Imagined in his pride that Asian vain,
Xerxes,—but ere he turn’d from Salamis
Flying through the blood-red waves in one poor bark,
Retarded by thick-weltering carcasses.
Nor[9] yet that elder work (if work it were,
Not fable) raised upon the Phrygian shore,
(Where lay the fleet confederate against Troy,
A thousand ships behind the vasty mole
All shelter’d) could with this compare, though built
It seem’d, of greatness worthy to create