Forth from whose sulph’rous caverns issuing rise
Pure liquid fountains of tempestuous fire,
Which vail in ruddy mists the noonday skies,
While wrapt in smoke the eddying flames aspire,
Or gleaming through the night with hideous roar,
Far o’er the redd’ning main huge rocky fragments pour.
“But he, Vulcanian monster, to the clouds
The fiercest, hottest inundations throws,
While, with the burthen of incumbent woods,
And Etna’s gloomy cliffs o’erwhelmed he glows.