"Spare, priestess," cried Deiphobus, "thy wrath; I will depart, and fill the tale, and hide In darkness.

Thou, with happier fates, go forth, Our glory."-- Sudden, from the Dardan's side He fled.

Back looked AEneas, and espied Broad bastions, girt with triple wall, that frowned Beneath a rock to leftward, and the tide Of torrent Phlegethon, that flamed around, And made the beaten rocks rebellow with the sound.
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In front, a massive gateway threats the sky, And posts of solid adamant upstay An iron tower, firm-planted to defy All force, divine or human.

Night and day, Sleepless Tisiphone defends the way, Girt up with bloody garments.