“His legs bestrid the ocean; his reared arm/ crested the world: his voice was propertied/ as all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;/ but when he meant to quail and shake the orb, / he was a rattling thunder. For his bounty, / there was no winter in’t: an autumn ‘twas/ that grew the more by reaping. His delights/ were dolphinlike, they showed his back above/ the element they lived in. In
“His legs bestrid the ocean; his reared arm/ crested the world: his voice was propertied/ as all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;/ but when he meant to quail and shake the orb, / he was a rattling thunder. For his bounty, / there was no winter in’t: an autumn ‘twas/ that grew the more by reaping. His delights/ were dolphinlike, they showed his back above/ the element they lived in. In