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Rh Nor uglier follow the night-hag, when, called In secret, riding through the air she comes, Lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance With Lapland witches, while the labouring moon Eclipses at their charms. The other shape— If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb, Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either—black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode. The undaunted Fiend what this might be admired, Admired, not feared—God and his Son except, Created thing nought valued he nor shunned— And with disdainful look thus first began:
 * "Whence and what art thou, execrable shape!

That darest, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gate? Through them I mean to pass— That be assured—without leave asked of thee. Retire, or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,