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One circle ended Phoebus all aglow, and on a second entered, when appearèd in the far offing, sailing sure and slow, two hulls by gently-breathing Zephyrs steerèd:
And, as they must be manned by Moorish foe our Squadron veering soon her prizes nearèd: This one that fearèd fearful ills to brave ran straight ashore her crew thereon to save.