Full many arrows: shuddering horror they
Inflicted, and the agony of death
Sudden, that chokes the suffocated voice:
The points were barb’d with death, and bitter steep’d
In human tears: burnish’d the lengthening shafts:
And they were feather’d from the tawny plume
Of eagles. Now he grasp’d the solid spear
Sharpen’d with brass: and on his brows of strength
Placed the forged helm, high-wrought in adamant,
That cased the temples round, and fenced the head