Again the restless orb his toil renews,

Dust mounts in clouds, and sweat descends in dews.

Now I the strength of Hercules behold,

A towering spectre of gigantic mould,

A shadowy form! for high in heaven's abodes

Himself resides, a god among the gods;

There in the bright assemblies of the skies.

He nectar quaffs, and Hebe crowns his joys.

Here hovering ghosts, like fowl, his shade surround,

And clang their pinions with terrific sound;

Gloomy as night he stands, in act to throw

The aerial arrow from the twanging bow.

Around his breast a wondrous zone is roll'd,

Where woodland monsters grin in fretted gold;

There sullen lions sternly seem to roar,

The bear to growl to foam the tusky boar;

There war and havoc and destruction stood,

And vengeful murder red with human blood.

Thus terribly adorned the figures shine,

Inimitably wrought with skill divine.

The mighty good advanced with awful look,

And, turning his grim visage, sternly spoke:

'O exercise in grief! by arts refined;

O taught to bear the wrongs of base mankind!

The Odyssey of Homer