Athwart the current swam, with arms and all, As if by corks upborn, the cavalier.
Though thou Antaeus bred'st, and Hannibal, O Africa! thou never bred'st his peer!-- When now across the stream, without the wall, He turned, and saw the royal town appear, -- To have traversed all the city moved his ire, Leaving it undestroyed by sword or fire;