Midst fetid vapours like the fumes of war.
Now as they approach with a most deaf’ning noise—
Sixteen abreast arranged, to counterpoise
The basement of the cloud on which they rode—
The mighty host beheld, beheld their god!
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Meanwhile—the mighty Vulcan (at his works),
And all his host were welding monster dirks
Of brass and steel; and in each point, an eye
Was fixèd to conduct it through the sky,