This yet was to be done in time to come By Neptune and Apollo. Meanwhile raged Battle and tumult round that strong-built wall. The towers in all their timbers rang with blows; And, driven as by the scourge of Jove, the Greeks, Hemmed closely in beside their roomy ships, Trembled at Hector, the great scatterer Of squadrons, fighting, as he did before, With all a whirlwind’s might. As when a boar Or lion mid the hounds and huntsmen stands, Fearfully strong, and fierce of eye, and they In square array assault him, and their hands Fling many a javelin;⁠—yet his noble heart Fears not, nor does he fly, although at last His courage cause his death; and oft he turns, And tries their ranks; and where he makes a rush The ranks give way;⁠—so Hector moved and turned Among the crowd, and bade his followers cross The trench. The swift-paced horses ventured not The leap, but stood upon the edge and neighed Aloud, for the wide space affrighted them; And hard it was to spring across, or pass From side to side, for on each side the brink Was steep, and bristled with sharp stakes, close set