Gierusalemme Soggettita, La - Part 38

Like some tall rock which overhangs the deep,
Injecting horrour on the surge below;
'Gainst which the waves eternal combat keep,
'Gainst which the stormy winds unceasing blow;
But strive in vain to work its overthrow:
Thus mighty Saladin unmoved stands,
And mocks the fury of his angry foe;
The flaming faulchion lightens in his hands,
And seems Jove's thunderbolt to crush the giant bands.
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