That we should vanquish Troy) thy sacred rites,
  But where I found thine altar, piled it high 275
  With fat and flesh of bulls, on every shore. 
  But oh, vouchsafe to us, that we at least
  Ourselves, deliver’d, may escape the sword,
  Nor let their foes thus tread the Grecians down! 
    He said.  The eternal father pitying saw 280
  His tears, and for the monarch’s sake preserved
  The people.  Instant, surest of all signs,
  He sent his eagle; in his pounces strong
  A fawn he bore, fruit of the nimble hind,
  Which fast beside the beauteous altar raised 285
  To Panomphaean[12] Jove sudden he dropp’d.[13]
    They, conscious, soon, that sent from Jove he came,
  More ardent sprang to fight.  Then none of all
  Those numerous Chiefs could boast that he outstripp’d
  Tydides, urging forth beyond the foss 290
  His rapid steeds, and rushing to the war. 
  He, foremost far, a Trojan slew, the son
  Of Phradmon, Agelaeus; as he turn’d
  His steeds to flight, him turning with his spear
  Through back and bosom Diomede transpierced. 295
  And with loud clangor of his arms he fell. 
  Then, royal Agamemnon pass’d the trench
  And Menelaus; either Ajax, then,
  Clad with fresh prowess both; them follow’d, next,
  Idomeneus, with his heroic friend 300
  In battle dread as homicidal Mars,
  Meriones; Evaemon’s son renown’d
  Succeeded, bold Eurypylus; and ninth
  Teucer, wide-straining his impatient bow. 
  He under covert fought of the broad shield 305
  Of Telamonian Ajax; Ajax high
  Upraised his shield; the hero from beneath
  Took aim, and whom his arrow struck, he fell;
  Then close as to his mother’s side a child
  For safety creeps, Teucer to Ajax’ side 310
  Retired, and Ajax shielded him again. 
  Whom then slew Teucer first, illustrious Chief? 
  Orsilochus, and Ophelestes, first,
  And Ormenus he slew, then Daetor died,
  Chromius and Lycophontes brave in fight 315
  With Amopaon Polyaemon’s son,
  And Melanippus.  These, together heap’d,
  All fell by Teucer on the plain of Troy. 
  The Trojan ranks thinn’d by his mighty bow
  The King of armies Agamemnon saw 320
  Well-pleased, and him approaching, thus began. 
    Brave Telamonian Teucer, oh, my friend,
  Thus shoot, that light may visit once again
  The Danai, and Telamon rejoice! 
  Thee Telamon within his own abode 325
  Rear’d although spurious; mount him, in return,
  Although remote, on glory’s heights again. 
  I tell thee, and the effect shall follow sure,
  Let but the Thunderer and Minerva grant
  The pillage of fair Ilium to the Greeks,