And every ship was wildly rowed in fight,
All that composed the Persian armament.
And they, as men spear tunnies,[[39]] or a haul
Of other fishes, with the shafts of oars,
Or spars of wrecks went smiting, cleaving down;
And bitter groans and wailings overspread
The wide sea-waves, till eye of swarthy night
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Bade it all cease: and for the mass of ills,
Not, though my tale should run for ten full days,