Of gold, flew upward on the winged horse:
And left beneath him earth, mother of flocks,
And soar’d to heaven’s immortals: and there dwells
In palaces of Jove, and to the god
Deep-counsell’d bears the bolt and arrowy flame.
Chrysaor with Callirhöe, blending love,
Nymph of sonorous ocean, [176]Geryon rose,
Three headed form: him the strong Hercules
Despoil’d of life among his hoof-cloven herds
On Erythia, girdled by the wave: