What time those oxen ample-brow’d he drove
To sacred Tyrinth, the broad ocean frith
Once past: and Orthrus, the grim herd-dog, stretch’d
Lifeless; and in their murky den beyond
The billows of the long-resounding deep,
The keeper of those herds, Eurytion, slain.
Another monster Ceto bare anon
[177]In the deep-hollow’d cavern of a rock:
Stupendous nor in shape resembling aught
Of human or of heavenly; the divine