pull of the oars and by the three-fanged beaks.
On to the deep! you would deem that uprooted Cyclades
were swimming the sea, or that tall hills were meeting hills
in battle; such the giant effort, with which the warriors
urge on their tower-crowned ships. From the hand is 25
scattered a shower of flaming tow and flying steel: the
plains of Neptune redden with unwonted carnage. In the
midst of them the queen is cheering on her forces with
the timbrel of her native land; casting as yet no glance on
the twin-born snakes that threaten her rear. There are 30