[Iliad, B. XI. V. 148] <br /> <br />These, then, he left, and away where ranks were now clashing the thickest, <br />Onward rushed, and with him rushed all of the bright-greaved Achaians. <br />Foot then footmen slew, that were flying from direful compulsion, <br />Horse at the horsemen (up from off under them mounted the dust-cloud, <br />Up off the plain, raised up cloud-thick by the thundering horse-hooves) <br />Hewed with the sword's sharp edge; and so meanwhile Lord Agamemnon <br />Followed, chasing and slaughtering aye, on-urgeing the Argives. <br /> <br />Now, as when fire voracious catches the unclipped woodland, <br />This way bears it and that the great whirl of the wind, and the scrubwood <br />Stretches uptorn, flung forward alength by the fire's fury rageing, <br />So beneath Atreides Agamemnon heads of the scattered <br />Trojans fell; and in numbers amany the horses, neck-stiffened, <br />Rattled their vacant cars down the roadway gaps of the war-field, <br />Missing the blameless charioteers, but, for these, they were outstretched <br />Flat upon earth, far dearer to vultures than to their home-mates.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/agamemnon-in-the-fight/
