Oilean Ajax, springing forward, seized On Cleobulus, for the struggling crowd Hindered his flight. He took the Trojan’s life, Smiting the neck with his huge-handled sword; The blade grew warm with blood, and cruel fate Brought darkness o’er the dying warrior’s eyes. Peneleus fought with Lycon; each had cast His spear and missed his aim, and now with swords The twain encountered. Lycon dealt a stroke Upon the crested helmet of his foe, And the blade failed him, breaking at the hilt. Meantime Peneleus smote beneath the ear The neck of Lycon: deep the weapon went; The severed head, held only by the skin, Dropped to one side, and life forsook the limbs. Meriones, o’ertaking Acamas, In rapid flight, discharged a mighty blow On his left shoulder as he climbed his car; He fell, and darkness gathered o’er his eyes. Then plunged Idomeneus the cruel spear Into the mouth of Erymas. The blade Passed on beneath the brain, and pierced the neck, And there divided the white bones. It dashed The teeth out; both the eyes were filled with blood,