... town of Hercules, if fame be true; opposing it uptowers Lacinia's headland unto Juno dear, the heights of Caulon, and that sailors' bane, ship-shattering Scylaceum. Thence half seen, trinacrian Aetna cleaves th' horizon line; we hear from far the crash of shouting seas, where lifted billows leap the tide-swept sand. Father Anchises cried: “'T is none but she— Charybdis! Helenus th...