Book ii

. Line 704._

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 707._

Their fatal hands No second stroke intend.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 712._

Hell Grew darker at their frown.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 719._

I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 787._

Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 803._

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 845._

On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.

_Paradise Lost.