Flew as they plunged, yet did not dip nor reel,
But like a plough that shears the heavy land
Stood on the flood, and back on either hand
O’erturn’d the briny furrow with its keel.
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Behind came Tritons, that their conches blew,
Greenbearded, tail’d like fish, all sleek and stark;
And hippocampi tamed, a bristly crew,
The browzers of old Proteus’ weedy park,
Whose chiefer Mermen brought a shell for boat,