At their full stretch, and shook the floating reins.
Rebounding from the ground with many a shock
Flew clattering the firm cars, and creak’d aloud
The naves of the round wheels. They therefore toil’d
Endless: nor conquest yet at any time
Achiev’d they, but a doubtful strife maintain’d.
In the mid-course the prize, a tripod huge,
Was placed in open sight; and it was carved
In gold: the skilful Vulcan’s glorious craft.
Rounding the uttermost verge [268]the ocean flow’d