Groan’d shattering: vast Olympus reel’d throughout
Down to its rooted base beneath the rush
Of those immortals: the [207]dark chasm of hell
Was shaken with the trembling, with the tramp
Of hollow footsteps and strong battle-strokes,
And measureless uproar of wild pursuit.
So they against each other through the air
Hurl’d intermix’d their weapons, scattering groans
Where’er they fell. The voice of armies rose
With rallying shout through the starr’d firmament,