The Iliad And The Odyssey (Classics Of World Literature) - Plot & Excerpts
Constant Achilles yet Wept for his friend; nor sleep itself, that all things doth subdue, Could touch at him. This way and that he turn’d, and did renew His friend’s dear memory, his grace in managing his strength, And his strength’s greatness – how life rack’d into their utmost length Griefs, battles, and the wraths of seas, in their joint sufferance; Each thought of which turn’d to a tear. Sometimes he would advance (In tumbling on the shore) his side, sometimes his face, then turn Flat on his bosom, start upright. Although he saw the morn Show sea and shore his extasy, he left not till at last Rage varied his distraction. Horse, chariot, in haste He call’d for; and (those join’d) the corse was to his chariot tied, And thrice about the sepulchre he made his fury ride, Dragging the person. All this past, in his pavilion Rest seiz’d him, but with Hector’s corse his rage had never done, Still suffering it t’ oppress the dust. Apollo yet, even dead, Pitied the prince, and would not see inhuman tyranny fed With more pollution of his limbs, and therefore cover’d round His person with his golden shield, that rude dogs might not wound His manly lineaments (which threat Achilles cruelly Had us’d in fury).
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