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HYPERION.
BOOK II.
Dead; and because the creature could not spitIts poison in the eyes of conquering Jove.Next Cottus: prone he lay, chin uppermost,As though in pain; for still upon the flint 50He ground severe his skull, with open mouthAnd eyes at horrid working. Nearest himAsia, born of most enormous Caf,Who cost her mother Tellus keener pangs,Though feminine, than any of her sons:More thought than woe was in her dusky face,For she was prophesying of her glory;And in her wide imagination stoodPalm-shaded temples, and high rival fanes,By Oxus or in Ganges' sacred isles. 60Even as Hope upon her anchor leans,So leant she, not so fair, upon a tuskShed from the broadest of her elephants.Above her, on a crag's uneasy shelve,
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