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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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im too: yourselves must fall: The same stern god to ruin gives you all: Nor is great Hector lost by me alone: Your sole defence, your guardian power, is gone! I see your blood the fields of Phrygia drown; 305 I see the ruins of your smoking town! Oh send me, gods, ere that sad day shall come, A willing ghost to Plutos dreary dome! He said, and feebly drives his friends away:The sorrowing friends his frantic rage obey. 310 Next on his sons his erring fury falls,Polites, Paris, Agathon, he calls;His threats Deiphobus and Dius hear,Hippothoiis, Pammon, Helenus the seer,And generous Antiphon; for yet these nine 315 Survived, sad relics of his numerous line: Inglorious sons of an unhappy sire!Why did not all in Hectors cause expire?Wretch that I am! my bravest offspring slain,You, the disgrace of Priams house, remain! 320 Nestor the brave, renownd in ranks of war,With Troilus, dreadful on his rushing car,And last great Hector, more than man divine,For sure he seemd not of terrestrial line!
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Friedrich Preller Iliad —Book XXIV., 331-406. BOOK XXIV. 83 All those relentless Mars untimely slew, 325 And left me these, a soft and servile crew, Whose days the feast and wanton dance employ, Gluttons and flatterers, the contempt of Troy ! Why teach ye not my rapid wheels to run, And speed my journey to redeem my son? 330 The sons their fathers wretched age revere,Forgive his anger, and produce the car.High on the seat the cabinet they bind :The new-made car with solid beauty shined :Box was the yoke, embossed with costly pains, 335 And hung with ringlets to receive the reins :Nine cubits long, the traces swept the ground ;These to the chariots polishd pole they bound,Then fixd a ring the running reins to guide,And, close beneath, the gatherd ends were tied. 340 Next with the gifts (the price of Hector slain)The sad attendants load the groaning wain :Last to the yoke the well-matchd mules they bring,(The gift of Mysia to the Trojan king.)But the fair horses, long his darling care

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