Then left the corse, abandon’d where it lay:
But wary watch’d the mortal-slayer god
Approach, and view’d him o’er with terrible eyes
Stern-lowering. [276]As a lion, who has fall’n
Perchance on some stray beast, with griping claws
Intent, strips down the lacerated hide;
Drains instantaneous the sweet life, and gluts
E’en to the fill his gloomy heart with blood;
Green-eyed he glares in fierceness; with his tail
Lashes his shoulders and his swelling sides,