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When from the far sea-line, where is the caveOf Dawn, rose up the sun, and scattered lightOver the earth, then did the eager sonsOf Troy and of Achaea arm themselvesAthirst for battle: these Achilles' sonCheered on to face the Trojans awelessly;And those the giant strength of Telephus' seedKindled. He trusted to dash down the wallTo earth, and utterly destroy the shipsWith ravening fire, and slay the Argive host.Ah, but his hope was as the morning breezeDelusive: hard beside him stood the FatesLaughing to scorn his vain imaginings.Then to the Myrmidons spake Achilles' son,The aweless, to the fight enkindling them:"Hear me, mine henchmen: take ye to your heartsThe spirit of war, that we may heal the woundsOf Argos, and be ruin to her foes.Let no man fear, for mighty prowess isThe child of courage; but fear slayeth strengthAnd spirit. Gird yourselves with strength for war;Give foes no breathing-space, that they may sayThat mid our ranks Achilles liveth yet."Then clad he with his father's flashing armsHis shoulders. Then exulted Thetis' heartWhen from the sea she saw the mighty strengthOf her son's son. Then forth with eagle-speedAfront of that high wall he rushed, his earDrawn by the immortal horses of his sire.As from the ocean-verge upsprings the sunIn glory, flashing fire far over earth --Fire, when beside his radiant chariot-teamRaces the red star Sirius, scattererOf woefullest diseases over men;So flashed upon the eyes of Ilium's hostThat battle-eager hero, Achilles' son.Onward they whirled him, those immortal steeds,The which, when now he longed to chase the foeBack from the ships, Automedon, who wontTo rein them for his father, brought to him.With joy that pair bore battleward their lord,So like to Aeacus' son, their deathless heartsHeld him no worser than Achilles' self.Laughing for glee the Argives gathered roundThe might resistless of Neoptolemus,Eager for fight as wasps [whose woodland bowerThe axe] hath shaken, who dart swarming forthFurious to sting the woodman: round their nestLong eddying, they torment all passers by;So streamed they forth from galley and from wallBurning for fight, and that wide space was thronged,And all the plain far blazed with armour-sheen,As shone from heaven's vault the sun thereon.As flees the cloud-rack through the welkin wideScourged onward by the North-wind's Titan blasts,When winter-tide and snow are hard at hand,And darkness overpalls the firmament;So with their thronging squadrons was the earthCovered before the ships. To heaven uprolled,Dust hung on hovering wings' men's armour clashed;Rattled a thousand chariots; horses neighedOn-rushing to the fray. Each warrior's prowessKindled him with its trumpet-call to war.As leap the long sea-rollers, onward hurledBy two winds terribly o'er th' broad sea-floodRoaring from viewless bournes, with whirlwind blastsCrashing together, when a ruining stormMaddens along the wide gulfs of the deep,And moans the Sea-queen with her anguished wavesWhich sweep from every hand, uptoweringLike precipiced mountains, while the bitter squall,Ceaselessly veering, shrieks across the sea;So clashed in strife those hosts from either handWith mad rage. Strife incarnate spurred them on,And their own prowess. Crashed together theseLike thunderclouds outlightening, thrilling the air.With shattering trumpet-challenge, when the blastsAre locked in frenzied wrestle, with mad breathRending the clouds, when Zeus is wroth with menWho travail with iniquity, and floutHis law. So grappled they, as spear with spearClashed, shield with shield, and man on man was hurled.And first Achilles' war-impetuous sonStruck down stout Melaneus and Alcidamas,Sons of the war-lord Alexinomus,Who dwelt in Caunus mountain-cradled, nighThe clear lake shining at Tarbelus' feet'Neath snow-capt Imbrus. Menes, fleetfoot sonOf King Cassandrus, slew he, born to himBy fair Creusa, where the lovely streamsOf Lindus meet the sea, beside the marchesOf battle-biding Carians, and the heightsOf Lycia the renowned. He slew withalMorys the spearman, who from Phrygia came;Polybus and Hippomedon by his sideHe laid, this stabbed to the heart, that pierced betweenShoulder and neck: man after man he slew.Earth groaned 'neath Trojan corpses; rank on rankCrumbled before him, even as parched brakesSink down before the blast of ravening fireWhen the north wind of latter summer blows;So ruining squadrons fell before his charge.Meanwhile Aeneas slew Aristolochus,Crashing a great stone down on his head: it brakeHelmet and skull together, and fled his life.Fleetfoot Eumaeus Diomede slew; he dweltIn craggy Dardanus, where the bride-bed isWhereon Anchises clasped the Queen of Love.Agamemnon smote down Stratus: unto ThraceReturned he not from war, but died far offFrom his dear fatherland. And MerionesStruck Chlemus down, Peisenor's son, the friendOf god-like Glaucus, and his comrade leal,Who by Limurus' outfall dwelt: the folkHonoured him as their king, when reigned no moreGlaucus, in battle slain, -- all who abodeAround Phoenice's towers, and by the crestOf