Thus having said, the glorious chief resumes His towery helmet black with shading plumes.
He saw, and gently rose above the stream; His shining horns diffuse a golden gleam: With pearl and gold histowery front was dress'd, The tributes of the distant East and West.
When now Minerva saw her Argives slain, From vast Olympus to the gleaming plain Fierce she descends: Apollo marked her flight, Nor shot less swift from Ilion’s towery height.
Haste, my brother flood; And check this mortal that controls a god; Our bravest heroes else shall quit the fight, And Ilion tumble from her towery height.
Thus having said, the glorious chief resumes His towery helmet, black with shading plumes.
This said, his sea-green steeds divide the foam, And reach high Aegae and the towery dome.
