... I care not if we break our ship's side in so sure an anchorage, if once we land.” While Tarchon urged them thus, the crews bent all together to their blades and sped their foaming barks to Latium 's plain, till each beak gripped the sand and every keel lay on dry land unscathed:—all save thine own, O Tarchon! dashed upon a sand-bar, she! Long poised upon the cruel ridge she hung, ti...