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Dreadful awhile she shone all fiery red,
795 My venturous bark the troubled deep shall try, To thy with'd port her plunging prow fall ply, Unless the feas resolve to beat us by.
He spoke ; and spread his canvas to the wind, Unmoor'd his boat, and left the shore behind. 800 Swift flew the nimble keel; and as they past, Long trails of light the shooting meteors cast; Ev'n the fix'd fires above in motion seem, Shake through the blast, and dart a quivering beam ; Black horrors on the gloomy ocean brood, And in long ridges rolls the threatening flood'; While loud and louder murmuring winds arise, And growl from every quarter of the skies. When thus the trembling master, pale with fear, Behold what wrath the dreadful gods prepare ; 810 My art is at a loss; the various tide Beats my unstable bark on every side : From the north-west the setting current swells, While southern storms the driving rack foretels. 814
Howe'er it be, our purpos'd way is lost,
820 And reach, while yet we may, the neighbouring shore.
But Cæsar, still superior to distress, Fearless, and confident of fure success, Thus to the pilot loud-The feas despise; And the vain threatening of the noisy skies. Though gods deny thee yon Ausonian strand'; Yet, go, I charge thee, go at my commandi Thy ignorance alone can cause thy fears, Thou know'st not what a freight thy vellel bears ; Thou know'st not I am he, to whom ’tis given 830 Never to want the care of watchful heaven. Obedient fortune waits my humble thrall, And always ready comes before I call. Let winds, and seas, loud wars at freedom wage, And waste upon themselves their empty rage; A stronger, mightier Dæmon is thy friend, Thou, and thy bark, on Cæsar's fate depend. Thou stand'st amaz'd to view this dreadful scene; And wonder'st what the gods and fortune mean! But artfully their bounties thus they raise',
840 And from my dangers arrogate new praise;Amidst the fears of death they bid me live, And still inhance what they are sure to give. Then leave yon fhore behind with all thy haste, Nor shall this idle fury longer last.
Thy keel auspicious Mall the storm appease,
Thus while in vaunting words the leader spoke;
the waves, and scoops the loweit sand. Nor Eurus then, I ween, was left to dwell, Nor showery Notus in th’ Æolian cell ;
870 But each from every fide, his power to boast, Rang’d his proud forces, to defend his coast. Equal in might, alike they strive in vain, While in the midst the feas unmou'd remain : In lesser wars they yield to stormy heaven, And captive waves to other deeps are driven ;
The Tyrrhene billows dash Ægean shores,
Nor was that gloom the common shade of night, The friendly darkness, that relieves the light; 900 But fearful, black, and horrible to tell, A murky vapour breath'd from yawning hell: So thick the mingling seas and clouds were hung, Scarce could the struggling lightning gleam along. Through nature's frame the dire convulsion struck, 905 Heaven groan’d, the labouring pole and axis shook :
Uproar, and Chaos old, prevail'd again,
925 But, lo! the storm itself assistance lends, While one assaults, another wave defends : This lays the sidelong alder on the main, And that restores the leaning bark again. Obedient to the mighty winds she plies,
93 Now seeks the depths, and now invades the skies į There born aloft, the apprehends no more, Or shoaly Safon, or Theffalia's fhore; High hills she dreads, and promontories now, And fears to touch Ceraunia's airy brow.
935 At length the universal wreck appear'd, To Cæfar's self, ev'n worthy to be fear'd.