The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book I. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The book opens with an account of a pestilence that prevailed in the Grecian camp and the cause of it is assigned A council is called in which fierce altercation takes place between Agamemnon and Achilles The latter solemnly renounces the field Agamemnon by his heralds demands Bris is and Achilles resigns her He makes his complaint to Thetis who undertakes to plead his cause with Jupiter She pleads it and prevails The book concludes with an account of what passed in Heaven on that occasion | B |
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The reader will please observe that by Achaians Argives Dana are signified Grecians Homer himself having found these various appellatives both graceful and convenient it seemed unreasonable that a Translator of him should be denied the same advantage TR | C |
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Achilles sing O Goddess Peleus' son | B |
His wrath pernicious who ten thousand woes | D |
Caused to Achaia's host sent many a soul | E |
Illustrious into Ades premature | C |
And Heroes gave so stood the will of Jove | F |
To dogs and to all ravening fowls a prey | C |
When fierce dispute had separated once | G |
The noble Chief Achilles from the son | B |
Of Atreus Agamemnon King of men | H |
Who them to strife impell'd What power divine | I |
Latona's son and Jove's For he incensed | J |
Against the King a foul contagion raised | K |
In all the host and multitudes destroy'd | L |
For that the son of Atreus had his priest | M |
Dishonored Chryses To the fleet he came | N |
Bearing rich ransom glorious to redeem | O |
His daughter and his hands charged with the wreath | P |
And golden sceptre of the God shaft arm'd | Q |
His supplication was at large to all | R |
The host of Greece but most of all to two | S |
The sons of Atreus highest in command | T |
Ye gallant Chiefs and ye their gallant host | U |
So may the Gods who in Olympus dwell | V |
Give Priam's treasures to you for a spoil | W |
And ye return in safety take my gifts | X |
And loose my child in honor of the son | B |
Of Jove Apollo archer of the skies | Y |
At once the voice of all was to respect | Z |
The priest and to accept the bounteous price | A2 |
But so it pleased not Atreus' mighty son | B |
Who with rude threatenings stern him thence dismiss'd | B2 |
Beware old man that at these hollow barks | C2 |
I find thee not now lingering or henceforth | D2 |
Returning lest the garland of thy God | E2 |
And his bright sceptre should avail thee nought | E2 |
I will not loose thy daughter till old age | F2 |
Steal on her From her native country far | C |
In Argos in my palace she shall ply | G2 |
The loom and shall be partner of my bed | E2 |
Move me no more Begone hence while thou may'st | E2 |
He spake the old priest trembled and obey'd | E2 |
Forlorn he roamed the ocean's sounding shore | C |
And solitary with much prayer his King | H2 |
Bright hair'd Latona's son Phoebus implored | E2 |
God of the silver bow who with thy power | C |
Encirclest Chrysa and who reign'st supreme | O |
In Tenedos and Cilla the divine | I |
Sminthian Apollo If I e'er adorned | E2 |
Thy beauteous fane or on the altar burn'd | E2 |
The fat acceptable of bulls or goats | I2 |
Grant my petition With thy shafts avenge | J2 |
On the Achaian host thy servant's tears | K2 |
Such prayer he made and it was heard The God | E2 |
Down from Olympus with his radiant bow | L2 |
And his full quiver o'er his shoulder slung | M2 |
Marched in his anger shaken as he moved | E2 |
His rattling arrows told of his approach | N2 |
Gloomy he came as night sat from the ships | O2 |
Apart and sent an arrow Clang'd the cord | E2 |
Dread sounding bounding on the silver bow | L2 |
Mules first and dogs he struck but at themselves | P2 |
Dispatching soon his bitter arrows keen | Q2 |
Smote them Death piles on all sides always blazed | E2 |
Nine days throughout the camp his arrows flew | S |
The tenth Achilles from all parts convened | E2 |
The host in council Juno the white armed | E2 |
Moved at the sight of Grecians all around | E2 |
Dying imparted to his mind the thought | E2 |
The full assembly therefore now convened | E2 |
Uprose Achilles ardent and began | R2 |
Atrides Now it seems no course remains | S2 |
For us but that the seas roaming again | H |
We hence return at least if we survive | F |
But haste consult we quick some prophet here | C |
Or priest or even interpreter of dreams | T2 |
For dreams are also of Jove that we may learn | U2 |
By what crime we have thus incensed Apollo | V2 |
What broken vow what hecatomb unpaid | E2 |
He charges on us and if soothed with steam | O |
