"Here a party of twenty-three men, led by Eurylochus, goes off and explore the island.."
"In the wild wood, they found an open glade, around a smooth stone house-the hall of Circe-and wolves and mountain lions lay there.."
"In the entrance way they stayed to listen there: inside her quiet house they heard the goddess Circe. Low she sang in her beguiling voice, whole on her loom she wove ambrosial fabric sheer and bright =, by that craft known to the goddesses of heaven."
"On thrones she seated them, and lounging chairs, while she prepared a meal of cheese and barley and amber honey mixed with Pramnian wine, adding her own vile pinch, to make them lose desire or thought of our dear fatherland."
"And Circe tossed them acorns, mast, and cornel berries-fodder for hogs who rut and slumber on earth.
"Down to the ship Eurylochus came running to cry alarm, foul magic doomed his men! But working with dry lips to speak a word he could not..."