There, stretch'd one huge, beneath the rocky mine,
With boiling sulphur fraught, and smouldering fires;
He, the dread delegate of wrath divine,
E'er while that stood o'er Taio's hundred spires
Vindictive; thrice he wav'd th' earth-shaking wand,
Powerful as that the son of Amram bore,
And thrice he rais'd, and thrice he check'd his hand.
He struck the rocking ground, with thund'rous roar
Yawn'd; here from street to street hurries, and there
Now runs, now stops, then shrieks and scours amain,
Staring distraction: many a palace fair,
With millions sinks ingulpht, and pillar'd fane;
Old Ocean's farthest waves confest the shock;
Even Albion trembled conscious on his stedfast rock.