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Title: Pope's The Iliad of Homer, books I, VI, XXII, and XXIV;
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Homer Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744 Shorey, Paul, 1857-1934
Subjects: Achilles (Greek mythology) Epic poetry, Greek
Publisher: Boston, D. C. Heath & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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let some prophet or some sacred sage,Explore the cause of great Apollos rage;Or learn the wasteful vengeance to remove 85 By mystic dreams, for dreams descend from Jove.If broken vows this heavy curse have laid,Let altars smoke, and hecatombs be paid.So heaven atond shall dying Greece restore,And Phoebus dart his burning shafts no more. 90 He said, and sat: when Chalcas thus replied,Chalcas the wise, the Grecian priest and guide,That sacred seer, whose comprehensive viewThe past, the present, and the future knew:Uprising slow the venerable sage 95 Thus spoke the prudence and the fears of age : Belovd of Jove, Achilles ! wouldst thou knowWhy angry Phoebus bends his fatal bow?First give thy faith, and plight a princes wordOf sure protection, by thy powr and sword, 100 For I must speak what wisdom would conceal,And truths, invidious to the great, reveal.Bold is the task, when subjects, grown too wise,Instruct a monarch where his error lies;For though we deem the short-livd fury past, 105
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F7-iedrich Preller. Iliad —Book i., 50-68. BOOK I. 5 Tis sure, the mighty will revenge at last. To whom Pelides. From thy inmost soulSpeak what thou knowst, and speak without control.Evn by that god I swear, who rules the day,To whom thy hands the vows of Greece convey, no And whose blest oracles thy lips declare;Long as Achilles breathes this vital air,No daring Greek, of all the numerous band,Against his priest shall lift an impious hand :Not evn the chief by whom our hosts are led, 115 The king of kings, shall touch that sacred head, Encouragd thus, the blameless man replies : Nor vows unpaid, nor slighted sacrifice,But he, our chief, provokd the raging pest,Apollos vengeance for his injurd priest. 120 Nor will the gods awakend fury cease,But plagues shall spread, and funeral fires increase,Till the great king, without a ransom paid,To her own Chrysa send the black-eyd maid.Perhaps, with added sacrifice and prayer, 125 The priest may pardon, and the god may spare. The prophet spo

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