His foaming horses now he lash'd,

Which, through the boisterous billows, dash'd;

Affrighted at the dismal strain,

Now wildly screeching o'er the main.

The god of ocean's angry wave,

Desirous, only, now, to save

[Pg 13]

Himself from that unearthly screech,

Flew, swift, with might and main, to reach

The portals of the heavenly world,

Whence Ixion, disgraced, was hurl'd;

And there, to gods assembled, tell

What lately, in the sea, befell

The finny tribes, that swim the deep,

Now sunk, perhaps, in endless sleep!

The hosts of heaven, when Neptune came,

With foaming horses, from the main,

Rejoiced to see the briny king,

The golden gates, wide open, fling;

And, anxiously, all beg to know

 Prev. P 13/17 next