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Still slaying, urging still the Greeks to arms.
As when amid a densely timber'd wood
Light the devouring flames, by eddying winds
Hither and thither borne, fast falls the copse 175
Prostrate beneath the fire's impetuous course ;
So thickly fell the flying Trojans' heads
Beneath the might of Agamemnon's arm ;
And here and there, athwart the pass of war,
Was many an empty car at random whiii'd 180
By strong-neck'd steeds, of guiding hands bereft ;
Stretch'd on the plain they lay, more welcome sight
To carrion birds than to their widow'd wives.
But Hector, from the fray and din of war,
And dust, and blood, and carnage, Jove withdrew.
Still on Atrides press'd, the Greek pursuit 18G

With eager shouts exciting ; past the tomb
Of Ilus, ancient son of Dardanus,
And toward the fig-tree, midway o'er the plain,
Straining to gain the town, the Trojans fled ; 190

While loudly shouting, his unconquer'd hands
With carnage dyed, Atrides urg'd their flight.
But when the Scaean gates and oak were reach'd,


They made a stand, and fac'd the foe's assault.

Some o'er the open plain were yet dispers'd ; 195

As heifers, by a lion scatter'd wide,

At dead of night ; all fly ; on one descends

The doom of death ; her with his pow'rful teeth

He seizes, and, her neck first broken, rends,

And on her entrails gorging, laps her blood. 200

So these the monarch Agamemnon chas'd,

Slaying the hindmost ; they in terrpr fled :

Some headlong, backward some, Atrides' hand

Hurl'd from their chariot many a warrior bold ;

So forward and so fierce he bore his spear. 205

But as he near'd the city, and stood beneath

The lofty wall, the Sire of Gods and men

From Heav'n descended ; on the topmost height

Of Ida's spring-abounding hill he sat :

And while his hand the lightning grasp'd, he thus 210

To golden-winged Iris gave command :

" Haste thee, swift Iris, and to Hector bear
From me this message ; bid him, that as long
As Agamemnon in the van appears,
Haging, and dealing death among the ranks, 215


Ho from the battle keep himself aloof,

But urge the rest undaunted to maintain

The stubborn fight ; but should Atrides, struck

By spear or arrow, to his car withdraw.

He shall from me receive such pow'r to slay, 220

As to the ships shall bear him, ere the sun

Decline, and Darkness spread her hallowing shade."

Thus he ; to Troy, obedient to his word,
From Ida's heights swift-footed Iris sped :
Amid the horses and the well-fram'd cars 225

The godlike Hector, Priam's son, she found,
And stood beside him, and address'd him thus :

" Hector, thou son of Priam, sage as Jove
In council, he the Universal Lord
Sends thee by me this message ; that as long 230
As Agamemnon in the van appears,
Paging, and dealing death amid the ranks,
Thou from the battle keep thyself aloof,
But uro-e the rest undaunted to maintain
The stubborn fight ; but should Atrides, struck 235
By spear or arrow, to his car withdraw,
Thou shalt from him receive such pow'r to slay



As to the ships shall bear thee, ere the sun
Decline, and Darkness spread her hallowing shade."

Swift-footed Iris said, and disappear'd ; 240

But from his chariot Hector leap'd to earth,
Hither and thither passing through the ranks,
With brandish'd jav'lins urging to the fight.
Loud, at his bidding, rose the battle-cry;
Back roll'd the tide ; again they fac'd the Greeks : 245
On th' other side the Greeks their masses form'd,
In line of battle rang'd ; opposed they stood ;
And in the front, to none content to cede
The foremost place, was Agamemnon seen.

