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Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.

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Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

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To compare Great things with small.[230-1]

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O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.

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With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

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So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.

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And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.

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Hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born.

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The rising world of waters dark and deep.

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Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers.

_Paradise Lost.