Paraphrased in Homeric Hexameters.
Up, in his might, he arose—Achilles, the favoured of heaven;
Pallas herself, having slung the broad shield of Jove o’er his shoulders,
Put them about his bold head a golden mist light ning with splendour
As doth a cloudlet inflamed with all the fierce glory of sunrise.
And as when smoke goeth up from a town in some outlying island
Whose foes, from their own stronger hold, forth ever pouring, besiege it,
Soon as the set sun hath drawn down with him the grey strip of twilight,
How the red tongues of the fires are seen to rush up in the darkness,
Making a glow in the sky, and pathing with light the dim waters,
Where cometh haply some helper, ploughing the deep with his galleys:
So from the head of Achilles went up aloft an effulgence.
Past the camp wall went he forth, and there by the trench (though still keeping
Back from the host of the Greeks, being held by the hest of his mother),
Standing straight up like a tower a terrible menace he shouted!
Which, as it rang in its wrath along the gored fronts of the battle,
Pallas enforced by a cry, that fell as if shrieked out of heaven!
And as that clear-ringing voice tore out like the blare of a trumpet,
Threatening the gates of a town which implacable foremen beleaguer,
Loud in the host of the Trojans rose a wild thunder-like tumult!
And when, too, her cry in their midst fell shrieking, fell with it confusion,
Fell with it fear, and horror that suddenly shuddered within them,
Rending their legions as clouds are torn by the winds of a tempest!
For even the proud-maned steeds swerved, huddled, and backed on their haunches,
Full well forseeing, it seemed, calamity clothed in the omen;
Also the charioteers were smitten with panic, beholding
Fire on that terrible head—the head of the godlike Achilles—
Burning and raging aloft, an active and ominous glory!
Thrice o’er the trench did he shout, and as oft with their helps were the Trojans
Whirl’d into dust-clouded heaps, and rolled back in utter disorder;
While of their valiantest captains twelve in the huddlement perished,
Crushed by the jambing of wheels and under the wrecks of their chariots.