And the best weapons; yet in vain he strove With all his valor. Through the serried lines He could not break; the Greeks in solid squares Resisted, like a rock that huge and high By the gray deep abides the buffetings Of the shrill winds and swollen waves that beat Against it. Firmly thus the Greeks withstood The Trojan host, and fled not. In a blaze Of armor, Hector, rushing toward their ranks, Fell on them like a mighty billow raised By the strong cloud-born winds, that flings itself On a swift ship, and whelms it in its spray, While fearfully among the cordage howls The blast; the sailors tremble and are faint With fear, as men who deem their death-hour nigh. So the Greek warriors were dismayed at heart.