Page:Lewesdon Hill, a poem (IA lewesdonhillpoem00crowiala).pdf/27

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
LEWESDON HILL.
17
Resistless Alexander, when he castThe strong foundations of that high-raised moundDeep in the hostile waves, his martial way;Built on before him up to sea-girt Tyre.[1]Nor aught so bold, so vast, so wonderful,At Athos or the fetter'd Hellespont,Imagined in his pride that Asian vain,Xerxes,—but ere he turn'd from SalamisFly'ing through the blood-red waves in one poor bark,Retarded by thick-weltering carcasses.[2]Nor yet that elder work (if work it were,Not fable) raised upon the Phrygian shore,(Where lay the fleet confederate against Troy,A thousand ships behind the vasty moleAll shelter'd) could with this compare, though builtIt seem'd, of greatness worthy to createEnvy in the immortals; and at lastNot overthrown without th' embattled aidOf angry Neptune. So may He once moreRise from his troubled bed, and send his waves,
  1. ↑ Juv. Sat. X. v. 173. 186.
  2. ↑ Hom. Il. VII. v. 436. 463. et Il. XII. v. 1, 33.

Urged

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.