Homer: The Grim Lion

On heaps of death the stern Ulysses stood,
All black with dust, and cover’d thick with blood.
So the grim lion from the slaughter comes,
Dreadful he glares, and terribly he foams,
His breast with marks of carnage painted o’er,
His jaws all drooping with the bull’s black gore.

– Homer, The Odyssey

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