But, like an eagle’s nest,
Sublime it hung. He looked again,
And from the cave a tawny mane
Shook o’er the rocky crest;
And now a lion’s head forth came,
And now, O Heaven! long tongues of flame
Ran wreathing round the hill.
No fear the son of Glaucus knew,
But pricked his forward will
The rock-perched monster to pursue: