Then Pluto look’d about the torrid space,
Stepp’d in his chariot with a kingly grace,
And rais’d his beam, full half a ton in weight:
When (pointing to his own imperial seat,
Which stood upon a mount encompass’d round
By awful chasms and unstable ground,)
He gave the word—the trumpets shook the vast
With the outpourings of their mighty blast!
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The clouds divided, and the train pass’d through;