Agamemnon in the Fight
ILIAD, B. XI. V. 148
THESE, then, he left, and away where ranks were now clashing thethickest,Onward rushed, and with him rushed all of the bright-greaved Achaians.Foot then footmen slew, that were flying from direful compulsion,Horse at the horsemen (up from off under them mounted the dust-cloud,Up off the plain, raised up cloud-thick by the thunderinghorse-hooves)Hewed with the sword’s sharp edge; and so meanwhile Lord AgamemnonFollowed, chasing and slaughtering aye, on-urgeing the Argives.
Now, as when fire voracious catches the unclipped woodland,This way bears it and that the great whirl of the wind, and thescrubwoodStretches uptorn, flung forward alength by the fire’s fury rageing,So beneath Atreides Agamemnon heads of the scatteredTrojans fell; and in numbers amany the horses, neck-stiffened,Rattled their vacant cars down the roadway gaps of the war-field,Missing the blameless charioteers, but, for these, they wereoutstretchedFlat upon earth, far dearer to vultures than to their home-mates.