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And pealed their shouts incessant through the gloom, With clamour wounding the dull ear of Night, Till as in churchyards peopled grows each tomb To midnight wanderers, rose their souls to fright Infernal Phantoms! On each towering height Seemed demons sprung with torches from their den, Their footsteps to mislead with Hellish light; Till Morning rose, and showed the mount and glen All strewn with faces wan and worn and wearied men.