Then rose a monstrous yell; All Ocean shudders and her waves upswell; Far off, Italia trembles with the roar, And AEtna groans through many a winding cell, And trooping to the call the Cyclops pour From wood and lofty hill, and crowding fill the shore.
LXXXVI.

"We see them scowling impotent, the band Of AEtna, towering to the stars above, An awful conclave! Tall as oaks they stand, Or cypresses--the lofty trees of Jove, Or cone-clad guardians of Diana's grove.
Fain were we then, in agony of fear, To shake the canvas to the winds, and rove At random; natheless, we obey the seer, Who past those fatal rocks had warned us not to steer, LXXXVII.

"Where Scylla here, and there Charybdis lies, And death lurks double.

Backward we essay Our course, when lo, from out Pelorus flies The North-Wind, sent to waft us on our way.
We pass the place where, mingling with the spray, Through narrow rocks Pantagia's stream outflows; We see low-lying Thapsus and the bay Of Megara.

These shores the suppliant shows, Known from the time he shared his wandering chieftain's woes.
LXXXVIII.