He on his impious foes right onward drove, Gloomy as night. Under his burning wheels The steadfast empyrean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God. Full soon Among them he arrived, in his right hand Grasping ten thousand thunders,which he sent Before him, such as in their souls infixed plagues. |
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