But she, that rose the tallest of them all And fairest, laid his head upon her lap, And loosed the shatter'd casque, and chafed his hands, And call'd him by his name, complaining loud And dropping bitter tears against his brow TENNYSON. ἣ δέ τε τῶν ἄλλων ὑπερέσχε μέγ ̓ ἔξοχ ̓ ἀρίστη εἶδός τε μέγεθός τε, κάρη ἐπὶ κόλπον ἐφεῖσα ἤμεν ἀπὸ κροτάφων κυνέην θραυσθεῖσαν ἔλυσεν ἠδὲ κατέψηξεν χεῖρας χερὶ, καί σφ ̓ ἐκάλεσσεν ἐξονομακλήδην, μέγα τε στενάχουσ' ἐγεγώνει, ἐν δ ̓ οἱ ἐπισμυγερὸν κόρσης κατὰ δάκρυ χέουσα, ἣ δὴ φυράθη μέλανι βρότῳ· ἀλλὰ γὰρ ὄψις λευκὴ, χροίης νόσφι, μαρανθεῖσ ̓ ὥστε σελήνη, ἥνπερ ὑπ ̓ ἠοῖον φαέθων ἀκτῖσιν ἔβαλλεν ἠέλιος πρώταις, ὅτε τ ̓ οὐρανὸν ἀμφιβεβήκει καὶ δ ̓ οἱ κνημῖδας μηρώ τε βεβλήκεσαν ἀμφὶς δεινῆς ὑσμίνης ῥαθάμιγγες, ὕπερθε δ' ἔθειραι ξανθαὶ, λεπταλέαι, τῶν τ' αἴγλη δαίετο λαμπρὴ, κράτα πιφαυσκομένῳ Ὑπερίονι αἵπερ ἐΐσκον ὑψόσ ̓ ἀφ ̓ ὑψίστοιο θρόνου μετὰ δαιτυμόνεσσιν, ἀζαλέαι δὴ ταίγε κακῇ σκέλλοντο κονίῃ, ἠὲ μάλ ̓ ἀμφοτέρωθι πεφυρμέναι ἄλλυδις ἄλλῃ μὰψ αὕτως κατέχυντ ̓, ἐσθλῷ μιχθεῖσαι ἰούλῳ, χείλεσιν ὃς προσφὺς ἐπενήνοθεν ἀμφοτέροισιν. ὡς ἄρα τοῖον ἄναξ τεθραυσμένη ἠΰτε κίων κεῖτο μέγας μεγαλωστί· ὁ δ ̓ οὐκ ἰνδάλλετο τοῖος, οἷος ἐνὶ Καμελώτῃ ἐϋκτιμένῳ πτολιέθρῳ, ὄβριμον ἔγχος ἔχων, αἰεὶ βαλέοντι ἐοικὼς, ἐς λόφον ἐκ πτέρνης ἄκρης ἐναλίγκιος ἄστρῳ, πασσυδίῃ θεῖον κατ ̓ ἀγῶν' οἴμησεν ἀΐξας ἄντα διοτρεφέων βασιλήων ἠδὲ γυναικῶν. R. B., 1854. PARADISE LOST BOOK VI. So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high, He back recoil'd; the tenth on bended knee Of battle: Whereat Michael bid sound The Archangel trumpet; through the vast of Heaven It sounded, and the faithful armies rung Hosanna to the Highest: Nor stood at gaze LATIN HEXAMETERS. "Save his who made, what beauty and what power BYRON. SIC ait, et sublatum alte consurgit in ensem, Ut videre ducem-nobis inmixta tumultu Poscere bellum omnes: Michael dare bellica jussit 66 'Salve, summe Pater "-nec tum sine viribus hostes Constiterunt: nec non ad pugnam horrentibus armis Concurrere pares. Now storming fury rose, And clamour, such as heard in Heaven till now Was never; arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots raged; dire was the noise Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss Of fiery darts in flaming volleys flew, And flying vaulted either host with fire. So under fiery cope together rush'd Both battles main, with ruinous assault And inextinguishable rage. All Heaven Resounded; and had earth been then, all earth Had to her centre shook. What wonder? when Millions of fierce encountering Angels fought On either side, the least of whom could wield These elements, and arm him with the force Of all their regions. How much more of power Army against army numberless to raise From his stronghold of Heaven, high overruled * * No thought of flight, None of retreat, no unbecoming deed |