sons of Nestor stand, And two bold brothers of the Lycian band: By great Antilochus, Atymnius dies, Pierced in the flank, lamented youth! he lies, Kind Maris, bleeding in his brother's wound, Defends the breathless carcase on the ground; Furious he flies, his murderer to engage: But godlike Thrasimed prevents his rage, Between his arm and shoulder aims a blow; His arm falls spouting on the dust below: He sinks, with endless darkness cover'd o'er: And vents his soul, effused with gushing gore. Slain by two brothers, thus two brothers bleed, Sarpedon's friends, Amisodarus' seed; Amisodarus, who, by Furies led, The bane of men, abhorr'd Chimaera bred; Skill'd in the dart in vain, his sons expire, And pay the forfeit of their guilty sire. Stopp'd in the tumult Cleobulus lies, Beneath Oileus' arm, a living prize; A living prize not long the Trojan stood; The thirsty falchion drank his reeking blood: Plunged in his throat the smoking weapon lies; Black death, and fate unpitying, seal his eyes. Amid the ranks, with mutual thirst of fame, Lycon the brave, and fierce Peneleus came; In vain their javelins at each other flew, Now, met in arms, their eager swords they drew. On the plumed crest of his Boeotian foe The daring Lycon aim'd a noble blow; The sword broke short; but his, Peneleus sped Full on the juncture of the neck and head: The head, divided by a stroke so just, Hung by the skin; the body sunk to dust. O'ertaken Neamas by Merion bleeds, Pierced through the shoulder as he mounts his steeds; Back from the car he tumbles to the ground: His swimming eyes eternal shades surround. Next Erymas was doom'd his fate to feel, His open'd mouth received the Cretan steel: Beneath the brain the point a passage tore, Crash'd the thin bones, and drown'd the teeth in gore: His mouth, his eyes, his nostrils, pour a flood; He sobs his soul out in the gush of blood. As when the flocks neglect