The Iliad in English Verse

The Iliad in English Verse

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866 edition. Excerpt: ...wits Athene stole; The bold-mouthed Hector counselling harm with open ears they heard, But from Polydamas back-spurned the wisely-warning word. Then they repaired their strength with food. But the Achaean For dead Patroclus with sad moans the wail uplifted then; And first Pelides led the choir of the woful-wailing crew, While on his dear friends breast his hero-slaughtering arms he threw, Moaning with piteous moan; even as a bearded lioness, Whose whelps a bold stag-hunter in the shaggy wilderness Hath rudely seized; she back returns, and howls with sore dis-tress, ' 32 And woful roams from glade to glade upon the spoiler's track, If she may find him; her wild heart the bitter tortures rack; Thus deeply groaning, he bespoke his Phthian comrades true: Woe 's me! a barren word that day from my vain lips outflew, When in his hall Menoetius old from me sweet solace drew; For back to Opus I declared his gallant-hearted boy Should come, with wreaths of victory crowned, and spoils of cap turerl Troy. But Jove not ripens every thought that sprouts in human brain. Ve both shall with our Danaan blood make red the Trojan plain. So Fate hath willed; nor me returned to Phthian halls again, 33 Shall horse-subduing Peleus hail from the broad ZEgean billow, Nor mother Thetis; the cold Trojan clay shall be my pillow. But now, Patroclus, sith my doom is after thee to go Beneath the ground, I 'll spare the dead's just rights, till I can show Stout Hector's head and mail, who made thy dear heart's blood to Twelve noble Trojan youths their life shall heap upon thy pyre, Whom I will slay with ruthless knife, to glut my righteous ire; Meanwhile beside the ships thy limbs, marred and disfigured, lie. Now let Troy's...show more

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  • Paperback | 98 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 191g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123677695X
  • 9781236776952