a rattling sound/a resounding gong
after the eloquent propagandist
In full view of the gathering throng strode
the hierophant, fresh from the citadel,
a swelling firestorm of wit and words,
bellowing: "Fools! What madness can this be?
Will you grant such trust to your enemies?
Now you suppose Greeks give without deceit?
Is this what you know of Ithacan arts?
In the heart of this beast are cunning Greeks,
or else the steed is meant to scale our walls,
to watch our hearths or to fall on our heads.
Surely it spells doom. Dear Trojans, resist!
Regardless, I fear the Greeks, and their gifts."
"[Virgil]!" said the Professor half to himself. "Why don't they teach [Virgil] at these schools? There are only three possibilities. Either your [poet] is telling lies, or [he] is mad, or [he] is telling the truth."