Untamed he stood; the stern aërial war
Had marked his honest face with many a scar;
Meanwhile Arion, traversing the waist, }
The cordage of the leeward-guns unbraced, }
And pointed crows beneath the metal placed. }
Watching the roll, their forelocks they withdrew,
And from their beds the reeling cannon threw;
Then, from the windward battlements unbound,
Rodmond’s associates wheeled th’ artillery round;
Pointed with iron fangs, their bars beguile