ting points, and spits from it the foam of the
sea: thus then the thick phalanxes of the Greeks moved incessantly on to
battle. Each leader commanded his own troops. The rest went in silence
(nor would you have said that so numerous an army followed, having the
power of speech in their breasts), silently reverencing their leaders.
And around them all their arms of various workmanship shone brightly;
clad with which, they proceeded in order. But the Trojans, as the sheep
of a rich man stand countless in the fold, whilst they are milked of
their white milk, continually bleating, having heard the voice of their
lambs--thus was the clamour of the Trojans excited through the wide
army. For there was not the same shout of all, nor the same voice, but
their language was mixed, for the men were called from many climes.
These Mars urged on, but those blue-eyed Minerva,[190] and Terror, and
Rout, and Strife, insatiably raging, the sister and attendant of
homicide Mars, she raises her head, small indeed at first, but
afterwards she has fixed her head in heaven, and stalks along the earth.
Then also she, going through the crowd, increasing the groaning of the
men, cast into the midst upon them contention alike destruction to all.

[Footnote 190:

"On th' other side, Satan alarm'd
Collecting all his might dilated stood,
Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved:
His stature reach'd the sky."--Paradise Lost, iv. 985.]

But they, when now meeting, they had reached the same place, at once
joined their ox-hide shields, and their spears, and the might of
brazen-mailed warriors; and the bossy shields met one another, and much
battle-din arose. There at the same time were heard both the groans and
shouts of men slaying and being slain; and the earth flowed with blood.
As when wintry torrents flowing down from the mountains, mix in a basin
the impetuous water from their great springs in a hollow ravine, and the
shepherd in the mountains hears the distant roar--so arose the shouting
and panic of them, mixed together.

Antilochus first killed a Trojan warrior, Echepolus, son of Thalysias,
valiant in the van. Him he first struck on the cone of his horse-plumed
helmet, and the brazen point fixed itself in his forehead, then pierced
the bone, and darkness veiled his eyes; and he fell, like a tower, in
fierce conflict. Him fallen, king Elephenor, the offspring of Chalcodon,
chief of the magnanimous Abantes, seized by the feet, and w