Swift flew the Grecians shouting to the
skies,
And showering darts, to drag his body thence,
But neither spear of theirs nor shaft could harm
The fallen leader, with such instant aid
His princely friends encircled him around, 510
Sarpedon, Lycian Chief, Glaucus the brave,
Polydamas, AEneas, and renown’d
Agenor; neither tardy were the rest,
But with round shields all shelter’d Hector fallen.
Him soon uplifted from the plain his friends 515
Bore thence, till where his fiery coursers stood,
And splendid chariot in the rear, they came,
Then Troy-ward drove him groaning as he went.
Ere long arriving at the pleasant stream
Of eddied Xanthus, progeny of Jove, 520
They laid him on the bank, and on his face
Pour’d water; he, reviving, upward gazed,
And seated on his hams black blood disgorged
Coagulate, but soon relapsing, fell
Supine, his eyes with pitchy darkness veil’d, 525
And all his powers still torpid by the blow.
Then, seeing Hector borne away, the Greeks
Rush’d fiercer on, all mindful of the fight,
And far before the rest, Ajax the swift,
The Oilean Chief, with pointed spear 530
On Satnius springing, pierced him. Him a nymph
A Naiad, bore to Enops, while his herd
Feeding, on Satnio’s grassy verge he stray’d.
But Oiliades the spear-renown’d
Approaching, pierced his flank; supine he fell, 535
And fiery contest for the dead arose.
In vengeance of his fall, spear-shaking Chief
The son of Panthus into fight advanced
Polydamas, who Prothoeenor pierced
Offspring of Areilocus, and urged 540
Through his right shoulder sheer the stormy lance.
He, prostrate, clench’d the dust, and with loud voice
Polydamas exulted at his fall.
Yon spear, methinks, hurl’d from the warlike hand
Of Panthus’ noble son, flew not in vain, 545
But some Greek hath it, purposing, I judge,
To lean on it in his descent to hell.
So he, whose vaunt the Greeks indignant heard.
But most indignant, Ajax, offspring bold
Of Telamon, to whom he nearest fell. 550
He, quick, at the retiring conqueror cast
His radiant spear; Polydamas the stroke
Shunn’d, starting sideward; but Antenor’s son
Archilochus the mortal dint received,
Death-destined by the Gods; where neck and spine 555
Unite, both tendons he dissever’d wide,
And, ere his knees, his nostrils met the ground.
Then Ajax in his turn vaunting aloud
Against renown’d Polydamas, exclaim’d.
Speak now the truth, Polydamas, and weigh 560
My question well. His life whom I
And showering darts, to drag his body thence,
But neither spear of theirs nor shaft could harm
The fallen leader, with such instant aid
His princely friends encircled him around, 510
Sarpedon, Lycian Chief, Glaucus the brave,
Polydamas, AEneas, and renown’d
Agenor; neither tardy were the rest,
But with round shields all shelter’d Hector fallen.
Him soon uplifted from the plain his friends 515
Bore thence, till where his fiery coursers stood,
And splendid chariot in the rear, they came,
Then Troy-ward drove him groaning as he went.
Ere long arriving at the pleasant stream
Of eddied Xanthus, progeny of Jove, 520
They laid him on the bank, and on his face
Pour’d water; he, reviving, upward gazed,
And seated on his hams black blood disgorged
Coagulate, but soon relapsing, fell
Supine, his eyes with pitchy darkness veil’d, 525
And all his powers still torpid by the blow.
Then, seeing Hector borne away, the Greeks
Rush’d fiercer on, all mindful of the fight,
And far before the rest, Ajax the swift,
The Oilean Chief, with pointed spear 530
On Satnius springing, pierced him. Him a nymph
A Naiad, bore to Enops, while his herd
Feeding, on Satnio’s grassy verge he stray’d.
But Oiliades the spear-renown’d
Approaching, pierced his flank; supine he fell, 535
And fiery contest for the dead arose.
In vengeance of his fall, spear-shaking Chief
The son of Panthus into fight advanced
Polydamas, who Prothoeenor pierced
Offspring of Areilocus, and urged 540
Through his right shoulder sheer the stormy lance.
He, prostrate, clench’d the dust, and with loud voice
Polydamas exulted at his fall.
Yon spear, methinks, hurl’d from the warlike hand
Of Panthus’ noble son, flew not in vain, 545
But some Greek hath it, purposing, I judge,
To lean on it in his descent to hell.
So he, whose vaunt the Greeks indignant heard.
But most indignant, Ajax, offspring bold
Of Telamon, to whom he nearest fell. 550
He, quick, at the retiring conqueror cast
His radiant spear; Polydamas the stroke
Shunn’d, starting sideward; but Antenor’s son
Archilochus the mortal dint received,
Death-destined by the Gods; where neck and spine 555
Unite, both tendons he dissever’d wide,
And, ere his knees, his nostrils met the ground.
Then Ajax in his turn vaunting aloud
Against renown’d Polydamas, exclaim’d.
Speak now the truth, Polydamas, and weigh 560
My question well. His life whom I