Say now, ye Nine, who on Olympus dwell, 250
Of all the Trojans and their fam'd Allies,
Who first oppos'd to Agamemnon stood.
Iphidamas, Antenor's gallant son,
Stalwart and brave ; in fertile Thracia bred,
Mother of flocks ; him, in his infant years, 255

His grandsire Cisseus, fair Theano's sire,
In his own palace rear'd ; and when he reach'd
The perfect measure of his glorious youth,
Still in his house retain'd him, and to wife


Gave him his daughter ; but when tidings came 260
Of Grecian warfare, from the marriage straight
Embarking, with twelve beaked ships he sailed,
That owned his sway ; these on Percote's shore
He left ; and came himself on foot to Troy ;
Who now confronted Atreus' godlike son. 265

"When near they drew, Atrides miss'd his aim,
His spear diverging ; then Iphidamas
Beneath the breastplate, striking on his belt,
Strove with strong hand to drive the weapon home :
Yet could not pierce the belt's close-plaited work ; 270
The point, eucounter'd by the silver fold,
"Was bent, like lead ; then 'with his pow'rful hand
The monarch Agamemnon seiz'd the spear,
And tow'rd him drew, and with a lion's strength
Wrench'd from his foeman's grasp ; then on his neck
Let fall his sword, and slack'd his limbs in death. 276
There, falling in his country's cause, he slept
The iron sleep of death ; unhappy he,
Far from his virgin-bride, yet unpossess'd,
Though bought with costly presents ; first he gave 280
A hundred steers ; and promis'd thousands more


Of slieep and goats from out his countless flocks.

Him Agamemnon of his arms despoil'd,

And to the crowd of Greeks the trophies bore.

But -when Antenor's eldest-born beheld, 285

Coon, th' observ'd of all men, bitt'rest grief

His eyes o'ershadow'd, for his brother's fate ;

And, unperceiv'd by Atreus' godlike sou,

Standing aside, he struck him with his spear,

Through the mid arm, beneath the elbow's bend ; 290

And drove right through the weapon's glitt'ring point.

Writh'd with the pain the mighty King of men ;

Yet from the combat flinch'd he not, nor quail'd :

But grasping firm his weather-toughen'd spear

On Coon rush'd, as by the feet he drew 295

His father's son, Iphidamas, away,

Invoking all the bravest to his aid ;

And as he drew the body tow'rd the crowd,

Beneath the bossy shield the monarch thrust

His brass-clad spear, and slack'd his limbs in death ;

Then near approaching, ev'n upon the corpse 301

Of dead Iphidamas, struck off his head :

So by Atrides' hand, Antenor's sons,

Book Xl. HOMEE'S ILIAD. 373

Their doom accomplisli'd, to the shades were sent.

Then through the crowded ranks, with spear and sword,

And massive stones, he held his furious course, 306

While the hot blood was welling from his arm ;

But when the wound was dry, and stanch'd the blood,

Keen anguish then Atrides' might subdued.

As when a woman in her labour-throes 310

Sharp pangs encompass, by Lucina sent,

Who rules o'er child-birth travail, ev'n so keen

The pangs that then Atrides' might subdued.

Mounting his car he bade his charioteer

Drive to the ships ; for sore his spirit was pain'd ; 315

But loud and clear he shouted to the Greeks :

" O friends, the chiefs and councillors of Greece,

Yours be it now our sea-borne ships to guard :

Since Jove, the Lord of counsel, through the day

Wills not that I the battle should maintain." 320

He said : and swiftly to the ships were driv'n
His sleek-skinn'd coursers ; nothing loth they flew ;
With foam their chests were fleck'd, with dust their

As from the field their wounded Lord they bore :


But Hector, as lie saw the King retire, 325

To Trojans and to Lycians call'd aloud :

" Trojans and Lycians, and ye Dardans fam'd
In close encounter, quit ye now like men ;
Put forth your wonted valour ; from the field
Their bravest has withdrawn, and Jove on me 33C
Great glory hath shed ; now headlong on the Greeks
Urge your swift steeds, and endless honour gain."

