Aetna

Mount AEtna thence we spy, Known by the smoaky flames that cloud the sky: By turns a pitchy cloud she rolls on high; By turns hot embers from her entrails fly, And flakes of mounting flames that lick the sky. Oft from her bowels massy rocks are thrown, And, shiver'd by the force, come piecemeal down: Oft liquid lakes of burning sulphur flow, Fed from the fiery springs that boil below. Enceladus, they say, transfix'd by Jove, With blasted wings came tumbling from above; And where he fell th' avenging father drew This flaming hill, and on his body threw: As often as he turns his weary sides, He shakes the solid isle, and smoke the heavens hides.