as we rowed on, and nearer to the mainland\ (80) at one end of the bay, we saw a cavern\ (81) yawning above the water, screened with laurel, \ (82)and many rams and goats about the place \(83) inside a sheepfold made from slabs of stone\(84) earth fast between tall trunks of pine and rugged\(85) towering oak trees.\(86)
A prodigious man slept in this cave alone, and took his flocks/(87) to graze afield remote from all companions,/ (88) knowing none but savage ways, a brute/(89) huge, he seemed no man at all of those/(90) who eat good wheaten bread, but he seemed rather/(91) shaggy mountain reared in solitude.\(92)
crunching like a mountain lion \ (196)everything: innards, flesh, and marrow bones.\(197)We cried aloud, lifting our hands to Zeus,\(198) powerless, looking on at this, appalled\(199); but Cyclops went on filling up his belly\(200) with man-flesh\(201)
forward they sprinted, lifted it\(291), and rammed itdeep in his crater eye, and I leaned on itturning it\(293) as a shipwright turns a drill\(293)
then slung a man under each middle one\(239) to ride there safely, shielded left and right.\(240) So three sheep could convey each man. I took\(241)the woolliest ram,\(242)
The blind thing in his doubled fury broke\(395) a hilltop in his hands and heaved it after us.\(396)