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The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 666._

Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 681._

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 699._

So spake the grisly Terror.

_Paradise Lost.