Had all the horrors of the skies combin’d,
And here, to one ill-fated ship opposed,
At once the dreadful magazine disclosed:
And lo! tremendous o’er the deep he springs,
Th’ inflaming sulphur flashing from his wings;
Hark! his strong voice the dismal silence breaks,
Mad Chaos from the chains of death awakes:
Loud, and more loud, the rolling peals enlarge,
And blue on deck the fiery tides discharge;
There all aghast the shivering wretches stood,