“The god looked out upon the troubled deep
Waked into tumult from its placid sleep”

—  Oliver Wendell Holmes

"Translation From The Æneid, Book I" written while at Phillips Academy, Andover, Massachusetts (c. 1824).
Context: The god looked out upon the troubled deep
Waked into tumult from its placid sleep;
The flame of anger kindles in his eye
As the wild waves ascend the lowering sky;
He lifts his head above their awful height
And to the distant fleet directs his sight.

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Poet, essayist, physician 1809–1894

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