Were mingled terror and despair.
Even as they came, the distant bell
Again proclaimed its solemn knell;
Eleven deep sounds, which, one by one,
Through every shuddering bosom run.
The night grew light, and on the skies
Each one in wonder fixed his eyes,
And saw, encircled with his rays,
Cold Saturn, like a comet, blaze.
Saturn, who on the zenith stood,