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HYPERION.
BOOK II.
Ever as if just rising from a sleep,Forehead to forehead held their monstrous horns;And thus in thousand hugest phantasiesMade a fit roofing to this nest of woe.Instead of thrones, hard flint they sat upon,Couches of rugged stone, and slaty ridgeStubborn'd with iron. All were not assembled:Some chain'd in torture, and some wandering.Cœus, and Gyges, and Briareüs,Typhon, and Dolor, and Porphyrion, 20With many more, the brawniest in assault,Were pent in regions of laborious breath;Dungeon'd in opaque element, to keepTheir clenched teeth still clench'd, and all their limbsLock'd up like veins of metal, crampt and screw'd;Without a motion, save of their big heartsHeaving in pain, and horribly convuls'dWith sanguine feverous boiling gurge of pulse.
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