The city of the Myrmidons gave back
Their lifted voices, and Iolchos famed,
And Arne, and Anthea’s grass-girt walls,
And Helice. Thus with amazing shout
They join’d in battle: all-considering Jove
Then greatly thunder’d: from the clouds of heaven
[271]He cast forth dews of blood, and signal thus
Of onset gave to his high-daring son.
[272]As in the mountain thickets the wild boar,
Grim to behold, and arm’d with jutting fangs,