King of immortals. Swiftly grew the strength
And hardy limbs of that same kingly babe:
And when the great year had fulfill’d its round,
Gigantic Saturn, wily as he was,
Yet foil’d by Earth’s considerate craft, and quell’d
By his son’s arts and strength, released his race:
The stone he first disgorged, the last devour’d:
This Jove on earth’s broad surface firmly fix’d
At Pythos the divine, in the deep cleft
Of high Parnassus: [200]to succeeding times