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And bide the tempest here. But when the wavesShall dash my rait in pieces, I will swim,For nothing better will remain to do." As he revolved this purpose in his mind,Earth-shaking Neptune sent a mighty wave,Horrid, and huge, and high, and where he satIt smote him. As a violent wind upliftsThe dry chaff heaped upon a threshing floor,And sends it scattered through the air abroad,So did that wave fling loose the ponderous beams.To one of these, Ulysses, clinging fast,Bestrode it, like a horseman on his steed;And now he took the garments off, bestowedBy fair Calypso, binding round his breastThe veil, and forward plunged into the deep,With palms outspread, prepared to swim. Meanwhile,Neptune beheld him, Neptune, mighty king,And shook his head, and said within himself,
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