Of lambs or goats unblemish'd he may yet | E2 |
Be won to spare us and avert the plague | W2 |
He spake and sat when Thestor's son arose | D |
Calchas an augur foremost in his art | E2 |
Who all things present past and future knew | S |
And whom his skill in prophecy a gift | E2 |
Conferred by Phoebus on him had advanced | E2 |
To be conductor of the fleet to Troy | C |
He prudent them admonishing replied | E2 |
Jove loved Achilles Wouldst thou learn from me | X2 |
What cause hath moved Apollo to this wrath | Y2 |
The shaft arm'd King I shall divulge the cause | Z2 |
But thou swear first and covenant on thy part | E2 |
That speaking acting thou wilt stand prepared | E2 |
To give me succor for I judge amiss | A3 |
Or he who rules the Argives the supreme | O |
O'er all Achaia's host will be incensed | E2 |
Wo to the man who shall provoke the King | H2 |
For if to day he smother close his wrath | Y2 |
He harbors still the vengeance and in time | B3 |
Performs it Answer therefore wilt thou save me | X2 |
To whom Achilles swiftest of the swift | E2 |
What thou hast learn'd in secret from the God | E2 |
That speak and boldly By the son of Jove | F |
Apollo whom thou Calchas seek'st in prayer | C |
Made for the Dana and who thy soul | E |
Fills with futurity in all the host | E2 |
The Grecian lives not who while I shall breathe | C3 |
And see the light of day shall in this camp | D3 |
Oppress thee no not even if thou name | N |
Him Agamemnon sovereign o'er us all | R |
Then was the seer embolden'd and he spake | E3 |
Nor vow nor hecatomb unpaid on us | F3 |
He charges but the wrong done to his priest | E2 |
Whom Agamemnon slighted when he sought | E2 |
His daughter's freedom and his gifts refused | E2 |
He is the cause Apollo for his sake | E3 |
Afflicts and will afflict us neither end | E2 |
Nor intermission of his heavy scourge | G3 |
Granting 'till unredeem'd no price required | E2 |
The black eyed maid be to her father sent | E2 |
And a whole hecatomb in Chrysa bleed | E2 |
Then not before the God may be appeased | E2 |
He spake and sat when Atreus' son arose | D |
The Hero Agamemnon throned supreme | O |
Tempests of black resentment overcharged | E2 |
His heart and indignation fired his eyes | Y |
On Calchas lowering him he first address'd | E2 |
Prophet of mischief from whose tongue no note | E2 |
Of grateful sound to me was ever heard | E2 |
Ill tidings are thy joy and tidings glad | E2 |
Thou tell'st not or thy words come not to pass | H3 |
And now among the Dana thy dreams | T2 |
Divulging thou pretend'st the Archer God | E2 |
For his priest's sake our enemy because | I3 |
I scorn'd his offer'd ransom of the maid | E2 |
Chrys is more desirous far to bear | C |
Her to my home for that she charms me more | C |
Than Clytemnestra my own first espoused | E2 |
With whom in disposition feature form | J3 |
Accomplishments she may be well compared | E2 |
Yet being such I will return her hence | K3 |
If that she go be best Perish myself | F |
But let the people of my charge be saved | E2 |
Prepare ye therefore a reward for me | X2 |
And seek it instant It were much unmeet | E2 |
That I alone of all the Argive host | E2 |
Should want due recompense whose former prize | Y |
Is elsewhere destined as ye all perceive | F |
To whom Achilles matchless in the race | L3 |
Atrides glorious above all in rank | M3 |
And as intent on gain as thou art great | E2 |
Whence shall the Grecians give a prize to thee | X2 |
The general stock is poor the spoil of towns | N3 |
Which we have taken hath already passed | E2 |
In distribution and it were unjust | E2 |
To gather it from all the Greeks again | H |
But send thou back this Virgin to her God | E2 |
And when Jove's favor shall have given us Troy | C |
A threefold fourfold share shall then be thine | I |
To whom the Sovereign of the host replied | E2 |
Godlike Achilles valiant as thou art | E2 |
Wouldst thou be subtle too But me no fraud | E2 |
Shall overreach or art persuade of thine | I |
Wouldst thou that thou be recompensed and I | G2 |
Sit meekly down defrauded of my due | E2 |
And didst thou bid me yield her Let the bold | E2 |
Achaians give me competent amends | O3 |
Such as may please me and it shall be well | V |
Else if they give me none I will command | E2 |
Thy prize the prize of Ajax or the prize | Y |
It may be of Ulysses to my tent | E2 |
And let the loser chafe But this concern | U2 |
Shall be adjusted at convenient time | B3 |
Come launch we now into the sacred deep | P3 |
A bark with lusty rowers well supplied | E2 |
Then put on board Chrys is and with her | C |
The sacrifice required Go also one | B |
High in authority some counsellor | C |
Idomeneus or Ajax or thyself | F |