His words fresh courage rous'd in ev'ry breast :
And as a hunter cheers his sharp-fang' d hounds
On forest boar or lion ; on the Greeks 335

So cheer'd the valiant Trojans Priam's son,
Illustrious Hector, stern as blood-stain'd Mars.
Bent on high deeds, himself in front advane'd,
Fell on the masses as a whirlwind falls,
Lashing with furious sweep the dark-blue sea. 340

Say then, who first, who last, by Hector's hand,
Whom Jove had will'd to crown with honour, died.
Assseus first, and then Autonous,
Opites, and Opheltius, Dolops, son
Of Clytus, and iEsumnus, Agelas 345

And Orus, and brave Hipponous ;


All these the chiefs of Greece ; the nameless crowd

He scatter'd next ; as when the west wind drives

The clouds, and battles with the hurricane,

Before the clearing blast of Notus driv'n ; 350

The big waves heave and roll, and high aloft,

The gale, careering, flings the ocean spray ;

So thick and furious fell on hostile heads

The might of Hector. Now had fearful deeds

Been done, and Greeks beside their ships had fall'n

In shameful rout, had not Ulysses thus 356

To Diomed, the son of Tydeus, call'd :

" Why, son of Tydeus, should we thus relax
Our warlike courage ? come, stand by me now,
True friend ! if Hector of the glancing helm 360

Our ships should capture, great were our disgrace."

Whom answer'd thus the valiant Diomed :
" Beside thee will I stand, and still endure ;
But brief will be the term of our success,
Since Jove, the Cloud-compeller, not to us, 365

But to the Trojans, wills the victory."

He said, and from his car Thymbrseus hurl'd,
Through the left breast transfix'd : Ulysses' hand


His charioteer, the brave Molion, slew.

These left they there, no more to share the fight ; 37C

Then turning, spread confusion 'mid the crowd :

As turn two boars upon the hunter's pack

With desp'rate courage, turning so to bay,

Those two, the Trojans scatt'ring, gave the Greeks,

From Hector flying, time again to breathe. 375

A car they seiz'd which bore two valiant chiefs,

Sons of Percotian Merops ; he, o'er all

In lore prophetic skill'd, would fain at home

Have kept them from the life-destroying war :

But they, by adverse fate impell'd to seek 380

Their doom of death, his warning voice despis'd.

These two, of strength and life at once bereft,

The son of Tydeus, valiant Diomed,

Stripp'd of their armour ; while Ulysses slew

Hippodamus,and bold Hyperochus. 385

Thus Jove, from Ida's height beholding, held

His even scale, each party slaught'ring each.

Then with his spear Tydides through the loins

Agastrophus, the son of Pseon, smote ;

No car had he at hand, whereto to fly : 390


But, ill-advis'd, had in tli' attendants' charge

His horses left far off ; while he himself

Rush'd 'mid the throng on foot, and met his doom.

Hector's quick glance athwart the files beheld,

And to the rescue, with a shout, he sprang, 395

The Trojan columns following ; not unmov'd

The valiant Diomed his coming saw,

And thus bespoke Ulysses at his side :

" On us this plague, this mighty Hector, falls :

Yet stand we firm, and boldly meet the shock." 400

He said, and, poising, hurl'd his pond'rous spear,

And not in vain ; on Hector's head it struck

His helmet's crest, but, brass encountering brass,

Himself it reach'd not ; for the visor'd helm,

Apollo's gift, three-plated, stay'cl its force. 405

Yet backward Hector sprang amid the crowd,

And on his knees he dropp'd, his stalwart hand

Propp'd on the ground ; while darkness veil'd his eyes.

But ere Tydides, following up his spear,

Attain'd from far the spot whereon he fell, 410

Hector reviv'd, and mounting quick his car,

Drove 'mid the crowd, and 'scap'd the doom of death.


Then thus, with threat'ning spear, Tyclides cried :

" Yet once again, vile liound, hast thou escap'd ;

Thy doom was nigh ; hut thee thy God hath sav'd, 415

Phoebus, to whom, amid the clash of spears,

Well mayst thou pray ! We yet shall meet again ;

When I shall end thee, if a guardian God

I too may claim ; meanwhile from thee I turn,

And others seek on whom my hap may light." 420

He said, and turn'd him of his arms to strip
The son of Paeon ; but beside the stone
That mark'd where men of old had rais'd a mound
To Ilus, Dardan's son, the ancient chief,
There crouching, Paris, fair-hair'd Helen's Lord, 425
Against the son of Tydeus bent his bow.
He from the breast of brave Agastrophus
Had stripp'd the corslet ; from his shoulders broad
The buckler, and the helmet from his head,
When Paris bent his bow, and not in vain 430

His arrow launch'd ; Tydides' dexter foot
Right through it pierc'd, and pinn'd it to the ground.
Joyous he laugh'd, and from his hiding place
Sprang forth, and thus in tones of triumph cri^d :


" Tliou hast it ! not in vain my shaft hatli flown ! 435
Would that, deep buried in thy flank, it touch'd
Thy very life ! so should our Trojans lose
Their panic fear, who now on thee with dread,
As bleating goats upon a lion, look."

