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: