SCYLLA AND CHARY BDIS. 249 



With fraudful care he waits the finny prize, 



And sudden lifts it quivering to the skies ; 



So the foul monster lifts her prey on high, 



So pant the wretches, struggling in the sky ; 



In the wide dungeon she devours her food, 



And the flesh trembles while she churns the blood." 



