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 Reverts. Then stalk'd along the giant form Of proud, on his crowned brow Sate Desolation, and his pityless frown Dispeopled countries: him behind a train Loathly and horrible, of nameless fiends Outnumbering locusts. Last, as fill'd with fear ever-watchful clos'd the train: Pale meagre spectre, ribb'd with iron plates, Sleepless, and fearful of the friendly meal, Worn out with anxious vigilance of life.


 * These at the palace meet, there, porter fit,

for ever his sad vigils kept, His heart the viper's feast: worn down his face, If face it were when scarce the shrivell'd skin Wrap'd o'er the bone, proclaim'd the gnawing pang: Inly he groan'd, or starting wildly, shriek'd, Aye as the fabric tottering from its base Threaten'd destruction, tho' oft announc'd withheld, Tho' still withheld, expected. These