Thou most untractable of all mankind | E2 |
And seek by rites of sacrifice and prayer | C |
To appease Apollo on our host's behalf | F |
Achilles eyed him with a frown and spake | E3 |
Ah clothed with impudence as with a cloak | Q3 |
And full of subtlety who thinkest thou | L2 |
What Grecian here will serve thee or for thee | X2 |
Wage covert war or open Me thou know'st | E2 |
Troy never wronged I came not to avenge | J2 |
Harm done to me no Trojan ever drove | F |
My pastures steeds or oxen took of mine | I |
Or plunder'd of their fruits the golden fields | R3 |
Of Phthia the deep soil'd She lies remote | E2 |
And obstacles are numerous interposed | E2 |
Vale darkening mountains and the dashing sea | X2 |
No Shameless Wolf For thy good pleasure's sake | E3 |
We came and Face of flint to avenge the wrongs | S3 |
By Menelaus and thyself sustain'd | E2 |
On the offending Trojan service kind | E2 |
But lost on thee regardless of it all | R |
And now What now Thy threatening is to seize | T3 |
Thyself the just requital of my toils | U3 |
My prize hard earn'd by common suffrage mine | I |
I never gain what Trojan town soe'er | C |
We ransack half thy booty The swift march | V3 |
And furious onset these I largely reap | P3 |
But distribution made thy lot exceeds | W3 |
Mine far while I with any pittance pleased | E2 |
Bear to my ships the little that I win | X3 |
After long battle and account it much | Y3 |
But I am gone I and my sable barks | C2 |
My wiser course to Phthia and I judge | Z3 |
Scorn'd as I am that thou shalt hardly glean | Q2 |
Without me more than thou shalt soon consume | A4 |
He ceased and Agamemnon thus replied | E2 |
Fly and fly now if in thy soul thou feel | B4 |
Such ardor of desire to go begone | Q2 |
I woo thee not to stay stay not an hour | C |
On my behalf for I have others here | C |
Who will respect me more and above all | R |
All judging Jove There is not in the host | E2 |
King or commander whom I hate as thee | X2 |
For all thy pleasure is in strife and blood | E2 |
And at all times yet valor is no ground | E2 |
Whereon to boast it is the gift of Heaven | Q2 |
Go get ye back to Phthia thou and thine | Q2 |
There rule thy Myrmidons I need not thee | X2 |
Nor heed thy wrath a jot But this I say | C |
Sure as Apollo takes my lovely prize | Y |
Chrys is and I shall return her home | C4 |
In mine own bark and with my proper crew | C |
So sure the fair Bris is shall be mine | Q2 |
I shall demand her even at thy tent | E2 |
So shalt thou well be taught how high in power | C |
I soar above thy pitch and none shall dare | C |
Attempt thenceforth comparison with me | X2 |
He ended and the big disdainful heart | E2 |
Throbbed of Achilles racking doubt ensued | E2 |
And sore perplex'd him whether forcing wide | E2 |
A passage through them with his blade unsheathed | E2 |
To lay Atrides breathless at his foot | E2 |
Or to command his stormy spirit down | Q2 |
So doubted he and undecided yet | E2 |
Stood drawing forth his falchion huge when lo | V2 |
Down sent by Juno to whom both alike | D4 |
Were dear and who alike watched over both | E4 |
Pallas descended At his back she stood | E2 |
To none apparent save himself alone | Q2 |
And seized his golden locks Startled he turned | E2 |
And instant knew Minerva Flashed her eyes | Y |
Terrific whom with accents on the wing | H2 |
Of haste incontinent he questioned thus | F3 |
Daughter of Jove why comest thou that thyself | F |
May'st witness these affronts which I endure | C |
From Agamemnon Surely as I speak | F4 |
This moment for his arrogance he dies | Y |
To whom the blue eyed Deity From heaven | Q2 |
Mine errand is to sooth if thou wilt hear | C |
Thine anger Juno the white arm'd alike | D4 |
To him and thee propitious bade me down | Q2 |
Restrain thy wrath Draw not thy falchion forth | D2 |
Retort and sharply and let that suffice | A2 |
For I foretell thee true Thou shalt receive | F |
Some future day thrice told thy present loss | G4 |
For this day's wrong Cease therefore and be still | H4 |
To whom Achilles Goddess although much | Y3 |
Exasperate I dare not disregard | E2 |
Thy word which to obey is always best | E2 |
Who hears the Gods the Gods hear also him | I4 |
He said and on his silver hilt the force | J4 |
Of his broad hand impressing sent the blade | E2 |
Home to its rest nor would the counsel scorn | Q2 |
Of Pallas She to heaven well pleased return'd | E2 |
And in the mansion of Jove gis armed | E2 |
Arriving mingled with her kindred Gods | K4 |
But though from violence yet not from words | L4 |
Abstained Achilles but with bitter taunt | E2 |
Opprobrious his antagonist reproached | E2 |
Oh charged with wine in steadfastness of face | L3 |
Dog unabashed and yet at heart a deer | C |
