ce more that Polyphemus, and those jaws
"With human gore o'erflowing; if I deem
"This ship to me than Ithaca less dear;
"And less AEneaes than my sire esteem.
"For how too grateful can I be to him,
"Though all to him I give? Can I e'er be
"Unthankful or forgetful? That I speak,
"And breathe, and view the heavens and glorious sun
"He gave: that in the Cyclops' jaws my life
"Was clos'd not; that when now the vital spark
"Me quits, I may be properly intomb'd,
"Not in the monster's entrails. Heavens! what thoughts
"Possess'd my mind, (unless by pallid dread
"Of sense and thought bereft) when, left behind,
"I saw you push to sea. Loud had I call'd,
"But fear'd my cries would guide to me the foe.
"Ulysses' clamor near your ship destroy'd.
"I saw the monster, when a mighty rock,
"Torn from a mountain's summit, in the waves
"He flung: I saw him when with giant arm
"Huge stones he hurl'd, with such impetuous force,
"As though an engine sent them. Fear'd I long,
"Lest or the stones or waves the bark would sink;
"Forgetful then that not on board was I.
"But when you 'scap'd from cruel death, by flight,
"Then did he madly rave indeed; and roam'd
"All Etna o'er; and grop'd amid the woods;
"Depriv'd of sight he stumbles on the rocks;
"And stretching to the sea his horrid arms,
"Blacken'd with gore, he execrates the Greeks;
"And thus exclaims;--O! would some lucky chance
"Restore Ulysses to me, or restore
"One of his comrades, who might glut my rage;
"Whose entrails I might gorge; whose living limbs
"My hand might rend; whose blood might sluice my throat;
"And mangled members tremble in my teeth.
"O! then how light, and next to none the curse
"Of sight bereft.--Raging, he this and more
"Fierce utter'd. I, with pallid dread o'ercome,
"Beheld his face still flowing down with blood;
"The orb of light depriv'd; his ruthless hands;
"His giant members; and his shaggy beard,
"Clotted with human gore. Death to my eyes
"Was obvious, yet was death my smallest dread.
"Now seiz'd I thought me; thought him now prepar'd
"T'inclose my mangled bowels in his own:
"And to my mind recurr'd the time I saw
"Two of my comrades' bodies furious dash'd
"Repeated on the earth: he, o'er them stretcht
"Prone, like a shaggy lion, in his maw
"Their flesh, their entrails, their yet-quivering limbs,
"Their marrow, and cranch'd bones, greedy ingulf'd.