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 Still violate th' unfinished Works of Peace. But yonder look—for more demands thy view."

He said; and straightway from the opposite Isle A Vapor rose, pierc'd by the eye. Guiding its course sate within, With terror pale and rage, yet laugh'd at times Musing on Vengeance: trembled in his hand A Sceptre fiercely-grasp'd. O'er ocean westward The Vapor sail'd, as when a Cloud exhal'd From Ægypt's fields, that steam hot Pestilence, Travels the sky for many a trackless league, 'Till o'er some death-doom'd Land distant in vain It broods incumbent. Forthwith from the Plain Facing the Isle, a brighter Cloud arose And steer'd its course which way the Vapor went. sate guiding—, hag abhorr'd! Like mask'd, and doom'd to aid the fight Victorious 'gainst. Hush'd awhile The Maiden paus'd, musing what this might mean; But