The meats he to an open galley bears,

  And other banquet spreads on other ground.

  Behold, as wont, the harpy-squad appears;

  Astolpho quickly lifts the bugle's round;

  And (for unguarded are their harassed ears)

  The harpies are not proof against the sound;

  In terror form the royal dome they speed,

  Nor meat nor aught beside the monsters heed.