Impatient for the war, the stalwart youths,
Black masses, bristling close with spear and shield.”
Or again, when, after Agamemnon has retired wounded from the battle, Hector comes forth and slips his Trojans on the Achæan host, as some hunter slips his white-teethed hounds on a wild boar or a lion, and himself
“Fell on their battle, as some roaring storm
Leaps down and heaves the sleeping violet sea.”
One after another he lays low the chiefs, and their names fill three hexameters.
“Of the leaders these
He slew, then on the nameless people fell
As when with hurricane deep the west wind smites
White summer clouds high piled by the clear south,