The chariot with triumphal ensigns graced
Ascending, to his stronger yoke
He Diomedes’ furious coursers broke,
Scorning the bit, in hateful stalls who placed
By their fell lord, the flesh of man
Raging devoured, accursed food;
A stream from their foul mangers ran,
Filled with unholy gore, and many a gobbet crude.
O’er Hebrus’ silver tide at the command
Of Argos’ unrelenting king
Eurystheus, he these captive steeds did bring,
Close to Anauros’ mouth on Pelion’s strand.
Inhuman Cycnus, son of Mars, next felt
The force of his resounding bow,
Unsocial wretch, the stranger’s foe,
Who in Amphanea dwelt.