Him fallen by both feet Calchodon’s son 550
Seized, royal Elephenor, leader brave
Of the Abantes, and in haste to strip
His armor, drew him from the fight aside.
But short was that attempt. Him so employ’d
Dauntless Agenor mark’d, and as he stoop’d, 555
In his unshielded flank a pointed spear
Implanted deep; he languid sunk and died.
So Elephenor fell, for whom arose
Sharp conflict; Greeks and Trojans mutual flew
Like wolves to battle, and man grappled man. 560
102 Then Telamonian Ajax, in his prime
Of youthful vigor Simöisius slew,
Son of Anthemion. Him on Simoïs’ banks
His mother bore, when with her parents once
She came from Ida down to view the flocks, 565
And thence they named him; but his parents’
He lived not to requite, in early youth
Slain by the spear of Ajax famed in arms.
For him advancing Ajax at the pap
Wounded; right through his shoulder driven the point 570
Stood forth behind; he fell, and press’d the dust.
So in some spacious marsh the poplar falls
Smooth-skinn’d, with boughs unladen save aloft;
Some chariot-builder with his axe the trunk
Severs, that he may warp it to a wheel 575
Of shapely form; meantime exposed it lies
To parching airs beside the running stream;
Such Simöisius seemed, Anthemion’s son,
Whom noble Ajax slew. But soon at him
Antiphus, son of Priam, bright in arms, 580
Hurl’d through the multitude his pointed spear.
He erred from Ajax, but he pierced the groin
Of Leucus, valiant warrior of the band
Led by Ulysses. He the body dragg’d
Apart, but fell beside it, and let fall, 585
Breathless himself, the burthen from his hand.
Then burn’d Ulysses’ wrath for Leucus slain,
And through the foremost combatants, array’d
In dazzling arms, he rush’d. Full near he stood,
And, looking keen around him, hurl’d a lance. 590
Back fell the Trojans from before the face
Dispersed of great Ulysses. Not in vain
His weapon flew, but on the field outstretch’d
103 A spurious son of Priam, from the shores
Call’d of Abydus famed for fleetest mares, 595
Democoon; him, for Leucus’ sake enraged,
Ulysses through both temples with his spear
Transpierced. The night of death hung on his eyes,
And sounding on his batter’d arms he fell.
Then Hector and the van of Troy retired; 600
Loud shout the Grecians; these draw off the dead,
Those onward march amain, and from the heights
Of Pergamus Apollo looking down
In anger, to the Trojans called aloud.
Turn, turn, ye Trojans! face your Grecian foes. 605
They, like yourselves, are vulnerable flesh,
Not adamant or steel. Your direst dread
Achilles, son of Thetis radiant-hair’d,
Fights not, but sullen in his fleet abides.
Such from the citadel was heard the voice 610
Of dread Apollo. But Minerva ranged
Meantime, Tritonian progeny of Jove,
The Grecians, rousing whom she saw remiss.
Then Amarynceus’ son, Diores, felt
The force of fate, bruised by a rugged rock 615
At his right heel, which Pirus, Thracian Chief,
The son of Imbrasus of Ænos, threw.
Bones and both tendons in its fall the mass
Enormous crush’d. He, stretch’d in dust supine,
With palms outspread toward his warrior friends 620
Lay gasping life away. But he who gave
The fatal blow, Pirus, advancing, urged
Into his navel a keen lance, and shed
His bowels forth; then, darkness veil’d his eyes.
Nor Pirus long survived; him through the breast 625
Above the pap, Ætolian Thoas pierced,
And in his lungs set fast the quivering spear.
Then Thoas swift approach’d, pluck’d from the wound
104 His stormy spear, and with his falchion bright
Gashing his middle belly, stretch’d him dead. 630
Yet stripp’d he not the slain, whom with long spears
His Thracians hairy-scalp’d so round about
Encompassed, that though bold and large of limb
Were Thoas, from before them him they thrust
Staggering and reeling in his forced retreat. 635
They therefore in the dust, the Epean Chief
Diores, and the Thracian, Pirus lay
Stretch’d side by side, with numerous slain around.
Then had Minerva led through all that field
Some warrior yet unhurt, him sheltering safe 640
From all annoyance dread of dart or spear,
No cause of blame in either had he found
That day, so many Greeks and Trojans press’d,
Extended side by side, the dusty plain.
ARGUMENT OF THE FIFTH BOOK.
Diomede is extraordinarily distinguished. He kills Pandarus, who had violated the truce, and wounds first Venus and then Mars.
BOOK V.
Then Athenæan Pallas on the son
Of Tydeus, Diomede, new force conferr’d
And daring courage, that the Argives all
He might surpass, and deathless fame achieve.
Fires on his helmet and his shield around 5
She kindled, bright and steady as the star
Autumnal, which in Ocean newly bathed
Assumes fresh beauty; with such glorious beams
His head encircling and his shoulders broad,
She urged him forth into the thickest fight. 10
There lived a man in Troy, Dares his name,
The priest of Vulcan; rich he was and good,
The father of two sons, Idæus this,
That, Phegeus call’d; accomplish’d warriors both.
