"The pilot smote his breast; the watchman cried/ Land% And his voice in faltering accents died./ At once the fury of the crew was quelled;/ and (whence or why from many an age withheld)/ shrieks, not of men, were mingling in the blast;/ and armed shapes of godlike stature passed./ Slowly along the evening sky they went,/ as on the edge of some vast battlement:/ helmet and shield, and spear and gonfalon,/ streaming a baleful light that was not of the sun." From Rogers's "Voyage of Columbus," Canto II. [P. 14.]
Catalogue of Pictures, Statuary, and Bronzes in the Gallery of Joseph Harrison, Jr., Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia. 1870.