To meet their lord and emperor of hell.
Then they return’d, their messages to tell.
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Forth came the mighty host, great in their speed
(Their fiery horses panting for the deed):
And all sent on swift-wingèd, prong-like darts,
Which bore the numbers of their brazen carts:
’Twould take a day to count the numbers o’er:
At length they advance with a continuous roar,
Dividing as they sped the sulph’ral air,