At his side Stands--shame to tell it--an Egyptian bride.
See now the fight; prows churn and oar-blades lash The foam.

'Twould seem the Cyclads swim the tide, Torn from his moorings, or the mountains clash, So huge the tower-crowned ships, so terrible the crash.
XCI.

Winged darts are hurled, and flaming tow; the leas Of Neptune redden.

There the queen stands by, And sounds the timbrel for the fray, nor sees The asps behind.

All monsters of the sky With Neptune, Venus, and Minerva vie.
In vain Anubis barks; Mars raves among The combatants; the Furies frown on high.
With mantle rent, glad Discord joins the throng; Behind, with bloody scourge, Bellona stalks along.
XCII.