THUS shouting onward these twain roused the Achaian battle . . . As on a winter's day the snowflakes thick and fast Whirl down, when Zeus the Counsellor in storm begins The revelation of these his arrows of the skies To mortal men; in the silence of sleep the winds Are stilled, and the unceasing fall of snow streams down Until the high mountain peaks, the outermost headlands Are hidden over, and the rich farmlands of men With the clovered fields; only the lapping wave shakes off This mantle strewn upon the harbours and the beaches Along the wide grey sea -- all else is shrouded over Lying beneath this heaviness of the storm of Zeus; So the stones hither and thither wing their crowded flight From Trojan and Achaian, hurling both, and smitten, Amid the tumult rising along the wall's whole length. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE A SKETCH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FROM HIDDEN SOURCE by JEAN ANDERSON CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 3. OF CONTENTMENT by WILLIAM BASSE |