And aimed from high: the full descending blow
Cleaves the broad front and beardless cheeks in two.
}
{ Down sinks the giant with a thundering sound:
{ His ponderous limbs oppress the trembling ground;
{ Blood, brains, and foam, gush from the gaping wound.
Scalp, face, and shoulders, the keen steel divides;
And the shared visage hangs on equal sides.
The Trojans fly from their approaching fate:
And, had the victor then secured the gate,