Gave to the Trojans; right toward the foss
  They drove the Greeks, while Hector in the van
  Advanced, death menacing in every look. 
    As some fleet hound close-threatening flank or haunch 390
  Of boar or lion, oft as he his head
  Turns flying, marks him with a steadfast eye,
  So Hector chased the Grecians, slaying still
  The hindmost of the scatter’d multitude. 
  But when, at length, both piles and hollow foss 395
  They had surmounted, and no few had fallen
  By Trojan hands, within their fleet they stood
  Imprison’d, calling each to each, and prayer
  With lifted hands, loud offering to the Gods. 
  With Gorgon looks, meantime, and eyes of Mars, 400
  Hector impetuous his mane-tossing steeds
  From side to side before the rampart drove,
  When white-arm’d Juno pitying the Greeks,
  In accents wing’d her speech to Pallas turn’d. 
    Alas, Jove’s daughter! shall not we at least 405
  In this extremity of their distress
  Care for the Grecians by the fatal force
  Of this one Chief destroy’d?  I can endure
  The rage of Priameian Hector now
  No longer; such dire mischiefs he hath wrought. 410
    Whom answer’d thus Pallas, caerulean-eyed. 
  —­And Hector had himself long since his life
  Resign’d and rage together, by the Greeks
  Slain under Ilium’s walls, but Jove, my sire,
  Mad counsels executing and perverse, 415
  Me counterworks in all that I attempt,
  Nor aught remembers how I saved ofttimes
  His son enjoin’d full many a task severe
  By King Eurystheus; to the Gods he wept,
  And me Jove sent in haste to his relief. 420
  But had I then foreseen what now I know,
  When through the adamantine gates he pass’d
  To bind the dog of hell, by the deep floods
  Hemm’d in of Styx, he had return’d no more. 
  But Thetis wins him now; her will prevails, 425
  And mine he hates; for she hath kiss’d his knees
  And grasp’d his beard, and him in prayer implored
  That he would honor her heroic son
  Achilles, city-waster prince renown’d. 
  ’Tis well—­the day shall come when Jove again 430
  Shall call me darling, and his blue-eyed maid
  As heretofore;—­but thou thy steeds prepare,
  While I, my father’s mansion entering, arm
  For battle.  I would learn by trial sure,
  If Hector, Priam’s offspring famed in fight 435
  (Ourselves appearing in the walks of war)
  Will greet us gladly.  Doubtless at the fleet
  Some Trojan also, shall to dogs resign
  His flesh for food, and to the fowls of heaven. 
    So counsell’d Pallas, nor the daughter dread 440
  Of mighty Saturn, Juno, disapproved,
  But busily and with dispatch prepared
  The trappings of her coursers golden-rein’d.