All lash’d their steeds, and menacing, advanced. 
Before them with his feet Apollo push’d
The banks into the foss, bridging the gulf
With pass commodious, both in length and breadth
A lance’s flight, for proof of vigor hurl’d. 440
There, phalanx after phalanx, they their host
Pour’d dense along, while Phoebus in the van
Display’d the awful aegis, and the wall
Levell’d with ease divine.  As, on the shore
Some wanton boy with sand builds plaything walls, 445
Then, sportive spreads them with his feet abroad,
So thou, shaft-arm’d Apollo! that huge work
Laborious of the Greeks didst turn with ease
To ruin, and themselves drovest all to flight. 
They, thus enforced into the fleet, again 450
Stood fast, with mutual exhortation each
His friend encouraging, and all the Gods
With lifted hands soliciting aloud. 
But, more than all, Gerenian Nestor pray’d
Fervent, Achaia’s guardian, and with arms 455
Outstretch’d toward the starry skies, exclaim’d. 

    Jove, Father! if in corn-clad Argos, one,

One Greek hath ever, burning at thy shrine
Fat thighs of sheep or oxen, ask’d from thee
A safe return, whom thou hast gracious heard, 460
Olympian King! and promised what he sought,
Now, in remembrance of it, give us help
In this disastrous day, nor thus permit
Their Trojan foes to tread the Grecians down! 

    So Nestor pray’d, and Jove thunder’d aloud 465

Responsive to the old Neleian’s prayer. 
But when that voice of AEgis-bearing Jove
The Trojans heard, more furious on the Greeks
They sprang, all mindful of the fight.  As when
A turgid billow of some spacious sea, 470
While the wind blow that heaves its highest, borne
Sheer o’er the vessel’s side, rolls into her,
With such loud roar the Trojans pass’d the wall;
In rush’d the steeds, and at the ships they waged
Fierce battle hand to hand, from chariots, these, 475
With spears of double edge, those, from the decks
Of many a sable bark, with naval poles
Long, ponderous, shod with steel; for every ship
Had such, for conflict maritime prepared. 

    While yet the battle raged only without 480

The wall, and from the ships apart, so long
Patroclus quiet in the tent and calm
Sat of Eurypylus, his generous friend
Consoling with sweet converse, and his wound
Sprinkling with drugs assuasive of his pains. 485
But soon as through the broken rampart borne
He saw the Trojans, and the clamor heard
And tumult of the flying Greeks, a voice
Of loud lament uttering, with open palms
His thighs he smote, and, sorrowful, exclaim’d. 490

    Eurypylus! although thy need be great,

No longer may I now sit at thy side,