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The rebel three. Thea was startled up, And in her bearing was a sort of hope, As thus she quick-voice spake, yet full of awe.


 * "This cheers our fallen house: come to our friends,

Saturn! come away, and give them heart; I know the covert, for thence came I hither." Thus brief; then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space: He follow'd, and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs, that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave, upmounting from their nest.


 * Meanwhile in other realms big tears were shed,

More sorrow like to this, and such like woe, Too huge for mortal tongue or pen of scribe: The Titans fierce, self-hid, or prison-bound, Groan'd for the old allegiance once more, And listened in sharp pain for Saturn's voice. But one of the whole mammoth-brood still kept His sovereignty, and rule, and majesty; Blazing Hyperion on his orbid fire Still sat, still snuff'd the incense, teeming up From man to the sun's God, yet unsecure: For as among us mortals omens drear Fright and perplex, so also shudder'd he, Not at dog's howl, or gloom-bird's hated screech, Or the familiar visiting of one Upon the first toll of his passing-bell, Or prophesyings of the midnight lamp; But horrors, portion'd to a giant nerve, Oft made Hyperion ache. His palace bright,