Chapter 319 of 372 · 56 words · ~1 min read

LII.

Then Satan turned and waved his swarthy hand, Which stirred with its electric qualities Clouds farther off than we can understand, Although we find him sometimes in our skies; Infernal thunder shook both sea and land In all the planets--and Hell's batteries Let off the artillery, which Milton mentions As one of Satan's most sublime inventions.[524]