Thou never when the troops have taken arms | M4 |
Hast dared to take thine also never thou | L2 |
Associate with Achaia's Chiefs to form | J3 |
The secret ambush No The sound of war | C |
Is as the voice of destiny to thee | X2 |
Doubtless the course is safer far to range | N4 |
Our numerous host and if a man have dared | E2 |
Dispute thy will to rob him of his prize | Y |
King over whom Women and spiritless | Y |
Whom therefore thou devourest else themselves | Y |
Would stop that mouth that it should scoff no more | C |
But hearken I shall swear a solemn oath | E4 |
By this same sceptre which shall never bud | E2 |
Nor boughs bring forth as once which having left | E2 |
Its stock on the high mountains at what time | B3 |
The woodman's axe lopped off its foliage green | Q2 |
And stript its bark shall never grow again | Q2 |
Which now the judges of Achaia bear | C |
Who under Jove stand guardians of the laws | Y |
By this I swear mark thou the sacred oath | E4 |
Time shall be when Achilles shall be missed | E2 |
When all shall want him and thyself the power | C |
To help the Achaians whatsoe'er thy will | H4 |
When Hector at your heels shall mow you down | Q2 |
The Hero slaughtering Hector Then thy soul | E |
Vexation stung shall tear thee with remorse | Y |
That thou hast scorn'd as he were nothing worth | O4 |
A Chief the soul and bulwark of your cause | Y |
So saying he cast his sceptre on the ground | E2 |
Studded with gold and sat On the other side | E2 |
The son of Atreus all impassion'd stood | E2 |
When the harmonious orator arose | Y |
Nestor the Pylian oracle whose lips | Y |
Dropped eloquence the honey not so sweet | E2 |
Two generations past of mortals born | Q2 |
In Pylus co taneous with himself | F |
He govern'd now the third amid them all | R |
He stood and thus benevolent began | Q2 |
Ah what calamity hath fall'n on Greece | Y |
Now Priam and his sons may well exult | E2 |
Now all in Ilium shall have joy of heart | E2 |
Abundant hearing of this broil the prime | B3 |
Of Greece between in council and in arms | Y |
But be persuaded ye are younger both | E4 |
Than I and I was conversant of old | E2 |
With Princes your superiors yet from them | P4 |
No disrespect at any time received | E2 |
Their equals saw I never never shall | Q4 |
Exadius Coeneus and the Godlike son | Q2 |
Of geus mighty Theseus men renown'd | E2 |
For force superior to the race of man | Q2 |
Brave Chiefs they were and with brave foes they fought | E2 |
With the rude dwellers on the mountain heights | Y |
The Centaurs whom with havoc such as fame | N |
Shall never cease to celebrate they slew | C |
With these men I consorted erst what time | B3 |
From Pylus though a land from theirs remote | E2 |
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They called me forth and such as was my strength | R4 |
With all that strength I served them Who is he | X2 |
What Prince or Chief of the degenerate race | Y |
Now seen on earth who might with these compare | C |
Yet even these would listen and conform | J3 |
To my advice in consultation given | Q2 |
Which hear ye also for compliance proves | Y |
Oft times the safer and the manlier course | Y |
Thou Agamemnon valiant as thou art | E2 |
Seize not the maid his portion from the Greeks | Y |
But leave her his nor thou Achilles strive | F |
With our imperial Chief for never King | H2 |
Had equal honor at the hands of Jove | F |
With Agamemnon or was throned so high | F |
Say thou art stronger and art Goddess born | Q2 |
How then His territory passes thine | Q2 |
And he is Lord of thousands more than thou | L2 |
Cease therefore Agamemnon calm thy wrath | Y2 |
And it shall be mine office to entreat | E2 |
Achilles also to a calm whose might | E2 |
The chief munition is of all our host | E2 |
To whom the sovereign of the Greeks replied | E2 |
The son of Atreus Thou hast spoken well | V |
Old Chief and wisely But this wrangler here | C |
Nought will suffice him but the highest place | Y |
He must control us all reign over all | R |
Dictate to all but he shall find at least | E2 |
One here disposed to question his commands | Y |
If the eternal Gods have made him brave | F |
Derives he thence a privilege to rail | S4 |
Whom thus Achilles interrupted fierce | Y |
Could I be found so abject as to take | E3 |
The measure of my doings at thy lips | Y |
Well might they call me coward through the camp | D3 |
A vassal and a fellow of no worth | O4 |
Give law to others Think not to control | E |
Me subject to thy proud commands no more | C |
Hear yet again And weigh what thou shalt hear | C |
I will not strive with thee in such a cause | Y |
Nor yet with any man I scorn to fight | E2 |
For her whom having given ye take away | C |
