⁠With revel of banquets of horror, when gore
⁠From men's limbs dripped that their fierce teeth tore.
V.⁠Over eddies of Hebrus silvery-coiling
⁠He passed to the great work yet to be done,
In the tasks of the lord of Mycenæ toiling;
By the surf mid the Maliac reefs ever boiling,
⁠And by founts of Anaurus, he journeyed on, ⁠390
⁠Till the shaft from his string did the death-challenge sing
⁠Unto Kyknus the guest-slayer, Amphanæ's king,
⁠Who gave welcome to none.
(Ant. 2)
VI.⁠To the Song-maids he came, to the Garden enfolden
⁠In glory of sunset, to pluck, where they grew
Mid the fruit-laden frondage the apples golden:
⁠And the flame-hued dragon, the warder that drew
⁠All round it his terrible spires, he slew.
VII.⁠Through the rovers' gorges seaward-gazing ⁠400
⁠He sought; and thereafter in peace might roam
All mariners plying the oars swift-racing:
VIII.⁠And he came to the mansion of Atlas, and placing
⁠His arms outstretched 'neath the sky's mid-dome,
⁠By his might he upbore the firmament's floor,
⁠And the palace with splendour of stars fretted o'er,
⁠The Immortals' home.
(Str. 3)
IX.⁠On the Amazon hosts upon war-steeds riding
⁠By the shores of Mæotis, the river-meads green,
⁠He fell; for the surges of Euxine he cleft. ⁠410