Hurl’d from their sinewy grasp: with missile storm

[212]The Titan host o’ershadowing, them they drove,

Vain-glorious as they were, with hands of strength

O’ercoming them, beneath th’ expanse of earth

And bound with galling chains: [213]so far beneath

This earth, as earth is distant from the sky:

So deep the space to darksome Tartarus.

A brazen anvil rushing from the sky

Through thrice three days would toss in airy whirl,

Nor touch this earth, till the tenth sun arose: