Three shatter’d Gallies the strong Southern Blast
On hidden Rocks, with dreadful Fury, cast;
Th’ Italians call them Altars, when they stood
Sublime, and heav’d their Backs above the Flood.
Three more, fierce Eurus on the Syrtes threw150
From the main Sea, and (terrible to view)
He dash’d, and left the Vessels, on the Land,
Intrench’d with Mountains of surrounding Sand.
Struck by a Billow, in the Hero’s view,
From Prow to Stern the shatter’d Galley flew155
Which bore Orontes, and the Lycian Crew:
Swept off the Deck, the Pilot, from the Ship,
Stun’d by the Stroke, shot headlong down the Deep:
The Vessel, by the Surge tost round and round,
Sunk, in the whirling Gulf devour’d and drown’d.160
Some from the dark Abyss emerge again;
Arms, Planks, and Treasures, float along the Main.
And now thy Ship, Ilioneus, gives Way,
Nor thine, Achates, can resist the Sea;
Nor
