeny Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire, Fierce to regain the losses of that hour When  rose glittering, and his gorgeous wings Over the abyss flutter'd with such glad noise, As what time after long and pestful Calms With slimy shapes and miscreated life Pois'ning the vast Pacific, the fresh breeze Wakens the merchant sail, uprising. An heavy unimaginable moan Sent forth, when she the  beheld Stand beauteous on Confusion's charmed wave. Moaning she fled, and entered the Profound That leads with downward windings to the Cave Of darkness palpable, desart of Deaths,  Sunk