But I have other precious things on board | E2 |
Of those take none away without my leave | F |
Or if it please thee put me to the proof | F |
Before this whole assembly and my spear | C |
Shall stream that moment purpled with thy blood | E2 |
Thus they long time in opposition fierce | Y |
Maintained the war of words and now at length | R4 |
The grand consult dissolved Achilles walked | E2 |
Patroclus and the Myrmidons his steps | Y |
Attending to his camp and to his fleet | E2 |
But Agamemnon order'd forth a bark | T4 |
A swift one manned with twice ten lusty rowers | Y |
He sent on board the Hecatomb he placed | E2 |
Chrys is with the blooming cheeks himself | F |
And to Ulysses gave the freight in charge | U4 |
So all embarked and plow'd their watery way | C |
Atrides next bade purify the host | E2 |
The host was purified as he enjoin'd | E2 |
And the ablution cast into the sea | Y |
Then to Apollo on the shore they slew | C |
Of the untillable and barren deep | P3 |
Whole Hecatombs of bulls and goats whose steam | O |
Slowly in smoky volumes climbed the skies | Y |
Thus was the camp employed nor ceased the while | V4 |
The son of Atreus from his threats denounced | E2 |
At first against Achilles but command | E2 |
Gave to Talthybius and Eurybates | Y |
His heralds ever faithful to his will | H4 |
Haste Seek ye both the tent of Peleus' son | Q2 |
Achilles Thence lead hither by the hand | E2 |
Blooming Bris is whom if he withhold | E2 |
Not her alone but other spoil myself | F |
Will take in person He shall rue the hour | C |
With such harsh message charged he them dismissed | E2 |
They sad and slow beside the barren waste | E2 |
Of Ocean to the galleys and the tents | Y |
Moved of the Myrmidons Him there they found | E2 |
Beneath the shadow of his bark reclined | E2 |
Nor glad at their approach Trembling they stood | E2 |
In presence of the royal Chief awe struck | W4 |
Nor questioned him or spake He not the less | Y |
Knew well their embassy and thus began | Q2 |
Ye heralds messengers of Gods and men | Q2 |
Hail and draw near I bid you welcome both | E4 |
I blame not you the fault is his alone | Q2 |
Who sends you to conduct the damsel hence | Y |
Bris is Go Patroclus generous friend | E2 |
Lead forth and to their guidance give the maid | E2 |
But be themselves my witnesses before | C |
The blessed Gods before mankind before | C |
The ruthless king should want of me be felt | E2 |
To save the host from havoc Oh his thoughts | Y |
Are madness all intelligence or skill | H4 |
Forecast or retrospect how best the camp | D3 |
May be secured from inroad none hath he | Y |
He ended nor Patroclus disobey'd | E2 |
But leading beautiful Bris is forth | D2 |
Into their guidance gave her loth she went | E2 |
From whom she loved and looking oft behind | E2 |
Then wept Achilles and apart from all | R |
With eyes directed to the gloomy Deep | P3 |
And arms outstretch'd his mother suppliant sought | E2 |
Since mother though ordain'd so soon to die | E2 |
I am thy son I might with cause expect | E2 |
Some honor at the Thunderer's hands but none | Q2 |
To me he shows whom Agamemnon Chief | F |
Of the Achaians hath himself disgraced | E2 |
Seizing by violence my just reward | E2 |
So prayed he weeping whom his mother heard | E2 |
Within the gulfs of Ocean where she sat | E2 |
Beside her ancient sire From the gray flood | E2 |
Ascending sudden like a mist she came | N |
Sat down before him stroked his face and said | E2 |
Why weeps my son and what is thy distress | Y |
Hide not a sorrow that I wish to share | C |
To whom Achilles sighing deep replied | E2 |
Why tell thee woes to thee already known | Q2 |
At Thebes E tion's city we arrived | E2 |
Smote sack'd it and brought all the spoil away | C |
Just distribution made among the Greeks | Y |
The son of Atreus for his lot received | E2 |
Blooming Chrys is Her Apollo's priest | E2 |
Old Chryses followed to Achaia's camp | D3 |
That he might loose his daughter Ransom rich | X4 |
He brought and in his hands the hallow'd wreath | P |
And golden sceptre of the Archer God | E2 |
Apollo bore to the whole Grecian host | E2 |
But chiefly to the foremost in command | E2 |
He sued the sons of Atreus then the rest | E2 |
All recommended reverence of the Seer | C |
And prompt acceptance of his costly gifts | Y |
But Agamemnon might not so be pleased | E2 |
Who gave him rude dismission he in wrath | Y2 |
Returning prayed whose prayer Apollo heard | E2 |
For much he loved him A pestiferous shaft | E2 |
He instant shot into the Grecian host | E2 |
And heap'd the people died His arrows swept | E2 |
The whole wide camp of Greece 'till at the last | E2 |
A Seer by Phoebus taught explain'd the cause | Y |
I first advised propitiation Rage | F2 |