To whom, unmov'd, the valiant Diomed : 440

" Poor archer, trusting to thy bow alone,
Yile sland'rer and seducer ! if indeed
Thou durst in arms oppos'd to me to stand,
Nought would avail thy arrows and thy bow :
And now, because thy shaft hath graz'd my foot, 445
Thou mak'st thine empty boast : I heed thee not,
More than a woman or a puny child :
A worthless coward's weapon hath no point.
'Tis diff 'rent far with me ! though light it fall,
My spear is sharp, and whom it strikes, it slays. 450
His widow's cheeks are mark'd with scars of grief,
His children orphans ; rotting on the ground,
Red with his blood, he lies, his fun'ral rites
By carrion birds, and not by women paid."

Thus while he spoke, Ulysses, spearman bold, 455
Drew near, and stood before him : he, behind,


Sat down protected, and from out Iris foot
The arrow drew ; whereat sharp anguish shot
Through all his flesh ; and mounting on his car
He bade his faithful charioteer in haste 460

Drive to the ships, for pain weigh'd down his soul.
Alone Ulysses stood ; of all the Greeks
Not one beside him ; all were panic-struck :
Then with his spirit, perturb'd, he commun'd thus :
" Me miserable ! which way shall I choose ? 465

'Twere ill indeed that I should turn to flight
By hostile numbers daunted ; yet 'twere worse
Here to be caught alone ; and Saturn's son
With panic fear the other Greeks hath fill'd.
Yet why, my soul, admit such, thoughts as these ? 470
I know that cowards from the battle fly ;
But lie who boasts a warrior's name, must learn,
Wounded or wounding, firmly still to stand."
While in his mind and spirit thus he mus'd,
Onward the buckler'd ranks of Trojans came, 475
And, to their harm, encircled him around.
As when a boar, by clogs and stalwart youths
Attack'd, the shelt'ring thicket leaves, and whets


The tusks that gleam between his curved jaws ;

They crowd around, though ring his clatt'ring tusks,

And, fearful though it be, await his rush : 481.

So crowded round Ulysses, dear to Jove,

The Trojans ; he, with brandish.' d spear aloft,

Sprang forth, and through the shoulder, from above,

Deiopites wounded : Thoon next 485

He slew, and Ennomus ; then with his spear

Chersidamas, in act to quit his car,

Thrust through the loins below his bossy shield :

Prone in the dust, he clutch'd the blood-stain'd soil.

From these he turn'd ; and wounded with his spear

Charops, the high-born Socus' brother, son 491

Of Hippasus ; then forward sprang, to aid

His brother, godlike Socus ; close he stood

Before Ulysses, and address'd him thus :

" Far-fam'd Ulysses, as in arms, in Aviles 495

Unwearied, thou this day o'er both the sons

Of Hippasus, two mighty warriors slain,

And of their armour spoil'd, shalt make thy boast,

Or by my spear thyself shalt lose thy life."

He said, and on the shield's broad circle struck : 500


Through the bright shield the sturdy weapon drove,

And through the rich- wrought baldrick, from the ribs

Tearing the flesh away ; but Pallas seiz'd,

And turn'd it from the vital parts aside.

The wound, Ulysses knew, was not to death, 505

And back he drew, and thus to Socus cried :

" Ill-fated thou ! thy doom hath found thee now ;
Me hast thou hinder' d from the war awhile ;
But thee to swift destruction and dark death.
This day I doom : great glory, of thee subdued, 510
Shall I obtain, and Hades take thy soul."

