"we saw a cavern yawning above the water, screened with laurel, and many rams and goats about the place inside a sheepfold made from slabs of stone earthfast between tall trunks of pine and rugged towering oak trees" (Homer 81-86)
"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... I had touched the spot when sudden fear stayed me: if I killed him we perished there as well, for we could never move his ponderous doorway slab aside. So we were left to groan and wait for morning" (Homer 92-210)
"Cyclops, try some wine. Here s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks. I meant it for an offering if you would help us home. But you are mad, unbearable, a bloody monster! After this, will any other traveller come to see you? He seized and drained the bowl, and it went down so fiery and smooth he called for more" (Homer 256- 263).
"as more than natural force nerved them; straight forward they sprinted, lifted it, and rammed it deep in his crater eye, and I leaned on it turning it as a shipwright turns a drill in planking, having men below to swing the two-handled strap that spins it in the groove. So with our brand we bored that great eye socket while blood ran out around the red hot bar. Eyelid and lash were seared; the pierced ball hissed broiling, and the roots popped" (Homer 290-299).
"He sent us into the open, then. Close by, I dropped and rolled clear of the ram’s belly,going this way and that to untie the men. With many glances back, we rounded up his fat, stiff-legged sheep to take aboard, and drove them down to where the good ship lay" (Homer 374- 779).
"O hear me, lord, blue girdler of the islands, if I am thine indeed, and thou art father:grant that Odysseus, raider of cities, never see his home: Laertes son, I mean, who kept his hall on Ithaca. Should destiny intend that he shall see his roof again among his family in his father land,far be that day, and dark the years between.Let him lose all companions, and return under strange sail to bitter days at home" (Homer 443-452).