NOW marshall'd all beneath their several chiefs, With deafening shouts, and with the clang of arms, The host of Troy advanced. Such clang is heard Along the skies, when from incessant showers Escaping, and from winter's cold, the cranes Take wing, and over Ocean speed away; Woe to the land of dwarfs! prepared, they fly For slaughter of the small Pygmaean race. Not so the Greeks; they breathing valour came, But silent all, and all with faithful hearts On succour mutual to the last, resolved. As when the south wind wraps the mountain top In mist, the sheperd's dread, but to the thief Than night itself more welcome, and the eye Is bounded in its ken to a stone's cast, Such from beneath their footsteps dun and dense Uprose the dust, for swift they cross the plain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CINQUAIN: AMAZE by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE VOICE OF SPRING by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 32. THERE'S NO DEFENCE AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |