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CANTO IV.] The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow

All radiant from his triumph in the fight;

The shaft hath just been shot—the arrow bright

With an Immortal's vengeance—in his eye

And nostril beautiful Disdain, and Might

And Majesty, flash their full lightnings by,

Developing in that one glance the Deity.

CLXII.

But in his delicate form—a dream of Love,

Shaped by some solitary Nymph, whose breast

Longed for a deathless lover from above,

And maddened in that vision —are exprest