As on Taurus aloft some oak agitatedly waving 105
Tosses his arms, or a pine cone-mantled, oozily rinded,
When as his huge gnarled trunk in eddies a
whirlwind
Riving wresteth amain ; down falleth he, upward hoven,
Fallethon earth ; far, near, all crackles brittle around him,
So to the ground Theseus his fallen foeman abasing, 1 10
Slew, that his horned front toss'd vainly, a sport to the
breezes.
Tosses his arms, or a pine cone-mantled, oozily rinded,
When as his huge gnarled trunk in eddies a
whirlwind
Riving wresteth amain ; down falleth he, upward hoven,
Fallethon earth ; far, near, all crackles brittle around him,
So to the ground Theseus his fallen foeman abasing, 1 10
Slew, that his horned front toss'd vainly, a sport to the
breezes.
Catullus - Ellis - Poems and Fragments