These, issuing from their phalanx, push’d direct 15
Their steeds at Diomede, who fought on foot.
When now small interval was left between,
First Phegeus his long-shadow’d spear dismiss’d;
But over Diomede’s left shoulder pass’d
108 The point, innocuous. Then his splendid lance 20
Tydides hurl’d; nor ineffectual flew
The weapon from his hand, but Phegeus pierced
His paps between, and forced him to the ground.
At once, his sumptuous chariot left, down leap’d
Idæsus, wanting courage to defend 25
His brother slain; nor had he scaped himself
His louring fate, but Vulcan, to preserve
His ancient priest from unmixt sorrow, snatch’d
The fugitive in darkness wrapt, away.
Then brave Tydides, driving off the steeds, 30
Consign’d them to his fellow-warriors’ care,
That they might lead them down into the fleet.
The valiant Trojans, when they saw the sons
Of Dares, one beside his chariot slain,
And one by flight preserved, through all their host 35
Felt consternation. Then Minerva seized
The hand of fiery Mars, and thus she spake.
Gore-tainted homicide, town-battering Mars!
Leave we the Trojans and the Greeks to wage
Fierce fight alone, Jove prospering whom he will, 40
So shall we not provoke our father’s ire.
She said, and from the fight conducted forth
The impetuous Deity, whom on
the side
She seated of Scamander deep-embank’d.
And now the host of Troy to flight inclined 45
Before the Grecians, and the Chiefs of Greece
Each slew a warrior. Agamemnon first
Gigantic Odius from his chariot hurl’d.
Chief of the Halizonians. He to flight
Turn’d foremost, when the monarch in his spine 50
Between the shoulder-bones his spear infixt,
And urged it through his breast. Sounding he fell,
And loud his batter’d armor rang around.
By brave Idomeneus a Lydian died,
Phæstus, from fruitful Tarne sent to Troy, 55
Son of Mæonian Borus; him his steeds
109 Mounting, Idomeneus the spear-renown’d
Through his right shoulder pierced; unwelcome night
Involved him; from his chariot down he fell,
And the attendant Cretans stripp’d his arms. 60
But Menelaus, son of Atreus slew
With his bright spear Scamandrius, Stropius’ son,
A skilful hunter; for Diana him,
Herself, the slaughter of all savage kinds
Had taught, on mountain or in forest bred. 65
But she, shaft-aiming Goddess, in that hour
Avail’d him not, nor his own matchless skill;
For Menelaus, Atreus son spear-famed,
Him flying wounded in the spine between
His shoulders, and the spear urged through his breast. 70
Prone on his loud-resounding arms he fell.
Next, by Meriones, Phereclus died,
Son of Harmonides. All arts that ask
A well-instructed hand his sire had learn’d,
For Pallas dearly loved him. He the fleet, 75
Prime source of harm to Troy and to himself,
For Paris built, unskill’d to spell aright
The oracles predictive of the wo.
Phereclus fled; Meriones his flight
Outstripping, deep in his posterior flesh 80
A spear infix’d; sliding beneath the bone
It grazed his bladder as it pass’d, and stood
Protruded far before. Low on his knees
Phereclus sank, and with a shriek expired.
110 Pedæus, whom, although his spurious son, 85
Antenor’s wife, to gratify her lord,
Had cherish’d as her own — him Meges slew.
Warlike Phylides following close his flight,
His keen lance drove into his poll, cut sheer
His tongue within, and through his mouth enforced 90
The glittering point. He, prostrate in the dust,
The cold steel press’d between his teeth and died.
Eurypylus, Evemon’s son, the brave
Hypsenor slew; Dolopion was his sire,
Priest of Scamander, reverenced as a God. 95
In vain before Eurypylus he fled;
He, running, with his falchion lopp’d his arm
Fast by the shoulder; on the field his hand
Fell blood-distained, and destiny severe
With shades of death for ever veil’d his eyes. 100
Thus strenuous they the toilsome battle waged.
But where Tydides fought, whether in aid
Of Ilium’s host, or on the part of Greece,
Might none discern. For as a winter-flood
Impetuous, mounds and bridges sweeps away; 105
The buttress’d bridge checks not its sudden force,
The firm inclosure of vine-planted fields
Luxuriant, falls before it; finish’d works
Of youthful hinds, once pleasant to the eye,
Now levell’d, after ceaseless rain from Jove; 110
So drove Tydides into sudden flight
The Trojans; phalanx after phalanx fled
Before the terror of his single arm.
When him Lycaon’s son illustrious saw
Scouring the field, and from before his face 115
The ranks dispersing wide, at once he bent
Against Tydides his elastic bow.
111 The arrow met him in his swift career
Sure-aim’d; it struck direct the hollow mail
Of his right shoulder, with resistless force 120
Transfix’d it, and his hauberk stain’d with blood.
