And Phœbus’ altar, flash’d with glimmering arms
Of that tremendous god: himself blazed light,
And darted radiance from his eye-balls glared
As it were flame. But who of mortal mould
Had e’er endured in daring opposite
To rush before him, save but Hercules,
And Ioläus, an illustrious name?
For mighty strength was theirs: and arms that stretch’d
From their broad shoulders unapproachable
In valorous force, above their nervous frames: