Of glorious conquest; nor till night’s dun shades
Involve the sky, the doubtful conflict ends.
Thus, when rebellion shook the thrones of heaven,
And all th’ eternal powers in battle met,
High o’er the rest, with vast gigantic strides,
The god-like leaders, on th’ embattled plain,
Came towering, breathing forth revenge and fate:
Nor less terrific joined the inferior hosts
Of angel-warriors, when encountering hills
Tore the rent concave—flashing with the blaze