The blue-eyed Pallas spake, and disappeared; And Diomed went back into the field And mingled with the warriors. If before His spirit moved him fiercely to engage The men of Troy, a threefold courage now Inspired him. As a lion who has leaped Into a fold⁠—and he who guards the flock Has wounded but not slain him⁠—feels his rage Waked by the blow;⁠—the affrighted shepherd then Ventures not near, but hides within the stalls, And the forsaken sheep are put to flight, And, huddling, slain in heaps, till o’er the fence The savage bounds into the fields again;⁠— Such was Tydides midst the sons of Troy. Astynoüs first he slew, Hypenor next, The shepherd of the people. One he pierced High on the bosom with his brazen spear, And smote the other on the collar-bone With his good sword, and hewed from neck and spine The shoulder. There he left the dead, and rushed To Abas and to Polyeidus, sons Of old Eurydamas, interpreter Of visions. Ill the aged man had read His visions when they joined the war. They died,