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He lights--if it were land that ever burn'd With solid, as the lake with liquid fire, And such appear'd in hue as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side Of thund'ring Ætna, whose combustible And fuell'd entrails, thence conceiving fire, Sublim'd with mineral fury, aid the winds, -John Milton, Paradise Lost: Book I, 1667 |