"In the next land we found were Cyclopes,/ giants, louts, without a law to bless them" (1-2).
"But each one dwells in his own mountain cave/ dealing out rough justice to wife and child" (10-11)
"Neither reply nor pity came from him,/ but in one stride he clutched at my companions/ and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies/ to beat their brains out, spattering the floor./ Then he dismembered them and made his meal,/ gaping and crunching like a mountain lion" (136-141).
"Eyelid and lash were seared; the pierced ball/ hissed broiling, and the roots popped" (243-244).
"Blinded, and sick with pain from his head wound,/ the master stroked each ram, then let it pass,/ but my men riding on the pectoral fleece/ the giants's blind hands blundering never found" (296-299).
"When the young Dawn rose with finger tips of rose/ touched the world, I roused the men, gave orders/ to man the ships, cast off the mooring lines;/ and filling in to sit beside the rowlocks/ oarsmen in line dipped oars in the gray sea./ So we moved out, sad in the vast offing,/ having our precious lives, but not our friends" (423-429).