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12 Three shatter’d Gallies the strong Southern Blast On hidden Rocks, with dreadful Fury, cast; Th’ call them Altars, when they stood Sublime, and heav’d their Backs above the Flood. Three more, fierce on the  threw From the main Sea, and (terrible to view) He dash’d, and left the Vessels, on the Land, Intrench’d with Mountains of surrounding Sand. Struck by a Billow, in the Hero’s view, From Prow to Stern the shatter’d Galley flew Which bore, and the Lycian Crew: Swept off the Deck, the Pilot, from the Ship, Stun’d by the Stroke, shot headlong down the Deep: The Vessel, by the Surge tost round and round, Sunk, in the whirling Gulf devour’d and drown’d. Some from the dark Abyss emerge again; Arms, Planks, and Treasures, float along the Main. And now thy Ship,, gives Way, Nor thine,, can resist the Sea; Nor