And walk the plains like skeletons of death,
Imparting oaths at each receding breath;
Whose tongues hang down upon their fleshless breasts,
And waste their foam like over-burthen’d beasts.
But there were, also, those grandees of state;
And in their midst that mighty Autocrat,
The Governor of all therein; and he
Unbarr’d the gate of immortality:
While Vulcan, in attendance on the god,
Had watch’d his master, and observed his nod: