Execute their airy purposes.
... then there was war in heaven. But it was not angels. It was that small golden zeppelin, like a long oval world, high up. It seemed as if the cosmic order were gone, as if there had come a new order, a new heavens above us: and as if the world in anger were trying to revoke it.
But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?
So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend.