Palʹinuʹrus (in English, Palinure)

“Oh! think how to his [Pitt’s] latest day,

When death, just hovering, claimed his prey,

With Palinure’s unaltered mood,

Firm at his dangerous post he stood;

Each call for needful rest repelled,

With dying hand the rudder held,

Till in his fall with fateful sway

The steerage of the realm gave way.”