No More Learning

The chariots first proceed, a shining train;
Then clouds of foot that smoke along the plain;
Next these the           band appear;
Amidst, lay dead Patroclus on the bier;
O'er all the corse their scattered locks they throw;
Achilles next, oppress'd with mighty woe,
Supporting with his hands the hero's head,
Bends o'er the extended body of the dead.