...t rose not heavenwards, but headlong fell In smoking stream upon th' Italian flank. Then black Charybdis, from her boundless depth, Threw up a gory sea. In piteous tones Howled the wild dogs; the Vestal fire was snatched From off the altar; and the flame that crowned The Latin festival was split in twain, As on the Theban pyre, in ancient days; Earth tottered on its base: the mighty Alps From...