Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone,
The huge round stone, resulting with a bound,
Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.”
Pope.
“Thy stone, O Sisyphus, stands still,
Ixion rests upon his wheel,
And the pale spectres dance.”
F. Lewis.
Si′va. In Hindoo mythology the “changer of form.”
Slaughter, see Furies.