XIX White with Dust. As by the wind the flying chaff is borne O'er sacred threshing-floor at winnowing time, And husky heaps rise white; so then with dust XX A steady Line. Unmoved they stood, as clouds in breathless calm Stayed by Cronion on the mountain ridge And all the raging winds that blow amain And scatter with shrill blast the shadowy rack. So firm the Danaans stood, nor fled the foe. Ε. 554-560. οἴω τώ γε λέοντε δύω όρεος κορυφῇσιν ἐτραφέτην ὑπὸ μητρὶ βαθείης τάρφεσιν ὕλης τὼ μὲν ἄρ ̓ ἁρπάζοντε βόας καὶ ἴφια μῆλα σταθμοὺς ἀνθρώπων κεραΐζετον, ὄφρα καὶ αὐτὼ ἀνδρῶν ἐν παλάμῃσι κατέκταθεν ὀξέϊ χαλκῷ· τοίω τω χείρεσσιν ὑπ ̓ Αἰνείαο δαμέντε καππεσέτην, ἐλάτῃσιν ἐοικότες ὑψηλῇσιν. Ε. 506-600. τὸν δὲ ἰδὼν ῥίγησε βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Διομήδης. ὡς δ ̓ ὅτ ̓ ἀνὴρ ἀπάλαμνος, ἰὼν πολέος πεδίοιο, στήῃ ἐπ ̓ ὠκυρόῳ ποταμῷ ἄλαδε προρέοντι, ἀφρῷ μορμύροντα ἰδὼν, ἀνά τ' ἔδραμ ̓ ὀπίσσω, ὡς τότε Τυδείδης ἀνεχάζετο. XXI The Slayers slain. As lions twain, upon the mountain tops By hand and weapon keen of man are slain : XXII Diomed checked at the Sight of Ares aiding Hector. Chilled at the sight was Diomed, good in fray. And as a traveller o'er some weary waste Stands helpless at a river swift of stream E. 767-772. ὡς ἔφατ ̓ οὐδ ̓ ἀπίθησε θεὰ λευκώλενος Ηρη μάστιξεν δ ̓ ἵππους· τω δ ̓ οὐκ ἀεκόντε πετέσθην μεσσηγὺς γαίης τε καὶ οὐρανοῦ ἀστερόεντος. ὅσσον δ ̓ ἠεροειδὲς ἀνὴρ ἴδεν ὀφθαλμοῖσιν, ἥμενος ἐν σκοπιῇ λεύσσων ἐπὶ οἴνοπα πόντον, τόσσον ἐπιθρώσκουσι θεῶν ὑψηχέες ἵπποι. E. 864-867. οἴη δ ̓ ἐκ νεφέων ἐρεβεννὴ φαίνεται ἀὴρ E. 902-904. ὡς δ ̓ ὅτ ̓ ὀπὸς γάλα λευκὸν ἐπειγόμενος συνέπηξεν ὑγρὸν ἐὸν, μάλα δ ̓ ὦκα περιτρέφεται κυκόωντι, ὡς ἄρα καρπαλίμως ἰήσατο θοῦρον "Αρηα. Η 1 XXIII Here descends to aid the Greeks. He spake nor white-armed Here disobeyed, XXIV Ares withdraws, wounded. And as the air is dark with thunderclouds, Darkling was seen, as all in clouds enwrapt XXV The Wound staunched. And quick as fig-juice curdles the white milk Liquid before, but, as 'tis stirred around, Fast thickening into clots-so swift the leech Staunched with his simples the bold War-god's wound. |