In orderly array; the foot all arm’d Rush’d forward, and the clamor of the host Rose infinite into the dawning skies.60 First, at the trench, the embattled infantry[6] Stood ranged; the chariots follow’d close behind; Dire was the tumult by Saturnian Jove Excited, and from ether down he shed Blood-tinctured dews among them, for he meant65 That day to send full many a warrior bold To Pluto’s dreary realm, slain premature. Opposite, on the rising-ground, appear’d The Trojans; them majestic Hector led, Noble Polydamas, Æneas raised70 To godlike honors in all Trojan hearts, And Polybus, with whom Antenor’s sons Agenor, and young Acamas advanced. Hector the splendid orb of his broad shield Bore in the van, and as a comet now75 Glares through the clouds portentous, and again, Obscured by gloomy vapors, disappears, So Hector, marshalling his host, in front Now shone, now vanish’d in the distant rear. All-cased he flamed in brass, and on the sight80 Flash’d as the lightnings of Jove Ægis-arm’d. As reapers, toiling opposite,[7] lay bare Some rich man’s furrows, while the sever’d grain, Barley or wheat, sinks as the sickle moves, So Greeks and Trojans springing into fight85 Slew mutual; foul retreat alike they scorn’d, Alike in fierce hostility their heads Both bore aloft, and rush’d like wolves to war. Discord, spectatress terrible, that sight Beheld exulting; she, of all the Gods,90 Alone was present; not a Power beside There interfered, but each his bright abode Quiescent occupied wherever built Among the windings of the Olympian heights; Yet blamed they all the storm-assembler King95 Saturnian, for his purposed aid to Troy. The eternal father reck’d not; he, apart, Seated in solitary pomp, enjoy’d His glory, and from on high the towers survey’d Of Ilium and the fleet of Greece, the flash100 Of gleaming arms, the slayer and the slain. While morning lasted, and the light of day Increased, so long the weapons on both sides Flew in thick vollies, and the people fell. But, what time his repast the woodman spreads105 In some umbrageous vale, his sinewy arms Wearied with hewing many a lofty tree, And his wants satisfied, he feels at length The pinch of appetite to pleasant food,[8] Then was it, that encouraging aloud110 Each other, in their native virtue strong, The Grecians through the phalanx burst of Troy. Forth sprang the monarch first; he slew the Chief Bianor, nor himself alone, but slew Oïleus also driver of his steeds.115 Oïleus, with a leap alighting, rush’d On Agamemnon; he his fierce assault Encountering, with a spear met full his front. Nor could his helmet’s ponderous brass sustain That force, but both his helmet and his skull120 It shatter’d, and his martial rage repress’d. The King of men, stripping their corselets, bared Their shining breasts, and left them. Isus, next, And Antiphus he flew to slay, the sons Of Priam both, and in one chariot borne,125 This spurious, genuine that. The bastard drove, And Antiphus, a warrior high-renown’d,