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 Meantime, as sheep within the yard   of some great cattle-master, While the white milk is drain'd from them,   stand round in number countless, And, grievèd by their lambs' complaint,   respond with bleat incessant; So then along their ample host   arose the Troian hurly. For neither common words spake théy,   nor kindred accent utter'd; But mingled was the tongue of men    from divers places summon'd. By Arès these were urgèd on,    those by grey-ey'd Athenè, By Fear, by Panic, and by Strife   immeasurably eager, The sister and companion   of hero-slaying Arès, Who truly doth at first her crest   but humble rear; thereafter, Planting upon the ground her feet,   her head in heaven fixeth.

, Iliad 19, 403

Hanging low his auburn head, Sweeping with his mane the ground, From beneath his collar shed, Xanthus, hark! a voice hath found, Xanthus of the flashing feet: Whitearm'd Herè gave the sound. 'Lord Achilles, strong and fleet! Trust us, we will bear thee home; Yet cometh nigh thy day of doom: No doom of ours, but doom that stands By God and mighty Fate's commands. 'Twas not that we were slow or slack Patroclus lay a corpse, his back All stript of arms by Trojan hands.