HE said: and on his horses' shoulder-point Let fall the lash, and loudly through the ranks Called on the Trojans; they with answering shout And noise unspeakable, urged on with him Their harnessed steeds; Apollo, in the van, Trod down with ease the embankment of the ditch, And filled it in; and o'er it bridged a way Level and wide, far as a javelin's flight Hurled by an arm that proves its utmost strength. O'er this the columns passed; Apollo bore His aegis o'er them, and cast down the wall: Easy, as when a child upon the beach, In wanton play, with hands and feet o'erthrows The mould of sand which late in play he raised; So, Phoebus, thou, the Grecian toil and pains Confounding, sentest panic through their souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM by FRANCOIS GUILLAUME JEAN STANISLAS ANDRIEUX QUATORZAINS: 2. THOUGHTS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE PILGRIM SOUL by MATHILDE BLIND THE VEIL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MY LORD TOMNODDY by ROBERT BARNABAS BROUGH DEPARTED TRAVELLERS by GRANT HYDE CODE OF ONE REMEMBERED by ELIZABETH COPMANN SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD: 6. THE SPECTROSCOPE by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |