("[Greek: Toiaun autôn,--nuktos ophthalmos prepei]"--Lines 380-386.)
"... Frowning he speaks, and shakes
The dark crest streaming o'er his shaded helm
In triple wave; whilst dreadful ring around
The brazen bosses of his shield, impress'd
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With his proud argument:--'A sable sky
Burning with stars; and in the midst full orb'd
A silver moon;'--the eye of night o'er all,
Awful in beauty, forms her peerless light."