T HOMER'S ILIAD. Воок І. T HE wrath of Peleus' son, that evil wrath Which on Achaia piled a myriad woes, Oh Goddess, sing: which down to darkness hurled Brave souls of mighty men, and made their flesh A prey to dogs and every ravening fowl. Yet Zeus his will was working: since the day When first 'twixt Atreus' son, the King of men, And proud Achilles there arose up war. 5 What god, then, bade those twain stand forth and strive? Zeus's and Leto's son. He, angered sore Against the King, sent pestilence abroad B 10 |