...echoing groan the thickets brown, Then rustling, crackling, crashing thunder down. Pope again says, When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves The rough rock roars; tumultuous boil the waves. The efforts of a dull author are thus suggested by the same poet: Just writes to make his barreness...

...through the rocks, appall'd with deep dismay, We bend our course, and stem the desperate way; Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms, And here Charybdis fills the deep with storms. When the tide rushing from her rumbling caves, The rough rock roars, tumultuous boil the waves; They toss, they foam,...

...the rocks, appall'd with deep dismay, We bend our course, and stem the desperate way ; Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms ; And here Charybdis...They toss, they foam, a wild confusion raise, Like water bubbling o'er the fiery blaze ; Eternal mists obscure the aerial plain, And high across the rocks...

...Headlong. Deep echoing groan the thickets brown, Then rustling, crackling, crashing, thunder down." " When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves, The rough rock roars ; tumultuous boil the waves." " But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar."...