ABSTRACT
The Fury heard, while on Cocytus' Brink Her Snakes, unty'd, Sulphureous Waters drink; But at the Summons, roll'd her Eyes around, And snatch'd the starting Serpents from the Ground. Not half so swiftly shoots along in Air The gliding Lightning, or descending Star. Thro' Crouds of Airy Shades she wing'd her Flight, 130 And dark Dominions of the silent Night; Swift as she past, the flitting Ghosts withdrew, And the pale Spectres trembled at her View: To th'Iron Gates of Tcenarus she flies, There spreads her dusky Pinions to the Skies. The Day beheld, and sick'ning at the Sight, Veil'd her fair Glories in the Shades of Night. Affrighted Atlas, on the distant Shore, Trembl'd, and shook the Heav'ns and Gods he bore. Now from beneath Malea's airy Height
134. Tanarus] The southernmost promontory of the Peloponnesus, considered to be one of the gates of Hades.
