"Evoë" phrensying loud, with heads at "Evoë" rolling.
Brandisht some of the maids their thyrsi sheathèd of spear-point,
Some snatcht limbs and joints of sturlings rended to pieces,
These girt necks and waists with writhing bodies of vipers,
Those wi' the gear enwombed in crates dark orgies ordainèd—
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Orgies that ears prophane must vainly lust for o'er hearing—
Others with palms on high smote hurried strokes on the cymbal,
Or from the polisht brass woke thin-toned tinkling music,
While from the many there boomed and blared hoarse blast of the horn-trump,