Clash in Arms of the Achaians and Trojans
ILIAD, B. XIV. V. 394
NOT the sea-wave so bellows abroad when it bursts upon shingle,Whipped from the sea’s deeps up by the terrible blast of theNorthwind;Nay, nor is ever the roar of the fierce fire’s rush so arousing,Down along mountain-glades, when it surges to kindle a woodland;Nay, nor so tonant thunders the stress of the gale in the oak-trees’Foliage-tresses high, when it rages to raveing its utmost;As rose then stupendous the Trojan’s cry and Achaians’,Dread upshouting as one when together they clashed in the conflict.