Of mountain brass, resplendent-white: famed gift
Of Vulcan: o’er his breast he fitted close
The corselet, variegated, beautiful,
Of shining gold; this Jove-born Pallas gave,
When first he rush’d to meet the mingling groans
Of battle. Then the mighty man athwart
His shoulder slung the sword, whose edge repels
Th’ approach of mortal harms: and clasp’d around
His bosom, and reclining o’er his back,
He cast the hollow quiver. Lurk’d therein