Hurl’d from his chariot, with compassion moved,
His youth deplored; deplored him, glorious late
For mighty deeds, now doom’d to mighty woes;
Now dragg’d along the dust, his feet in air:
Till, hasting to his aid, and scarce at length
The frantic mares restraining, from the reins
The charioteers released him, and convey’d,
With wounds and gore disfigured, to his friends.
The just Amphictyons on the Athenian steeds
The Delphic laurel solemnly conferr’d.”