Where it was plann’d that at a given word
Each instrument of death should fly abroad
At equal distances, directed straight
To meet the foe who dare oppose the fête.
In warlike attitude th’ inferior fiends
Stood all abreast, and facing the west winds,
(Each held a dirk four cubits in the air,
And on their breast were brazen shields of war,)—
Full fifteen rows, each row a yard advanc’d:
And in the rear ten thousand horses pranc’d,