Tims he : and Socus, turning, sought to fly ;
But as he turn'd him round, Ulysses' spear
Behind his neck, between the shoulder blades
Was driv'n, and through his chest ; thund'ring he fell,
And o'er his fall Ulysses, vaunting, thus : 516

" Socus, thou son of warlike Hippasus,
Here hast thou found, nor couldst escape, thy doom.
Ill-fated thou ! nor sire's nor mother's hand
Shall gather up thy bones, but carrion birds 520

O'er thee shall flap their baleful wings, and tear
Thy mangled flesh ; for me, whene'er I die


The sons of Greece will build my fun'ral pile."

From out his flesh, and from the bossy shield,

The spear of Socus, as he spoke, he drew ; 525

And as he drew it forth, out gush'd his blood,

With anguish keen. The Trojans, when they saw

Ulysses' blood, with clam'rous shouts advanc'd

Promiscuous ; he, retiring, shouted loud

To call his comrades ; loud as head of man 530

Could bear, he shouted thrice ; and thrice his shout

The warlike Menelaus heard, and thus

To Ajax, standing by his side, he spoke :

" Ajax, thou Heav'n-born son of Telamon,
Great chief of men, methinks I hear the voice 535
Of stout Ulysses, as though left alone,
And in the stubborn fight cut off from aid,
By Trojans overmaster'd. Haste we then,
For so 'twere best, to give him present aid.
Brave though he be, yet left alone, I fear 540

Great cause we Greeks may have to mourn his loss."

He spoke, and led the way ; the godlike chief
Follow'd his steps : Ulysses, dear to Jove,
Surrounded by the Trojan host they found,


As hungry jackals on the mountain side 545

Around a stag, that from an -archer's hand

Hath taken hurt, yet while his blood was warm

And limbs yet serv'd, has baffled his pursuit ;

Cut when the fatal shaft has drain'd his strength,

Thirsting for blood, beneath the forest shade, 550

The jackals seize their victim ; then if chance

A hungry lion pass, the jackals shrink

In terror back, while he devours the prey ;

So round Ulysses, sage in council, press'd

The Trojans, many and brave, yet nobly he 555

Averted, spear in hand, the fatal hour ;

Till, with his tow'r-like shield before him borne,

Appear'd great Ajax, and beside him stood.

Hither and thither then the Trojans fled ;

While with supporting arm from out the crowd 560

The warlike Menelaus led him forth,

Till his attendant with his car drew near.

Then Ajax, on the Trojans springing, slew

Doryclus, royal Priam's bastard son ;

Next Pyrasus he smote, and Pandocus, 565

Lysander, and Pylartes ; as a stream,

book XI. HOMER'S ILIAD. 385

SwoU'n by the rains of Heav'n, that from the hills

Pours down its wintry torrent on the plain ;

And many a blighted oak, and many a pine

It bears, with piles of drift-wood, to the sea вЦ† 570

So swept illustrious Ajax o'er the plain,

O'erthrowing men and horses ; though unknown

To Hector ; he, upon Scamander's banks

"Was warring on the field's extremest left,

Where round great Nestor and the warlike King 575

Idomeneus, while men were falling fast,

Rose, irrepressible, the battle cry.

Hector, 'mid these, was working wondrous deeds,

With spear and car, routing th' opposed youth ;

Yet had the Greeks ev'n so their ground maintain'd,

But godlike Paris, fair-hair'd Helen's Lord, 581

Through the right shoulder, with a three-barb'd shaft,

As in the front he fought, Machaon quell'd :

For him the warrior Greeks were sore afraid

Lest he, as back the line of battle roll'd, 585

Might to the foe be left ; to Nestor then

Idomeneus address'd his speech, and said :

" Nestor, son of Neleus, pride of Greece,




Haste thee to mount thy car, and with thee take
Machaon ; tow'rd the vessels urge with speed 590
The flying steeds ; worth many a life is his,
The skilful leech, who knows, with practis'd hand,
T' extract the shaft, and healing drugs apply."

He said : Gerenian Nestor at the word
Mounted his car, Machaon at his side, 595

The skilful leech, sage iEsculapius' son :
He touch'd his horses ; tow'rd the Grecian ships,
As was his purpose, nothing loth, they flew.

