Or shak’st the rigid pinions of the north,
Diffusest life and vigour thro’ the tracts
Of air, thro’ earth, and ocean’s deep domain. 10
When thro’ the blue serenity of heav’n
Thy power approaches, all the wasteful host
Of pain and sickness, squallid and deform’d,
Confounded sink into the loathsom gloom,
Where in deep Erebus involv’d the fiends 15
Grow more profane. Whatever shapes of death,
Shook from the hideous chambers of the globe,