Of shame upon him fell midst those of heaven,
His gory trophies leaving to these hands.”
So said he: but in no wise to obey
Enter’d the thought of Cygnus the spear-skill’d:
Nor rein’d he back the chariot-whirling steeds.
Then truly from their close-compacted cars
Instant as thought they leap’d to earth: the son
Of kingly Mars, the son of mighty Jove.
Aside, though not remote, the charioteers
The coursers drove of flowing manes: but then