 And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings, With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. He on his impious foes right...  Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books - Page 474by John Milton - 1750Full view - About this book
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