The Iliad. Homer

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      Next those who in Pelasgian Argos dwelt,

       And who in Alos, and in Alope,

       Trachys, and Phthia, and in Hellas fam'd

       For women fair; of these, by various names,

       Achaians, Myrmidons, Hellenes, known,

       In fifty ships, Achilles was the chief.

       But from the battle-strife these all abstain'd,

       Since none there was to marshal their array.

       For Peleus' godlike son, the swift of foot,

       Lay idly in his tent, the loss resenting

       Of Brises' fair-hair'd daughter; whom himself

       Had chosen, prize of all his warlike toil,

       When he Lyrnessus and the walls of Thebes

       O'erthrew, and Mynes and Epistrophus

       Struck down, bold warriors both, Evenus' sons,

       Selepius' royal heir; for her in wrath,

       He held aloof, but soon again to appear.

      Those in the flow'ry plain of Pyrrhasus,

       To Ceres dear, who dwelt; in Phylace,

       In Iton, rich in flocks, and, by the sea,

       In Antron, and in Pteleon's grass-clad meads;

       These led Protesilaus, famed in arms,

       While yet he liv'd; now laid beneath the sod.

       In Phylace were left his weeping wife,

       And half-built house; him, springing to the shore,

       First of the Greeks, a Dardan warrior slew.

       Nor were his troops, their leader though they mourn'd,

       Left leaderless; the post of high command

       Podarces claim'd of right, true plant of Mars,

       Iphiclus' son, the rich Phylacides;

       The brother of Protesilaus he,

       Younger in years, nor equal in renown;

       Yet of a chief no want the forces felt,

       Though much they mourn'd their valiant leader slain.

       In his command came forty dark-ribb'd ships.

      Those who from Pherae came, beside the lake

       Boebeis, and who dwelt in Glaphyrae,

       In Boebe, and Iolcos' well-built fort,

       These in eleven ships Eumelus led,

       Whom Pelias' daughter, fairest of her race,

       Divine Alcestis to Admetus bore.

      Who in Methone and Thaumacia dwelt,

       In Meliboea and Olizon's rock;

       These Philoctetes, skilful archer, led.

       Sev'n ships were theirs, and ev'ry ship was mann'd

       By fifty rowers, skilful archers all.

       But he, their chief, was lying, rack'd with pain,

       On Lemnos' sacred isle; there left perforce

       In torture from a venomous serpent's wound:

       There he in anguish lay: nor long, ere Greeks

       Of royal Philoctetes felt their need.

       Yet were his troops, their leader though they mourn'd,

       Not leaderless: Oileus' bastard son,

       Medon, of Rhene born, their ranks array'd.

      Who in OEchalia, Eurytus' domain,

       In Tricca, and in rough Ithome dwelt,

       These Podalirius and Machaon led,

       Two skilful leeches, AEsculapius' sons.

       Of these came thirty ships in order due.

      Who in Ormenium and Asterium dwelt,

       By Hypereia's fount, and on the heights

       Of Titanum's white peaks, of these was chief

       Eurypylus, Euaemon's gallant son;

       In his command came forty dark-ribb'd ships.

      Who in Argissa and Gyrtona dwelt,

       Ortha, Elone, and the white-wall'd town

       Of Oloosson, Polypoetes led;

       Son of Pirithous, progeny of Jove,

       A warrior bold; Hippodamia fair

       Him to Pirithous bore, what time he slew

       The shaggy Centaurs, and from Pelion's heights

       For refuge 'mid the rude AEthices drove.

       Nor he alone; with him to Troy there came

       A scion true of Mars, Leonteus, heir

       Of nobly-born Coronus, Caeneus' son.

       In their command came forty dark-ribb'd ships.

      With two and twenty vessels Gouneus came

       From Cythus; he the Enienes led,

       And the Peraebians' warlike tribes, and those

       Who dwelt around Dodona's wintry heights,

       Or till'd the soil upon the lovely banks

       Of Titaresius, who to Peneus pours

       The tribute of his clearly-flowing stream;

       Yet mingles not with Peneus' silver waves,

       But on the surface floats like oil, his source

       From Styx deriving, in whose awful name

       Both Gods and men by holiest oaths are bound.

      Magnesia's troops, who dwelt by Peneus' stream,

       Or beneath Pelion's leafy-quiv'ring shades,

       Swift-footed Prothous led, Tenthredon's son;

       In his command came forty dark-ribb'd ships.

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