All the dark passions that deform the soul
By turns usurped departed Reason’s throne.
His rolling eye, red as the meteor’s flash,
In fierce defiance wildly glanced around;
While his Herculean frame dilated rose,
As if exulting in its giant strength!
Uprooted trees were strewn across his path—
The remnants of his sanguinary meal,
Still warm with life, lay quivering at his feet;
They caught his eye. Not Etna’s wildest roar