Jove, Who planned to give the glory of the day To Hector. Meanwhile, at the other gates Fought other warriors—but ’twere hard for me, Were I a god, to tell of all their deeds; For round the wall on every side there raged, Fierce as consuming fire, a storm of stones. The Greeks, in bitter anguish, yet constrained, Fought for their fleet; and sorrowful were all The gods who in the battle favored Greece.
Now the two Lapithae began the fight. Pirithoüs’ son, brave Polypoetes, cast His spear at Damasus; it broke its way Through the helm’s brazen cheek—nor that alone: Right through the temple went the brazen blade, And crushed the brain within. He left him slain, And next struck Pylon down, and Ormenus. Leonteus, of the stock of Mars, assailed Hippomachus, who from Antimachus Derived his birth; he pierced him at the belt, And, drawing forth his trenchant sword, hewed down, In combat hand-to-hand, Antiphates; He dashed him backward to the ground, and next Smote Menon and Iamenus; and last He slew Orestes: at his feet they lay, A pile of dead, upon their mother Earth.