"To calculate the griesly monster's height, (So measureless is he) exceeds all skill;
Of fungus-hue, in place of orbs of sight, Their sockets two small bones like berries fill.
Towards us, as I say, he speeds outright Along the shore, and seems a moving hill.
Tusks jutting out like savage swine he shows, A breast with drivel foul, and pointed nose.
