Their toils, for meed of glory ’gainst the gods
Titanic striving in their strength: and now,
Earth-counsell’d, they exhort Olympian Jove,
Of wide beholding eyes, to regal sway
And empire o’er immortals: he to them
Due honours portion’d with an equal hand.
First as a bride the Monarch of the gods
[233]Led Metis: her o’er deities and men
Vers’d in all knowledge. But when now the time
Was full, that she should bear [234]the blue-eyed maid