There smote upon their ears the horrid chorus
Of Scylla's baying wolves around them pressed.
What terror when they neared the Sirens' lair,355
Who soothe the troubled waves with witching measures!
But Orpheus filled their souls with nobler pleasures,
And left the foe in impotent despair.360
And of this wild adventure what the prize,
That lured the daring bark with heroes laden?
The fleece of gold, and this mad Colchian maiden,
Well fit to be the first ship's merchandize.