| Bethlehem, 122:in plunging him more deeply in a material marsh. Meeting his demands entirely from the angle ofHercules, 155:the ninth you stand. Pass through and find the marsh of Stymphalus where dwell the birds that havocHercules, 155:he came to Stymphalus. Before him lay the fetid marsh. A multitude of birds cawed raucously, aHercules, 155:ground. At length the birds withdrew. Before the marsh stood Hercules, and pondered how he mightHercules, 156:the sun. He thought of setting traps within the marsh. Nor boat nor human feet could traverse theHercules, 156:both his ears with pads. At twilight when the marsh was dense with countless birds, HerculesHercules, 156:never to return. Silence spread across the marsh. The horrid birds had disappeared. The soft gleamHercules, 167:so loudly that the birds arose out of the marsh into the air and tried to fly away; then he mounted |
