The gloomy monarch of th’ infernal dead
Shudder’d: the sub-tartarean Titans heard
E’en where they stood, with Saturn in the midst:
They heard appall’d the unextinguish’d rage
Of tumult, and the din of dreadful war.
But now when Jove had gather’d all his strength,
And grasp’d his weapons, bolts, and bickering flames,
He from the mount Olympus’ topmost ridge
Leap’d at a bound, and smote him: hiss’d at once
The horrible monster’s heads enormous, scorch’d