Great was the sorrow of the Greeks to see That valiant warrior fall; the men of Troy Exulted, and pressed round him in a crowd. Nor lacking was the valor of the Greeks, Who met them manfully. Meriones Struck down a Trojan chief, Laogonus, Onetor’s valiant son. His father stood Priest at the altar of Idaean Jove, And like a god was honored by the realm. Below the jaw and ear Meriones Smote him, and instantly the life forsook His limbs, and fearful darkness shrouded him. Straight at Meriones Aeneas aimed His brazen spear to smite him, as he came, Beneath his buckler; but the Greek beheld The weapon in the air, and, stooping low, Escaped it; over him it passed, and stood Fixed in the earth behind him, where its stem Trembled, for now the rapid steel had spent Its force. As thus it quivered in the ground, Aeneas, who perceived that it had left His powerful hand in vain, was vexed, and said: “Had I but struck thee, dancer as thou art, Meriones, my spear had suddenly