On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. | a | ||||
Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend | b | ||||
Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened, | b | ||||
Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose. | a | ||||
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Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those. | a | |||
And now upon his western wing he leaned, | b | ||||
Now his huge bulk o'er Afric's sands careened, | b | ||||
Now the black planet shadowed Arctic snows. | a | ||||
Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars | c | ||||
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With memory of the old revolt from Awe, | d | |||
He reached a middle height, and at the stars, | c | ||||
Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. | e | ||||
Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, | e | ||||
The army of unalterable law. | d | ||||
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