In one conflagrant blaze. When thus the god
Had quell’d him, thunder-smitten, mangled, prone,
He fell: earth groan’d and shook beneath his weight.
Flame from [229]the lightning-stricken deity
Flash’d, midst the mountain-hollows, rugged, dark,
Where he fell smitten. Broad earth glow’d intense
From that unbounded vapour, and dissolv’d:
As fusile tin by art of youths above
The wide-brimm’d vase up-bubbling foams with heat;
Or iron, hardest of the mine, subdued