By burning flame amidst [230]the woody dales
Melts in the sacred caves beneath the hands
Of Vulcan, so earth melted in the glare
Of blazing fire. He down wide Hell’s abyss
His victim hurl’d in bitterness of soul.
[231]Lo! from Typhœus is the strength of winds
Moist-blowing: save the South, North, East, and West:
[232]These born from gods, a blessing great to man:
Those, unavailing gusts, o’er the waste sea
Breathe barren: with sore peril fraught to man: