As at the mouth of some great river, swol’n By rains from Jove, the mighty ocean-wave Meets it with roaring, and the cliffs around Rebellow, while the surges toss without, With such a clamor came the Trojans on, While round Patroclus closed, with one accord, The Greeks, protected by their brazen shields, And o’er their shining helmets Saturn’s son Poured darkness. For when Menoetiades Yet lived, attendant upon Peleus’ son, Jove looked on him with no unkind regard, And now he would not that his corse should feed The enemy’s dogs, and therefore moved his friends To rescue him. At first the Trojans drave The dark-eyed Greeks before them; back they fell And left the dead; yet, fiercely as they came, The Trojans slew no man, but dragged away The dead. A moment, and no more, the Greeks Fell back; for Ajax quickly rallied them⁠— Ajax, who, next to Peleus’ valiant son, Excelled them all in form and feats of war; He through the foremost warriors brake, as strong As a wild bear that on the mountain’s side Breaks through the shrubs, and scatters with a bound