The Iliad (Wisehouse Classics Edition). Homer

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      And bulls and goats to Phoebus’ altars paid;

      The sable fumes in curling spires arise,

      And waft their grateful odours to the skies.

      The army thus in sacred rites engaged,

      Atrides still with deep resentment raged.

      To wait his will two sacred heralds stood,

      Talthybius and Eurybates the good.

      “Haste to the fierce Achilles’ tent (he cries),

      Thence bear Briseis as our royal prize:

      Submit he must; or if they will not part,

      Ourself in arms shall tear her from his heart.”

      The unwilling heralds act their lord’s commands;

      Pensive they walk along the barren sands:

      Arrived, the hero in his tent they find,

      With gloomy aspect on his arm reclined.

      At awful distance long they silent stand,

      Loth to advance, and speak their hard command;

      Decent confusion! This the godlike man

      Perceived, and thus with accent mild began:

      “With leave and honour enter our abodes,

      Ye sacred ministers of men and gods! ²¹

      I know your message; by constraint you came;

      Not you, but your imperious lord I blame.

      Patroclus, haste, the fair Briseis bring;

      Conduct my captive to the haughty king.

      But witness, heralds, and proclaim my vow,

      Witness to gods above, and men below!

      But first, and loudest, to your prince declare

      (That lawless tyrant whose commands you bear),

      Unmoved as death Achilles shall remain,

      Though prostrate Greece shall bleed at every vein:

      The raging chief in frantic passion lost,

      Blind to himself, and useless to his host,

      Unskill’d to judge the future by the past,

      In blood and slaughter shall repent at last.”

      Patroclus now the unwilling beauty brought;

      She, in soft sorrows, and in pensive thought,

      Pass’d silent, as the heralds held her hand,

      And of look’d back, slow-moving o’er the strand.

      Not so his loss the fierce Achilles bore;

      But sad, retiring to the sounding shore,

      O’er the wild margin of the deep he hung,

      That kindred deep from whence his mother sprung: ²²

      There bathed in tears of anger and disdain,

      Thus loud lamented to the stormy main:

      “O parent goddess! since in early bloom

      Thy son must fall, by too severe a doom;

      Sure to so short a race of glory born,

      Great Jove in justice should this span adorn:

      Honour and fame at least the thunderer owed;

      And ill he pays the promise of a god,

      If yon proud monarch thus thy son defies,

      Obscures my glories, and resumes my prize.”

      Far from the deep recesses of the main,

      Where aged Ocean holds his watery reign,

      The goddess-mother heard. The waves divide;

      And like a mist she rose above the tide;

      Beheld him mourning on the naked shores,

      And thus the sorrows of his soul explores.

      “Why grieves my son? Thy anguish let me share;

      Reveal the cause, and trust a parent’s care.”

      He deeply sighing said: “To tell my woe

      Is but to mention what too well you know.

      From Thebe, sacred to Apollo’s name ²³

      (Aetion’s realm), our conquering army came,

      With treasure loaded and triumphant spoils,

      Whose just division crown’d the soldier’s toils;

      But bright Chryseis, heavenly prize! was led,

      By vote selected, to the general’s bed.

      The priest of Phoebus sought by gifts to gain

      His beauteous daughter from the victor’s chain;

      The fleet he reach’d, and, lowly bending down,

      Held forth the sceptre and the laurel crown,

      Intreating all; but chief implored for grace

      The brother-kings of Atreus’ royal race:

      The generous Greeks their joint consent declare,

      The priest to reverence, and release the fair;

      Not so Atrides: he, with wonted pride,

      The sire insulted, and his gifts denied:

      The insulted sire (his god’s peculiar care)

      To Phoebus pray’d, and Phoebus heard the prayer:

      A dreadful plague ensues: the avenging darts

      Incessant fly, and pierce the Grecian hearts.

      A prophet then, inspired by heaven, arose,

      And points the crime, and thence derives the woes:

      Myself the first the assembled chiefs incline

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