whole city beside: even such was the sight we saw—the
war-god raging untamed, the Danaans streaming up to the
roof, the door blockaded by a long penthouse of shields. 25
The scaling ladders are clasping the walls; close to the very
door men are climbing, with their left hands presenting
the buckler to shelter them from darts, while with their
right they are clasping the battlements. The Dardans,
on their part, are tearing up from the palace turret and 30
roof—such the weapons with which, in their dire extremity,
in the last death-struggle, they make ready for their