Then did Olympian Jove again inspire The Trojan host with valor, and they drave The Achaians backward to the yawning trench. Then Hector came, with fury in his eyes, Among the foremost warriors. As a hound, Sure of his own swift feet, attacks behind The lion or wild boar, and tears his flank, Yet warily observes him as he turns, So Hector followed close the long-haired Greeks, And ever slew the hindmost as they fled. Yet now, when they in flight had crossed again The trench and palisades, and many a one Had died by Trojan hands, they made a halt Before their ships, and bade each other stand, And lifted up their hands and prayed aloud as To all the gods; while Hector, urging on His long-maned steeds, and with stern eyes that seemed The eyes of Gorgon or of murderous Mars, Hither and thither swept across the field.