To Hector then Cebriones, who saw
Confus'd the Trojans' right, drew near, and said : 600

" Hector, we here, on th' outskirts of the field,
O'erpow'r the Greeks ; on th' other side, our friends
In strange confusion mingled, horse and man,
Are driv'n ; among them Ajax spreads dismay,
The son of Telamon ; I know him well, 605

And the broad shield that o'er his shoulders hangs ;
Thither direct we then our car, where most
In mutual slaughter horse and foot engage,
And loudest swells, uncheck'd, the battle cry."

He said, and with the pliant lash he touch'd 610


The sleek-skinn'd horses ; springing at the sound,

Between the Greeks and Trojans, light they "bore

The flying car, o'er bodies of the slain

And broken bucklers trampling ; all beneath

Was plash'd with blood the axle, and the rails 615

Around the car, as from the horses' feet,

And from the felloes of the wheels, were thrown

The bloody gouts ; yet on he sped, to join

The strife of men, and break th' opposing ranks.

His coming spread confusion 'mid the Greeks, 620

His spear awhile withheld ; then through the rest,

"With sword, and spear, andpond'rous stones he rush'd,

But shunn'd the might of Ajax Telamon.

But Jove, high thron'd, the soul of Ajax fill'd
With fear ; aghast he stood ; his sev'nfold shield 625
He threw behind his back, and, trembling, gaz'd
Upon the crowd ; then, like some beast of prey,
Foot slowly following foot, reluctant turn'd.
As when the rustic youths and dogs have driv'n
A tawny lion from the cattle fold, 630

Watching all night, and baulk'd him of his prey ;
Bav'ning for flesh, he still th' attempt renews,


But still in vain : for many a jav'lin, lrarl'd

By vig'rous arms, confronts him to his face,

And blazing faggots, that his courage daunt ; C35

Till, with the dawn, reluctant he retreat :

So from before the Trojans Ajax turn'd,

Reluctant, fearing for the ships of Greece.

As near a field of corn, a stubborn ass,

Upon whose sides had many a club been broke, 640

O'erpow'rs his boyish guides, and ent'ring in,

On the rich forage grazes ; while the boys

Their cudgels ply, but vain their puny strength,

Yet drive him out, when fully fed, with ease :

Ev'n so great Ajax, son of Telamon, 645

The valiant Trojans and their fam'd Allies,

Still thrusting at his shield, before them drove :

Yet would he sometimes, rallying, hold in check

The Trojan host ; then turn again to flight,

Yet barring still the passage to the ships. 650

Midway between the Trojans and the Greeks

He stood defiant ; many jav'lins, hurl'd

By vig'rous arms, were in their flight receiv'd

On his broad shield ; and many, ere they reach'd


Their living mark, fell midway on the plain, 655

Fix'd in the ground, in vain athirst for blood.

Him thus, hard press'd by thick-thrown spears, beheld

Eurypylus, Eusemon's noble son.

He hasten'd up, and aim'd his glitt'ring spear ;

And Apisaon, Phausias' noble son, 660

Below the midriff through the liver struck,

And straight relax'd in sudden death his limbs.

Forth sprang Eurypylus to seize the spoils :

But godlike Paris saw, and as he stoop'd

From Apisaon's corpse to strip his arms, 665

Against Eurypylus he bent his bow,

And his right thigh transfixed ; the injur'd limb

Disabling, in the wound the arrow broke.

He 'mid his friends, escaping death, withdrew,

And to the Greeks with piercing shout he call'd : 670

" O Mends, the chiefs and councillors of Greece,
Turn yet again, and from the doom of death
Great Ajax save, hard press'd by hostile spears :
Scarce can I hope he may escape with life
The desp'rate fight ; yet bravely stand, and aid 675
The mighty Ajax, son of Telamou = "


Thus spoke the wounded hero : round him they
"With sloping shields and spears uplifted stood :
Ajax to meet them came ; and when he reach'd
The friendly ranks, again he turn'd to hay. 6S0

So rag'd, like blazing fire, the furious fight.

Meanwhile the mares of Neleus, drench' d with sweat,

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