The Iliad of Homer - Get a Free Blog

Flies from the furious chief in this
disguise;
The furious chief still follows
where he flies.
Now o'er the fields they stretch
with lengthen'd strides,
Now urge the course where swift
Scamander glides:
The god, now distant scarce a stride
before,
Tempts his pursuit, and wheels
about the shore;
While all the flying troops their
speed employ,
And pour on heaps into the walls of
Troy:
No stop, no stay; no thought to ask,
or tell,
Who 'scaped by flight, or who by
battle fell.
'Twas tumult all, and violence of
flight;