CXL And smiting twice or thrice his horrid front, Raising as high as he could raise in air His dagger, buried it in Rodomont; And freed himself withal from further care. Loosed from the more than icy corse, to font Of fetid Acheron, and hell's foul repair, The indignant spirit fled, blaspheming loud; Erewhile on earth so haughty and so proud.
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