1. Tydeus
(“Τοιᾶυν ἀϋτῶν — νυκτὸς ὀφθαλμὸς πρέπει” — Lines 380-386.)
“... Frowning he speaks, and shakes
The dark crest streaming o’er his shaded helm
In triple wave; whilst dreadful ring around
The brazen bosses of his shield, impress’d
With his proud argument:—‘A sable sky
Burning with stars; and in the midst full orb’d
A silver moon;’—the eye of night o’er all,
Awful in beauty, forms her peerless light.”