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208 Of Athamantid Helle passed,

What time their many-bolted way

On the sea's neck, as servile yoke, they cast.

Thus the fierce king, who holds command

O'er populous Asia, drives through all the land,

In twofold armament, his flock divine,

Land troops, and these who stem the brine;

Strong in his stalwart captains, he

Of gold-born race the god-like progeny.

From eyes like deadly dragon's, flashing a lurid gleam,

With men and galleys countless, driving his Syrian car,

'Gainst spear-famed men he leadeth his arrow-puissant war.