That points the spear, and lifts the Gorgon shield,
Breaks from the slimy marsh and swampy plains,
Where proud Benin in triple bulwark reigns.
Call'd by the zenith sun, the putrid band
Spreads its corrosive poisons o'er the land:
Myriads of sprites their gather'd venoms throw,
And acrid arrows fly from ev'ry bow.
Rang'd in broad horror, with extended line,
In dread battallia the grim spectres shine,
Unnumber'd, gory standards wave around,