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 In the Cilician caves, a grisly fiend

With heads five-score, how he was quell'd amain,

Tempestuous Typhon. All the banded gods

He dared to battle, from prodigious jowls

Hissing terrific, while his eyes display'd

Glare of great lightnings, so as he would storm

By force Heaven's high supremacy, but soon

The bolt of Zeus that sleeps not found him out,

The downward-ruining thunder, quick with flame,

And reft him at a clap from all his vaunts

And swelling bravery. Full amidst it took him,

And charr'd, and blasted all his strength to nothing.

And now, a useless body unstrung, he lies

Hard by a narrow passage of the seas,

Under the roots of Etna crushed and cramm'd,

While over him, high on the peak, Hephaistos

Sits at his forge-work. Thence one day shall burst

Rivers of fire, with fierce jaws ravening up

The golden- fruited sweet Sicilian sward.

Such overflow of fury Typhon still

Shall cast up boiling, in discharges hot