Loud shouted then Lycaon’s son renown’d.
Rush on, ye Trojans, spur your coursers hard.
Our fiercest foe is wounded, and I deem
His death not distant far, if me the King 125
Jove’s son, indeed, from Lycia sent to Troy.
So boasted Pandarus. Yet him the dart
Quell’d not. Retreating, at his coursers’ heads
He stood, and to the son of Capaneus
His charioteer and faithful friend he said. 130
Arise, sweet son of Capaneus, dismount,
And from my shoulder draw this bitter shaft.
He spake; at once the son of Capaneus
Descending, by its barb the bitter shaft
Drew forth; blood spouted through his twisted mail 135
Incontinent, and thus the Hero pray’d.
Unconquer’d daughter of Jove Ægis-arm’d!
If ever me, propitious, or my sire
Thou hast in furious fight help’d heretofore,
Now aid me also. Bring within the reach 140
Of my swift spear, Oh grant me to strike through
The warrior who hath check’d my course, and boasts
The sun’s bright beams for ever quench’d to me!
He prayed, and Pallas heard; she braced his limbs,
She wing’d him with alacrity divine, 145
And, standing at his side, him thus bespake.
Now Diomede, be bold! Fight now with Troy.
To thee, thy father’s spirit I impart
Fearless; shield-shaking Tydeus felt the same.
I also from thine eye the darkness purge 150
112 Which dimm’d thy sight before, that thou may’st know
Both Gods and men; should, therefore, other God
Approach to try thee, fight not with the powers
Immortal; but if foam-born Venus come,
Her spare not. Wound her with thy glittering spear. 155
So spake the blue-eyed Deity, and went,
Then with the champions in the van again
Tydides mingled; hot before, he fights
With threefold fury now, nor less enraged
Than some gaunt lion whom o’erleaping light 160
The fold, a shepherd hath but gall’d, not kill’d,
Him irritating more; thenceforth the swain
Lurks unresisting; flies the abandon’d flock;
Heaps slain on heaps he leaves, and with a bound
Surmounting all impediment, escapes; 165
Such seem’d the valiant Diomede incensed
To fury, mingling with the host of Troy.
Astynoüs and Hypenor first he slew;
One with his brazen lance above the pap
He pierced, and one with his huge falchion smote 170
Fast by the key-bone, from the neck and spine
His parted shoulder driving at a blow.
Them leaving, Polyides next he sought
And Abas, sons of a dream-dealing seer,
Eurydamas; their hoary father’s dreams 175
Or not interpreted, or kept concealed,
Them saved not, for by Diomede they died.
Xanthus and Thöon he encounter’d next,
Both sons of Phænops, sons of his old age,
Who other heir had none of all his wealth, 180
113 Nor hoped another, worn with many years.
Tydides slew them both; nor aught remain’d
To the old man but sorrow for his sons
For ever lost, and strangers were his heirs.
Two sons of Priam in one chariot borne 185
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nbsp; Echemon next, and Chromius felt his hand
Resistless. As a lion on the herd
Leaping, while they the shrubs and bushes browse,
Breaks short the neck of heifer or of steer,
So them, though clinging fast and loth to fall, 190
Tydides hurl’d together to the ground,
Then stripp’d their splendid armor, and the steeds
Consigned and chariot to his soldiers’ care.
Æneas him discern’d scattering the ranks,
And through the battle and the clash of spears 195
Went seeking godlike Pandarus; ere long
Finding Lycaon’s martial son renown’d,
He stood before him, and him thus address’d.
Thy bow, thy feather’d shafts, and glorious name
Where are they, Pandarus? whom none of Troy 200
Could equal, whom of Lycia, none excel.
Come. Lift thine hands to Jove, and at yon Chief
Dispatch an arrow, who afflicts the host
Of Ilium thus, conquering where’er he flies,
And who hath slaughter’d numerous brave in arms, 205
But him some Deity I rather deem
Avenging on us his neglected rites,
And who can stand before an angry God?
Him answer’d then Lycaon’s son renown’d.
Brave leader of the Trojans brazen-mail’d, 210
Æneas! By his buckler which I know,
And by his helmet’s height, considering, too
His steeds, I deem him Diomede the bold;
Yet such pronounce him not, who seems a God.
But if bold Diomede indeed he be 215
Of whom I speak, not without aid from heaven
His fury thus prevails, but at his side
Some God, in clouds enveloped, turns away
114 From him the arrow to a devious course.
Already, at his shoulder’s hollow mail 220
My shaft hath pierced him through, and him I deem’d
Dismiss’d full sure to Pluto ere his time
But he survives; whom therefore I at last
Perforce conclude some angry Deity.
Steeds have I none or chariot to ascend, 225
Who have eleven chariots in the stands
Left of Lycaon, with fair hangings all
O’ermantled, strong, new finish’d, with their steeds
In pairs beside them, eating winnow’d grain.
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