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 Sunk deep beneath 's many roots. There many a dateless age the Beldame lurk'd And trembled: till engender'd by fierce , Fierce and gloomy, a  arose Shap'd like a black cloud mark'd with streaks of fire. It rous'd the Hell-hag: she the dew-damps wip'd From off her brow, and thro' the uncouth maze Retraced her steps; but ere she reach'd the mouth Of that drear labyrinth, shudd'ring she paus'd Nor dar'd re-enter the diminish'd Gulph. As thro' the dark vaults of some moulder'd tower (Which fearful to approach, the evening hind Circles at distance in his homeward way) The winds breathe hollow, deem'd the plaining groan Of prison'd spirits; with such fearful voice murmur'd, and the sound thro' Chaos went. Leapt at the call her hideous-fronted brood! A dark behest they heard, and rush'd on earth, Since that sad hour in camps and courts adored Rebels from God and Monarchs o'er Mankind! "These