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Title: Pope's translation of Homer's Iliad, books I, VI, XXII, XXIV;
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Homer Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744 Lawton, William Cranston, 1853-1941
Subjects: Achilles (Greek mythology) Epic poetry, Greek
Publisher: New York and Chicago, Globe school book co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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nor shalt thou danger dread;Safe through the foe by his protection led:Thee Hermes to Pelides shall convey, 220 Guard of thy life and partner of thy way.Fierce as he is, Achilles self shall spareThy age, nor touch one venerable hair:Some thought there must be, in a soul so brave,Some sense of duty, some desire to save. 225 She spoke, and vanishd. Priam bids prepareHis gentle mules, and harness to the car;There, for the gifts, a polishd casket lay:His pious sons the kings commands obey.Then passd the monarch to his bridal-room, 230 Where cedar-beams the lofty roofs perfume,And where the treasures of his empire lay;Then calld his queen, and thus began to say : Unhappy consort of a king distrest!Partake the troubles of thy husbands breast: 235 I saw descend the messenger of Jove,Who bids me try Achilles mind to move,Forsake these ramparts, and with gifts obtainThe corse of Hector at yon navy slain.Tell me thy thought: my heart impels to go 240 Thro hostile camps, and bears me to the foe.
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BOOK XXIV 87 The hoary monarch thus : her piercing cries Sad Hecuba renews, and then replies : Ah ! whither wanders thy distemperd mind; And where the prudence now, that awd mankind245 Thro Phrygia once, and foreign regions known, Now all confusd, distracted, overthrown ? Singly to pass through hosts of foes! to face (0 heart of steel!) the murdrer of thy race! To view that deathful eye, and wrander oer250 Those hands, yet red with Hectors noble gore! Alas ! my lord ! he knows not how to spare; And what his mercy, thy slain sons declare; So brave, so many falln! to calm his rage Vain were thy dignity, and vain thy age.255 Xo ! -»- pent in this sad palace, let us give To grief the wretched days we have to live. Still, still for Hector let our sorrows flow, Born to his own and to his parents woe! Doomd from the hour his luckless life begun260 To dogs, to vultures, and to Peleus son! Oh ! in his dearest blood might I allay My rage, and these barbarities repay! For ah ! could Hector meri

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