imbs
"Crowded, I overthrew, and slew their lord
"On his slain coursers? Strangled by these hands
"Nemaea's monster lies. Heaven I upbore
"Upon these shoulders. The fierce wife of Jove
"Weary'd at length with bidding, I untir'd
"Still was of acting. But at length behold
"A new-found plague, which not the bravest soul,
"Nor arms, nor darts can aught resist. Fierce fire,
"Darts through my deepest inwards; all my limbs
"Greedy devouring. Yet Eurystheus lives!
"Still are there who the deities believe?"--
He said, and o'er high OEte tortur'd rov'd
Like a mad tiger, when the hunter's dart
Stands in his body, and the wounder flies.
Oft would you see him groaning; storming oft;
Oft straining from his limbs again to fling
The vest; trees rooting up; against the hills
Fierce railing; next up to his father's skies
His arms extending. Lo! he Lychas spies,
Where trembling in a hollow rock he hides!
Then, all his fury in its utmost strength,
Raging, he cry'd;--"Thou, Lychas, thou supply'd
"This deadly gift. Thou art the author then
"Of my destruction."--Shuddering he, and pale,
In timid accents strove excuse to plead:
Speaking, and round his knees prepar'd to cling,
Alcides seiz'd him, with an engine's force
Whirl'd round and round, and hurl'd him in the waves,
Which by Eubaea roll. He, as he shot
Through air, was harden'd. As the falling showers
Concrete by freezing winds, whence snow is form'd:
As snows by rolling, their soft bodies join,
Conglomerating into solid hail:
So ancient times believ'd, the boy thus flung,
Through empty air, by strong Alcides' arm,
Bloodless through fear, and all his moisture drain'd,
Chang'd to a flinty rock. A rock e'en now
High in Eubaea's gulph exalts its head,
Which still of human form the marks retains.
Which, as though still of consciousness possess'd,
The sailors fear to tread, and Lychas call.

Thou, Jove's renowned offspring, fell'd the trees
Which lofty OEte bore, and built a pile:
Then bade the son of Paean bear thy bow,
Thy mighty quiver, and thy darts, to view
Once more the realm of Troy; and through his aid
The flames were plac'd below, whose greedy spires
Seiz'd on the structure. On the woody top
Thou laid'st the hide Nemaean, and thy head,
Supported with thy club, with brow serene
As though with garlands circled, at a feast
Thou laid'st, 'mid goblets fill'd with sparkli