Note 136 — DANTE.[1] (continued 2)
F. J. (Frederick John) Church translation
When lo! like Mars, in aspect fiery red Seen through the vapour, when the morn is nigh Far in the west above the briny bed, So (might I once more see it) o'er the sea A light approach'd with such rapidity, Flies not the bird that might its equal be.—Wright.