Fired Agamemnon Rising he denounced | E2 |
Vengeance and hath fulfilled it She in truth | Y4 |
Is gone to Chrysa and with her we send | E2 |
Propitiation also to the King | H2 |
Shaft arm'd Apollo But my beauteous prize | Y |
Bris is mine by the award of all | R |
His heralds at this moment lead away | C |
But thou wherein thou canst aid thy own son | Q2 |
Haste hence to Heaven and if thy word or deed | E2 |
Hath ever gratified the heart of Jove | F |
With earnest suit press him on my behalf | F |
For I not seldom in my father's hall | R |
Have heard thee boasting how when once the Gods | Y |
With Juno Neptune Pallas at their head | E2 |
Conspired to bind the Thunderer thou didst loose | Y |
His bands O Goddess calling to his aid | E2 |
The Hundred handed warrior by the Gods | Y |
Briareus but by men geon named | E2 |
For he in prowess and in might surpassed | E2 |
His father Neptune who enthroned sublime | B3 |
Sits second only to Saturnian Jove | F |
Elate with glory and joy Him all the Gods | Y |
Fearing from that bold enterprise abstained | E2 |
Now therefore of these things reminding Jove | F |
Embrace his knees entreat him that he give | F |
The host of Troy his succor and shut fast | E2 |
The routed Grecians prisoners in the fleet | E2 |
That all may find much solace in their King | H2 |
And that the mighty sovereign o'er them all | R |
Their Agamemnon may himself be taught | E2 |
His rashness who hath thus dishonor'd foul | Z4 |
The life itself and bulwark of his cause | Y |
To him with streaming eyes Thetis replied | E2 |
Born as thou wast to sorrow ah my son | Q2 |
Why have I rear'd thee Would that without tears | Y |
Or cause for tears transient as is thy life | F |
A little span thy days might pass at Troy | C |
But short and sorrowful the fates ordain | Q2 |
Thy life peculiar trouble must be thine | Q2 |
Whom therefore oh that I had never borne | Q2 |
But seeking the Olympian hill snow crown'd | E2 |
I will myself plead for thee in the ear | C |
Of Jove the Thunderer Meantime at thy fleet | E2 |
Abiding let thy wrath against the Greeks | Y |
Still burn and altogether cease from war | C |
For to the banks of the Oceanus | Y |
Where thiopia holds a feast to Jove | F |
He journey'd yesterday with whom the Gods | Y |
Went also and the twelfth day brings them home | C4 |
Then will I to his brazen floor'd abode | E2 |
That I may clasp his knees and much misdeem | C4 |
Of my endeavor or my prayer shall speed | E2 |
So saying she went but him she left enraged | E2 |
For fair Bris is' sake forced from his arms | Y |
By stress of power Meantime Ulysses came | C4 |
To Chrysa with the Hecatomb in charge | U4 |
Arrived within the haven deep their sails | Y |
Furling they stowed them in the bark below | V2 |
Then by its tackle lowering swift the mast | E2 |
Into its crutch they briskly push'd to land | E2 |
Heaved anchors out and moor'd the vessel fast | E2 |
Forth came the mariners and trod the beach | |
Forth came the victims of Apollo next | E2 |
And last Chrys is Her Ulysses led | E2 |
Toward the altar gave her to the arms | Y |
Of her own father and him thus address'd | E2 |
O Chryses Agamemnon King of men | Q2 |
Hath sent thy daughter home with whom we bring | H2 |
A Hecatomb on all our host's behalf | F |
To Phoebus hoping to appease the God | E2 |
By whose dread shafts the Argives now expire | C |
So saying he gave her to him who with joy | C |
Received his daughter Then before the shrine | Q2 |
Magnificent in order due they ranged | E2 |
The noble Hecatomb Each laved his hands | Y |
And took the salted meal and Chryses made | E2 |
His fervent prayer with hands upraised on high | F |
God of the silver bow who with thy power | C |
Encirclest Chrysa and who reign'st supreme | C4 |
In Tenedos and Cilla the divine | Q2 |
Thou prov'dst propitious to my first request | E2 |
Hast honor'd me and punish'd sore the Greeks | Y |
Hear yet thy servant's prayer take from their host | E2 |
At once the loathsome pestilence away | C |
So Chryses prayed whom Phoebus heard well pleased | E2 |
Then prayed the Grecians also and with meal | B4 |
Sprinkling the victims their retracted necks | Y |
First pierced then flay'd them the disjointed thighs | Y |
They next invested with the double caul | |
Which with crude slices thin they overspread | E2 |
The priest burned incense and libation poured | E2 |
Large on the hissing brands while him beside | E2 |
Busy with spit and prong stood many a youth | Y4 |
Trained to the task The thighs with fire consumed | E2 |
They gave to each his portion of the maw | C4 |
Then slashed the remnant pierced it with the spits | Y |
And managing with culinary skill | H4 |
The roast withdrew it from the spits again | Q2 |
