Passed over him, and, eager to go on, Plunged in the earth and stood. He, when he saw The massive lance which he had just escaped Fixed in the earth so near him, stood awhile As struck with fear, and with despairing looks. Achilles drew his trenchant sword and rushed With fury on Aeneas, uttering A fearful shout. Aeneas lifted up A stone, a mighty weight, which no two men, As men are now, could raise, yet easily He wielded it. Aeneas then, to save His threatened life, had smitten with the stone His adversary’s buckler or his helm, And with his sword Pelides had laid dead The Trojan, had not he who shakes the earth, Neptune, beheld him in that perilous hour, And instantly addressed the immortal gods:⁠—