CLXXXI.

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And Monarchs tremble in their Capitals, The oak Leviathans,[547] whose huge ribs make[qg] Their clay creator the vain title take Of Lord of thee, and Arbiter of War-- These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.[548]