those
  Majestic folding-gates, close-jointed, firm
  And solid, bore the stone.  Two bars within
  Their corresponding force combined transvere 555
  To guard them, and one bolt secured the bars. 
  He stood fast by them, parting wide his feet
  For ’vantage sake, and smote them in the midst. 
  He burst both hinges; inward fell the rock
  Ponderous, and the portals roar’d; the bars 560
  Endured not, and the planks, riven by the force
  Of that huge mass, flew scatter’d on all sides. 
  In leap’d the godlike Hero at the breach,
  Gloomy as night in aspect, but in arms
  All-dazzling, and he grasp’d two quivering spears. 565
  Him entering with a leap the gates, no force
  Whate’er of opposition had repress’d,
  Save of the Gods alone.  Fire fill’d his eyes;
  Turning, he bade the multitude without
  Ascend the rampart; they his voice obey’d; 570
  Part climb’d the wall, part pour’d into the gate;
  The Grecians to their hollow galleys flew
  Scatter’d, and tumult infinite arose.[6]

THE ILIAD.

BOOK XIII.

ARGUMENT OF THE THIRTEENTH BOOK.

Neptune engages on the part of the Grecians.  The battle proceeds.  Deiphobus advances to combat, but is repulsed by Meriones, who losing his spear, repairs to his tent for another.  Teucer slays Imbrius, and Hector Amphimachus.  Neptune, under the similitude of Thoas, exhorts Idomeneus.  Idomeneus having armed himself in his tent, and going forth to battle, meets Meriones.  After discourse held with each other, Idomeneus accommodates Meriones with a spear, and they proceed to battle.  Idomeneus slays Othryoneus, and Asius.  Deiphobus assails Idomeneus, but, his spear glancing over him, kills Hypsenor.  Idomeneus slays Alcathoues, son-in-law of Anchises.  Deiphobus and Idomeneus respectively summon their friends to their assistance, and a contest ensues for the body of Alcathoues.

BOOK XIII.

[1]When Jove to Hector and his host had given Such entrance to the fleet, to all the woes And toils of unremitting battle there He them abandon’d, and his glorious eyes Averting, on the land look’d down remote 5 Of the horse-breeding Thracians, of the bold Close-fighting Mysian race, and where abide On milk sustain’d, and blest with length of days, The Hippemolgi,[2] justest of mankind.  No longer now on Troy his eyes he turn’d, 10 For expectation none within his breast Survived, that God or Goddess would the Greeks Approach with succor, or the Trojans more. 
  Nor Neptune, sovereign of the boundless Deep,
Look’d forth in vain; he on the summit sat 15 Of Samothracia forest-crown’d, the stir Admiring thence and tempest of the field;