With eyes oblique retorted, that aslant
Shot gleaming flame: his hollow jaw was fill’d
Dispersedly with jagged fangs of white,
Grim, unapproachable. And next above
The dragon’s forehead fell, stern Strife in air
Hung hovering, and array’d the war of men:
Haggard; whose aspect from all mortals reft
All mind and soul; whoe’er in brunt of arms
Should match their strength, and face the son of Jove.
Below this earth their spirits to th’ abyss