"As we rowed on, and nearer to the mainland,/at one end of the bay, we saw a cavern/ yawning above the water, screened with laurel,/and many rams and goats"(80-83).
"He left his rams/ and he-goats in the yard outside, and swung/ high overhead a slab of solid rock/ to close the cave"(141-144).
You stupid cyclopes.
"The pike of olive, green though it had been,/reddened and glowed as if about to catch./I drew it from the coals and my four fellows/ gave me a hand, lugging it near the Cyclops's/ more than natural force nerved them; straight/forward they sprinted, lifted it, and rammed it/ deep in his crater eye"(286-292).
"The master stroked each ram, then let it pass,/but my men riding on the pectoral fleece/ the giant’s blind hands blundering never found/"(352-354).
"Why bait the beast again? Let him alone!/ That tidal wave he made on the first throw/ all but beached us"(408-410).
"We made our feast on mutton and sweet wine,/ till after sunset in the gathering dark/ we went to sleep above the wash of ripples"(475-477).
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