Their whole task thus accomplish'd and the board | E2 |
Set forth they feasted and were all sufficed | E2 |
When neither hunger more nor thirst remained | E2 |
Unsatisfied boys crown'd the beakers high | F |
With wine delicious and from right to left | E2 |
Distributing the cups served every guest | E2 |
Thenceforth the youths of the Achaian race | Y |
To song propitiatory gave the day | E2 |
P ans to Phoebus Archer of the skies | Y |
Chaunting melodious Pleased Apollo heard | E2 |
But when the sun descending darkness fell | V |
They on the beach beside their hawsers slept | E2 |
And when the day spring's daughter rosy palm'd | E2 |
Aurora look'd abroad then back they steer'd | E2 |
To the vast camp Fair wind and blowing fresh | |
Apollo sent them quick they rear'd the mast | E2 |
Then spread the unsullied canvas to the gale | S4 |
And the wind filled it Roared the sable flood | E2 |
Around the bark that ever as she went | E2 |
Dash'd wide the brine and scudded swift away | E2 |
Thus reaching soon the spacious camp of Greece | Y |
Their galley they updrew sheer o'er the sands | Y |
From the rude surge remote then propp'd her sides | Y |
With scantlings long and sought their several tents | Y |
But Peleus' noble son the speed renown'd | E2 |
Achilles he his well built bark beside | E2 |
Consumed his hours nor would in council more | C |
Where wise men win distinction or in fight | E2 |
Appear to sorrow and heart withering wo | V2 |
Abandon'd though for battle ardent still | H4 |
He panted and the shout resounding field | E2 |
But when the twelfth fair morrow streak'd the East | E2 |
Then all the everlasting Gods to Heaven | Q2 |
Resorted with the Thunderer at their head | E2 |
And Thetis not unmindful of her son | Q2 |
Prom the salt flood emerged seeking betimes | Y |
Olympus and the boundless fields of heaven | Q2 |
High on the topmost eminence sublime | C4 |
Of the deep fork'd Olympian she perceived | E2 |
The Thunderer seated from the Gods apart | E2 |
She sat before him clasp'd with her left hand | E2 |
His knees her right beneath his chin she placed | E2 |
And thus the King Saturnian Jove implored | E2 |
Father of all by all that I have done | Q2 |
Or said that ever pleased thee grant my suit | E2 |
Exalt my son by destiny short lived | E2 |
Beyond the lot of others Him with shame | C4 |
The King of men hath overwhelm'd by force | Y |
Usurping his just meed thou therefore Jove | F |
Supreme in wisdom honor him and give | F |
Success to Troy till all Achaia's sons | Y |
Shall yield him honor more than he hath lost | E2 |
She spake to whom the Thunderer nought replied | E2 |
But silent sat long time She as her hand | E2 |
Had grown there still importunate his knees | Y |
Clasp'd as at first and thus her suit renew'd | E2 |
Or grant my prayer and ratify the grant | E2 |
Or send me hence for thou hast none to fear | C |
Plainly refused that I may know and feel | B4 |
By how much I am least of all in heaven | Q2 |
To whom the cloud assembler at the last | E2 |
Spake deep distress'd Hard task and full of strife | F |
Thou hast enjoined me Juno will not spare | C |
For gibe and taunt injurious whose complaint | E2 |
Sounds daily in the ears of all the Gods | Y |
That I assist the Trojans but depart | E2 |
Lest she observe thee my concern shall be | Y |
How best I may perform thy full desire | C |
And to assure thee more I give the sign | Q2 |
Indubitable which all fear expels | Y |
At once from heavenly minds Nought so confirmed | E2 |
May after be reversed or render'd vain | Q2 |
He ceased and under his dark brows the nod | E2 |
Vouchsafed of confirmation All around | E2 |
The Sovereign's everlasting head his curls | Y |
Ambrosial shook and the huge mountain reeled | E2 |
Their conference closed they parted She at once | Y |
From bright Olympus plunged into the flood | E2 |
Profound and Jove to his own courts withdrew | C |
Together all the Gods at his approach | N2 |
Uprose none sat expectant till he came | C4 |
But all advanced to meet the Eternal Sire | C |
So on his throne he sat Nor Juno him | C4 |
Not understood she watchful had observed | E2 |
In consultation close with Jove engaged | E2 |
Thetis bright footed daughter of the deep | P3 |
And keen the son of Saturn thus reproved | E2 |
Shrewd as thou art who now hath had thine ear | C |
Thy joy is ever such from me apart | E2 |
To plan and plot clandestine and thy thoughts | Y |
Think what thou may'st are always barred to me | Y |
To whom the father thus of heaven and earth | O4 |
Expect not Juno that thou shalt partake | E3 |
My counsels at all times which oft in height | E2 |
And depth thy comprehension far exceed | E2 |
Jove's consort as thou art When aught occurs | Y |
Meet for thine ear to none will I impart | E2 |
