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There to dwell |
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In adamantine chains and penal fire |
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Who durst defy the omnipotent to arms |
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Nine times the space that measures day and night |
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Rolling in the fiery gulf |
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Confounded though immortal: but his doom |
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Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought |
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Both of lost happiness and lasting pain |
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Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes |
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That witnessed huge affliction and dismay |
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Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate |
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At once as far as angels ken he views |
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The dismal situation waste and wild |
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A dungeon horrible, on all sides round |
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Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace |
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And rest can never dwell, hope never comes |
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That comes to all; but torture without end still urges |
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As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames |
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No light, but rather darkness visible |
