The panic runs, and into wond’rous shapes
The appearance throws: armies in meet array,
Thronged with aerial spears and steeds of fire;
Till the long lines of full-extended war
In bleeding fight commixt, the sanguine flood
Rolls a broad slaughter o’er the plains of heaven.
As thus they scan the visionary scene,
On all sides swells the superstitious din.
Incontinent; and busy frenzy talks
Of blood and battle; cities overturned,