Then of the chiefs, as wider spread the fight, Each singled each; Menoetius’ noble son First threw his pointed spear, and on the thigh Struck Areilochus, in act to turn; Right through the point was driv’n; the weighty spear Shatter’d the bone, and prone to earth he fell. The warlike Menelaus aim’d his spear Where Thoas’ breast, unguarded by his shield, Was left expos’d; and slack’d his limbs in death. Phyleus’ brave son, as rush’d Amphiclus on, Stood firm, with eye observant; then th’ attack Preventing, through his thigh, high up, where lie The strongest muscles, smote; the weapon’s point Sever’d the tendons; darkness clos’d his eyes. Of Nestor’s sons, Antilochus, the first, Atymnius wounded, driving through his flank He brazen spear; prone on his face he fell. Then, burning to avenge his brother’s death, Stood Maris o’er the corpse, and hand to hand Engaged Antilochus; but ere a blow Was struck, the godlike Thrasymedes drove Through his right shoulder, with unerring aim, His glitt’ring spear; the point his upper arm Tore from the muscles, shatt’ring all the bone: Thund’ring he fell, and darkness clos’d his eyes. So to the shades, by those two brethren’s hands Subdued, Sarpedon’s comrades brave were sent, The sons of Amisodarus, who rear’d The dread Chimaera, bane of mortal men. On Cleobulus, wounded in the press, Ajax Oileus sprang, and captive took, Alive; but sudden on his neck let fall His hilted sword, and quench’d the fire of life. The hot blood dyed the sword; the darkling shades Of death, and rig’rous fate, his eyes o’erspread. Then Peneleus and Lycon, hand to hand, Engag’d in combat; both had miss’d their aim, And bootless hurl’d their weapons; then with swords They met; first Lycon on the crested helm Dealt a fierce blow; but in his hand the blade Up to the hilt was shiver’d; then the sword Of Peneleus his neck, below the ear, Dissever’d; deeply in his throat the blade Was plung’d, and by the skin alone was stay’d; Down droop’d his head, his limbs relax’d in death. Meriones by speed of foot o’ertook, And, as his car he mounted, Acarnas Though the right shoulder pierc’d; down from the car He fell; the shades of death his eyes o’erspread. Full on the mouth of Erymas was thrust The weapon of Idomeneus; right through, The white bones crashing, pass’d the brazen spear Below the brain; his teeth were shatter’d all; With blood, which with convulsive sobs he blew From mouth and nostril, both his eyes were fill’d; And death’s dark cloud encompass’d him around. Thus slew the Grecian leaders each his man.