. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident. I mean,Evn from thy tent, m^-self, to bear thy fair Briseis : that henceforth thou knowHow far I am thy master ; and that, taughtBy thine example, others too may fearTo rival me, and brave me to my face. Thus while he spake, Achilles chaf d with rage ;And in his manly breast his heart was tornWith thoughts conflicting—whether from his sideTo draw his mighty sword, and thrusting byTh assembled throng, to kill th insulting King ;Or school his soul, and keep his anger while in mind and spirit thus h
. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident. I mean,Evn from thy tent, m^-self, to bear thy fair Briseis : that henceforth thou knowHow far I am thy master ; and that, taughtBy thine example, others too may fearTo rival me, and brave me to my face. Thus while he spake, Achilles chaf d with rage ;And in his manly breast his heart was tornWith thoughts conflicting—whether from his sideTo draw his mighty sword, and thrusting byTh assembled throng, to kill th insulting King ;Or school his soul, and keep his anger while in mind and spirit thus he half unsheathd his sword, from Heavn came downMinerva, sent by Juno, white-armd Queen,Whose love and care both chiefs alike stood behind, and by the yellow hairShe held the son of Peleus, visibleTo him alone, by all the rest , wondring, turnd, and straight he knewThe blue-eyed Pallas ; awful was her glance ;Whom thus the chief with winged words addressd : Why comst thou, child of aegis-bearing Jove?To see the arrogance of Atreus son ?. J. U. G. FERRIS, Pi ACHILLES DENOUNCES AGAMEMNON gre;e;k i^iterature. 159 But this I say, and will make good my words,This insolence may cost him soon his life. To whom the blue-eyd Goddess thus replied : From heavn I came, to curb, if thou wilt hear,Thy fury, sent by Juno, white-armd Queen,Whose love and care ye both alike , then, these broils, and draw not thus thy words, indeed, assail him as thou this I promise, and will make it good,The time shall come, when for his insolenceA threefold compensation shall be thine,Only be swayd by me, and curb thy wrath. Whom answerd thus Achilles, swift of foot:* Goddess, I needs must yield to your commands,Indignant though I be—for so tis best;Who hears the Gods, of them his prayrs are heard. He said : and on the silver hilt he staydHis powrful hand, and flung his mighty swordBack to its scabbard, to Minervas wordObedient; she her heavn
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