Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER V. The monarch of the trident moist now heard The prayers of Apollo, listening With tender soul and heart to mildness tuned. His eye he cast about, his feet to the waves He gave; and ere him the poets descried, In a moment upward raised to heaven his eyes. He now, through passages hidden and occult, Below the ship's level did cower down, And traitorous trick played he to his heart's content. With his trident struck he right into the hole Of the hollow vessel, and the vacuum fills With th' acrid rill of a most copious stream. Admonished of the danger, th' air sends forth A noise confused, from whence resulted eke Thousands of others which form fears and pains. By slow degrees the unfortunate vessel is In the deep bowels of the azure main Concealed, which buries so many souls at once. The cries mount up through the divisible air, Of those unfortunate souls, who heavily pant, To witness their inevitable end. They vault and mount to the rigging, and spy out Which in the vessel is the highest place; And there do many cling and quick retire; Confusion, fear, surprise The sensitive, Greatly disturbed, guessing intuitively That from this world to the other the leap is short, Conjecturing nor art nor remedy, But each believing his own fate to stay, Instinctively resolve to swim for it. In this way many plunge into the sea, Where from the puddle of the bank leap frogs, When fear or any noise notice implies. The white waves, cleft asunder, gape outright; Stroke after stroke follows, both legs and arms; And though they weak are, and incompetent, And in the midst of such embarrassments, Their eyesights settle on the bank beloved, Embraces infinite wishing to give. ...