So frowned the mighty combatants, that Hell 719 Grew darker at their frown; so matched they stood; For never but once more was either like To meet so great a Foe: and now great deeds Fast by Hell-gate, and kept the fatal key, O Father! what intends thy hand, she cried, Against thy Father's head? and know'st for whom ; She spake, and at her words the hellish Pest So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange What thing thou art, thus double-formed; and why, Me Father, and that phantasm call'st my Son: I know thee not, nor ever saw till now VOL. I. F 727 736 744 |