The ravening throats licked the whole up; then—
While the monstrous limbs grovelled o’er the den—
Bidding the rivers none re-cross farewell,
The Pair are through the gate, and inside Hell.
The Underworld, an Empire manifold,
Is famed within it two main States to hold;—
For the Damned, and Fiends to torment them, Dis,
The Elysian fields for Saints in bliss.—
But Spirits of the Dead, ere they can come
Before their Judge to be assigned a home