Those in the flow’ry plain of Pyrrhasus, To Ceres dear, who dwelt; in Phylace, In Iton, rich in flocks, and, by the sea, In Antron, and in Pteleon’s grass-clad meads; These led Protesilaus, famed in arms, While yet he liv’d; now laid beneath the sod. In Phylace were left his weeping wife, And half-built house; him, springing to the shore, First of the Greeks, a Dardan warrior slew. Nor were his troops, their leader though they mourn’d, Left leaderless; the post of high command Podarces claim’d of right, true plant of Mars, Iphiclus’ son, the rich Phylacides; The brother of Protesilaus he, Younger in years, nor equal in renown; Yet of a chief no want the forces felt, Though much they mourn’d their valiant leader slain. In his command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. Those who from Pherae came, beside the lake Boebeis, and who dwelt in Glaphyrae, In Boebe, and Iolcos’ well-built fort, These in eleven ships Eumelus led, Whom Pelias’ daughter, fairest of her race, Divine Alcestis to Admetus bore. Who in Methone and Thaumacia dwelt, In Meliboea and Olizon’s rock; These Philoctetes, skilful archer, led. Sev’n ships were theirs, and ev’ry ship was mann’d By fifty rowers, skilful archers all. But he, their chief, was lying, rack’d with pain, On Lemnos’ sacred isle; there left perforce In torture from a venomous serpent’s wound: There he in anguish lay: nor long, ere Greeks Of royal Philoctetes felt their need. Yet were his troops, their leader though they mourn’d, Not leaderless: Oileus’ bastard son, Medon, of Rhene born, their ranks array’d. Who in Œchalia, Eurytus’ domain, In Tricca, and in rough Ithome dwelt, These Podalirius and Machaon led, Two skilful leeches, Æsculapius’ sons. Of these came thirty ships in order due. Who in Ormenium and Asterium dwelt, By Hypereia’s fount, and on the heights Of Titanum’s white peaks, of these was chief Eurypylus, Euaemon’s gallant son; In his command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. Who in Argissa and Gyrtona dwelt, Ortha, Elone, and the white-wall’d town Of Oloosson, Polypoetes led; Son of Pirithous, progeny of Jove, A warrior bold; Hippodamia fair Him to Pirithous bore, what time he slew The shaggy Centaurs, and from Pelion’s heights For refuge ’mid the rude Æthices drove. Nor he alone; with him to Troy there came A scion true of Mars, Leonteus, heir Of nobly-born Coronus, Caeneus’ son. In their command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. With two and twenty vessels Gouneus came From Cythus; he the Enienes led, And the Peraebians’ warlike tribes, and those Who dwelt around Dodona’s wintry heights, Or till’d the soil upon the lovely banks Of Titaresius, who to Peneus pours The tribute of his clearly-flowing stream; Yet mingles not with Peneus’ silver waves, But on the surface floats like oil, his source From Styx deriving, in whose awful name Both Gods and men by holiest oaths are bound.