Stick fast, and hang upon the ledge.

Up spring With shouts the sailors, clamorous at delay, And snatch the crushed oars from the waves, and bring Sharp poles and steel-tipt boathooks, and essay To thrust the forepart from the rocks away.
Brave Mnestheus sees and, glorying in his gain, Invokes the winds.

With oarsmen in array His swift bark, urged with many a stalwart strain, Shoots down the sloping tide, and wins the open main.
XXIX.

Like as a pigeon, startled from her rest, Swift from the crannies of the rock, where clings Her heart's desire, the darlings of her nest, Darts forth and, scared with terror, flaps her wings, Then, gliding smoothly, in the soft air swings, And skims her liquid passage through the skies On pinions motionless.

So Mnestheus springs, So springs the Shark; her impulse, as she flies, Cleaving the homeward seas, the wanting wings supplies.
XXX.