CIII.

Those grand heroics acted as a spell; The Angels stopped their ears and plied their pinions; The Devils ran howling, deafened, down to Hell; The ghosts fled, gibbering, for their own dominions-- (For 'tis not yet decided where they dwell, And I leave every man to his opinions); Michael took refuge in his trump--but, lo! His teeth were set on edge, he could not blow!