Then groan'd the Cyclops wrung with pain and grief,
And, fumbling, with stretch'd hands, removed the rock
From his cave's mouth, which done, he sat him down 490
Spreading his arms the pass, to stop
Our egress with his flocks abroad; so dull,
It seems, he held me, and so ill-advised.
And, fumbling, with stretch'd hands, removed the rock
From his cave's mouth, which done, he sat him down 490
Spreading his arms the pass, to stop
Our egress with his flocks abroad; so dull,
It seems, he held me, and so ill-advised.
Odyssey - Cowper