Massicytus, and Chimaera's glen.So man slew man in fight; but more than allEurypylus hurled doom on many a foe.First slew he battle-bider Eurytus,Menoetius of the glancing taslet next,Elephenor's godlike comrades. Fell with theseHarpalus, wise Odysseus' warrior-friend;But in the fight afar that hero toiled,And might not aid his fallen henchman: yetFierce Antiphus for that slain man was wroth,And hurled his spear against Eurypylus,Yet touched him not; the strong shaft glanced aside,And pierced Meilanion battle-staunch, the sonOf Cleite lovely-faced, Erylaus' bride,Who bare him where Caicus meets the sea.Wroth for his comrade slain, EurypylusRushed upon Antiphus, but terror-wingedHe plunged amid his comrades; so the spearOf the avenger slew him not, whose doomWas one day wretchedly to be devouredBy the manslaying Cyclops: so it pleasedStern Fate, I know not why. Elsewhither spedEurypylus; and aye as he rushed onFell 'neath his spear a multitude untold.As tall trees, smitten by the strength of steelIn mountain-forest, fill the dark ravines,Heaped on the earth confusedly, so fellThe Achaeans 'neath Eurypylus' flying spears --Till heart-uplifted met him face to faceAchilles' son. The long spears in their handsThey twain swung up, each hot to smite his foe.But first Eurypylus cried the challenge-cry;"Who art thou? Whence hast come to brave me here?To Hades merciless Fate is bearing thee;For in grim fight hath none escaped mine hands;But whoso, eager for the fray, have comeHither, on all have I hurled anguished death.By Xanthus' streams have dogs devoured their fleshAnd gnawed their bones. Answer me, who art thou?Whose be the steeds that bear thee exultant on?"Answered Achilles' battle-eager son:"Wherefore, when I am hurrying to the fray,Dost thou, a foe, put question thus to me,As might a friend, touching my lineage,Which many know? Achilles' son am I,Son of the man whose long spear smote thy sire,And made him flee -- yea, and the ruthless fatesOf death had seized him, but my father's selfHealed him upon the brink of woeful death.The steeds which bear me were my godlike sire's;These the West-wind begat, the Harpy bare:Over the barren sea their feet can raceSkimming its crests: in speed they match the winds.Since then thou know'st the lineage of my steedsAnd mine, now put thou to the test the mightOf my strong spear, born on steep Pelion's crest,Who hath left his father-stock and forest there."He spake; and from the chariot sprang to earthThat glorious man: he swung the long spear up.But in his brawny hand his foe hath seizedA monstrous stone: full at the golden shieldOf Neoptolemus he sped its flight;But, no whir staggered by its whirlwind rush,He like a giant mountain-foreland stoodWhich all the banded fury of river-floodsCan stir not, rooted in the eternal hills;So stood unshaken still Achilles' son.Yet not for this Eurypylus' dauntless mightShrank from Achilles' son invincible,On-spurred by his own hardihood and by Fate.Their hearts like caldrons seethed o'er fires of wrath,Their glancing armour flashed about their limbs.Like terrible lions each on other rushed,Which fight amid the mountains famine-stung,Writhing and leaping in the strain of strifeFor a slain ox or stag, while all the glensRing with their conflict; so they grappled, soClashed they in pitiless strife. On either handLong lines of warriors Greek and Trojan toiledIn combat: round them roared up flames of war.Like mighty rushing winds they hurled togetherWith eager spears for blood of life athirst.Hard by them stood Enyo, spurred them onCeaselessly: never paused they from the strife.Now hewed they each the other's shield, and nowThrust at the greaves, now at the crested helms.Reckless of wounds, in that grim toil pressed onThose aweless heroes: Strife incarnate watchedAnd gloated o'er them. Ran the sweat in streamsFrom either: straining hard they stood their ground,For both were of the seed of Blessed Ones.From Heaven, with hearts at variance, Gods looked down;For some gave glory to Achilles' son,Some to Eurypylus the godlike. StillThey fought on, giving ground no more than rock.Of granite mountains. Rang from side to sideSpear-smitten shields. At last the Pelian lance,Sped onward by a mighty thrust, hath passedClear through Eurypylus' throat. Forth poured the bloodTorrent-like; through the portal of the woundThe soul from the body flew: darkness of deathDropped o'er his eyes. To earth in clanging armsHe fell, like stately pine or silver firUprooted by the fury of Boreas;Such space of earth Eurypylus' giant frameCovered in falling: rang again the floorAnd plain of Troyland. Grey death-pallor sweptOver the corpse, and all the flush of lifeFaded away. With a triumphant laughShouted the mighty hero over him:"Eurypylus, thou saidst thou wouldst destroyThe Danaan ships and men, wouldst slay us allWretchedly -- but the Gods would not fulfilThy wish. For all thy might invincible,My father's massy spear hath now subduedThee under me, that spear no man shall 'scape,Though he be brass all through, who faceth me." 2ff7e9595c
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