Paradise Lost: Illustrations by Gustave Doré

 

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Book II, 947–950

...So eagerly the Fiend
O’er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way,
And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
•Book II, 947–950