Nations of all sorts of men from Asia's boundaries coming,1 And a place is pointed out on the shore, with sea sand all about it, which supplies from its depths a dark ashen powder, apparently the product of fire, and here they are thought to have burned their wrecks and dead bodies.
Sons of the Athenians once, here on this arm of the sea,
Whelmed in a battle of ships, and the host of the Medes was destroyed;
These are the tokens thereof, built for the Maid Artemis.
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1 Bergk, Poet. Lyr. Graeci, iii.4 p. 480.
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