Thus boastfully he spake, while darkness came Over Iphition’s eyes, and underneath The chariots of the Greeks who foremost fought His corse was mangled. Next Achilles smote Antenor’s son, Demoleon, gallantly Breasting the onset of the Greeks. He pierced His temple through the helmet’s brazen cheek; The brass stayed not the blow; the eager spear Brake through the bone, and crushed the brain within, And the brave youth lay dead. Achilles next Struck down Hippodamas; he pierced his back As, leaping from his car, the Phrygian fled Before him. With a moan he breathed away His life, as moans a bull when dragged around The altar of the Heliconian king By youths on whom the god that shakes the earth Looks down well pleased. With such a moaning sound The fiery spirit left the Phrygian’s frame.