His eyes, the sullen dens of death and night,
Startle the dull air with a dismal red;
Such his fell glances as the fatal light
Of staring comets, that look kingdoms dead.
From his black nostrils and blue lips, in spite
Of hell’s own stink, a worser stench is spread.
His breath hell’s lightning is; and each deep groan
Disdains to think that heaven thunders alone.
His flaming eyes’ dire exhalation
Unto a dreadful pile gives fiery breath;