For Fate of old, by the high Gods' decree,
Prevailed, and on the Persians laid this task,
Wars with the crash of towers,
And set the surge of horsemen in array,
And the fierce sack that lays a city low.
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But now they learnt to look on ocean plains,[[16]]
The wide sea hoary with the violent blast,
Waxing o'er confident