Cut sheer: then cast behind him far away.
They not in vain escaped his hold: for Earth
Received the blood-drops, and as years roll’d round
Teem’d with strong furies and with giants huge,
Shining in mail, and grasping in their hands
Protended spears: and wood-nymphs, named of men
Dryads, o’er all th’ immeasurable earth.
So severing, as was said, with edge of steel
The genial spoils, he from the continent
Amidst the many surges of the sea