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IV.
Strong were the wrathful gods—the strife was dire:
 From glittering shield and helm and baldrick brave,
Their clashing javelins strewed the winds with fire;
 In onset swift they trode the frothing wave—
 Till highest heaven an echoing clamor gave,
And Zeus, monarch of the gods, arose:
 Down darkened steeps his dreadful bolts he drave—
They shook the brooding mists with sundering throes,
And, crashing, smote apart the fierce, unvanquished foes.

V.
From pale recoil immortal brows they reared,
 In all the pride of majesty divine:
Howbeit their Titan minions fled afeared—
 Deep caves received them and the boundless brine,
 Whose tides, receding, sought their past confine;
Volcano-springs their fiery rivers stayed;