Of Gods or men more free than to thyself | F |
But for my secret thoughts which I withhold | E2 |
From all in heaven beside them search not thou | L2 |
With irksome curiosity and vain | Q2 |
Him answer'd then the Goddess ample eyed | E2 |
What word hath passed thy lips Saturnian Jove | F |
Thou most severe I never search thy thoughts | Y |
Nor the serenity of thy profound | E2 |
Intentions trouble they are safe from me | Y |
But now there seems a cause Deeply I dread | E2 |
Lest Thetis silver footed daughter fair | C |
Of Ocean's hoary Sovereign here arrived | E2 |
At early dawn to practise on thee Jove | F |
I noticed her a suitress at thy knees | Y |
And much misdeem or promise bound thou stand'st | E2 |
To Thetis past recall to exalt her son | Q2 |
And Greeks to slaughter thousands at the ships | Y |
To whom the cloud assembler God incensed | E2 |
Ah subtle ever teeming with surmise | Y |
And fathomer of my concealed designs | Y |
Thy toil is vain or which is worse for thee | Y |
Shall but estrange thee from mine heart the more | C |
And be it as thou sayest I am well pleased | E2 |
That so it should be Be advised desist | E2 |
Hold thou thy peace Else if my glorious hands | Y |
Once reach thee the Olympian Powers combined | E2 |
To rescue thee shall interfere in vain | Q2 |
He said whom Juno awful Goddess heard | E2 |
Appall'd and mute submitted to his will | H4 |
But through the courts of Jove the heavenly Powers | Y |
All felt displeasure when to them arose | Y |
Vulcan illustrious artist who with speech | |
Conciliatory interposed to sooth | Y |
His white armed mother Juno Goddess dread | E2 |
Hard doom is ours and not to be endured | E2 |
If feast and merriment must pause in heaven | Q2 |
While ye such clamor raise tumultuous here | C |
For man's unworthy sake yet thus we speed | E2 |
Ever when evil overpoises good | E2 |
But I exhort my mother though herself | F |
Already warn'd that meekly she submit | E2 |
To Jove our father lest our father chide | E2 |
More roughly and confusion mar the feast | E2 |
For the Olympian Thunderer could with ease | Y |
Us from our thrones precipitate so far | C |
He reigns to all superior Seek to assuage | F2 |
His anger therefore so shall he with smiles | Y |
Cheer thee nor thee alone but all in heaven | Q2 |
So Vulcan and upstarting placed a cup | |
Full charged between his mother's hands and said | E2 |
My mother be advised and though aggrieved | E2 |
Yet patient lest I see thee whom I love | F |
So dear with stripes chastised before my face | Y |
Willing but impotent to give thee aid | E2 |
Who can resist the Thunderer Me when once | Y |
I flew to save thee by the foot he seized | E2 |
And hurl'd me through the portal of the skies | Y |
From morn to eve I fell a summer's day | E2 |
And dropped at last in Lemnos There half dead | E2 |
The Sintians found me and with succor prompt | E2 |
And hospitable entertained me fallen | Q2 |
So He then Juno smiled Goddess white arm'd | E2 |
And smiling still from his unwonted hand | E2 |
Received the goblet He from right to left | E2 |
Rich nectar from the beaker drawn alert | E2 |
Distributed to all the powers divine | Q2 |
Heaven rang with laughter inextinguishable | H4 |
Peal after peal such pleasure all conceived | E2 |
At sight of Vulcan in his new employ | H4 |
So spent they in festivity the day | E2 |
And all were cheered nor was Apollo's harp | |
Silent nor did the Muses spare to add | E2 |
Responsive melody of vocal sweets | Y |
But when the sun's bright orb had now declined | E2 |
Each to his mansion wheresoever built | E2 |
By the lame matchless Architect withdrew | C |
Jove also kindler of the fires of heaven | Q2 |
His couch ascending as at other times | Y |
When gentle sleep approach'd him slept serene | Q2 |
With golden sceptred Juno at his side | E2 |
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The first book contains the preliminaries to the commencement of serious action First the visit of the priest of Apollo to ransom his captive daughter the refusal of Agamemnon to yield her up and the pestilence sent by the god upon the Grecian army in consequence Secondly the restoration the propitiation of Apollo the quarrel of Agamemnon and Achilles and the withdrawing of the latter from the Grecian army Thirdly the intercession of Thetis with Jupiter his promise unwillingly given to avenge Achilles and the assembly of the gods in which the promise is angrily alluded to by Juno and the discussion peremptorily checked by Jupiter The poet throughout this book maintains a simple unadorned style but highly descriptive and happily adapted to the nature of the subject FELTON | Q2 |
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