Sole Positive of Night! Antipathist of Light! Fate's only essence! primal scorpion rod— The one permitted opposite of God!— Condensed blackness and abysmal storm Compacted to one sceptre Arms the Grasp enorm— The Interceptor— The Substance that still casts the shadow Death!— The Dragon foul and fell— The unrevealable, And hidden one, whose breath Gives wind and fuel to the fires of Hell!— Ah! sole despair Of both th'eternities in Heaven! Sole interdict of all-bedewing prayer, The all-compassionate! Save to the Lampads Seven Reveal'd to none of all th'Angelic State, Save to the Lampads Seven, That watch the throne of Heaven!
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