Those, starry-ey’d Athenè’s might,
And savage Terror and Affright,
And Strife, insatiate of wars,
The sister and the mate of Mars:
Strife, that, a pigmy at her birth,
By gathering rumour fed,
Soon plants her feet upon the earth,
And in the heav’n her head.
I add my own rendering of the same; somewhat corrected, but only in the direction of my own principles and against Arnold’s.
As when the surges of the deep, by Western blore uphoven,