The sister-fiends, their brands, held forth to fight,

Now clash, then part, and shed a transient light.”

“Again behold the brothers! When the fire Pervades their limbs in many a curling spire, The vast hill trembles, and the intruder’s corse Is driven from the pile with sudden force. The flames, dividing at the point, ascend, And at each other adverse rays extend. Thus when the ruler of the infernal state, Pale-visaged Dis, commits to stern debate The sister-fiends, their brands, held forth to fight, Now clash, then part, and shed a transient light.”

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