In urns, and altars round,

A drear and dying sound

[Affrights the flamens] at their service quaint;

And [the chill marble seems to sweat], 195

While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat.

XXII.

[Peor and Baälim]

Forsake their temples dim,

With [that twice-battered god of Palestine];

And [mooned Ashtaroth], 200