Nathaniel Hawthorne,
The Gorgon's Head
“ She gnashed her white tusks, and dug into the sand with her brazen claws. The snakes, too, seemed to feel Medusa’s dream, and to be made more restless by it. They twined themselves into tumultuous knots, writhed fiercely, and uplifted a hundred hissing heads, without opening their eyes. “Now, now!” whispered Quicksilver, who was growing impatient. “Make a dash at the monster!” “But be calm,” said the grave, melodious voice, at the young man’s side. “Look in your shield, as you fly downward, and take care that you do not miss your first stroke.” ”

