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ATLANTIS.
XIII.As when some strong wind smites an ocean's verge, And buffets back the rage of rising tides,And haling swell o'er swell and surge o'er surge, (Afleck with foam down all their reeking sides;) On vaulting waves majestically rides—So swept Athena's hosts, their strength unshorn, Wild with the call of clarion-sounding guides:So hurled her foes in headlong flight forlorn,Triumphant o'er them rode and laughed their power to scorn!
XIV.So perished all their glory! in the vales, Like new-mown flowers, the fallen heroes lay;Gules on the breast and down their shining mails, As each his beauteous being gasped away: Nor trampling steed nor legion might affrayTheir dying eyes, slow-turning toward the West;
