. Pope's The Iliad of Homer, books I, VI, XXII, and XXIV;. ee thee trembling, weeping, captive led !In Argive looms our battles to design, 580 And woes of which so large a part was thine !To bear the victors hard commands, or bringThe weight of waters from Hyperias , while you groan beneath the load of life,They cry, Behold the mighty Hectors wife ! 585 Some haughty Greek, who lives thy tears to see,Embitters all thy woes by naming thoughts of glory past, and present shame,A thousand griefs, shall waken at the name !May I lie cold before that dreadful day, 590 Pressd with a
. Pope's The Iliad of Homer, books I, VI, XXII, and XXIV;. ee thee trembling, weeping, captive led !In Argive looms our battles to design, 580 And woes of which so large a part was thine !To bear the victors hard commands, or bringThe weight of waters from Hyperias , while you groan beneath the load of life,They cry, Behold the mighty Hectors wife ! 585 Some haughty Greek, who lives thy tears to see,Embitters all thy woes by naming thoughts of glory past, and present shame,A thousand griefs, shall waken at the name !May I lie cold before that dreadful day, 590 Pressd with a load of monumental clay !Thy Hector, wrappd in everlasting sleep,Shall neither hear thee sigh, nor see thee having spoke, th illustrious chief of TroyStretchd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. 595 The babe clung crying to his nurses breast,Scard at the dazzling helm, and nodding secret pleasure each fond parent smild,And Hector hasted to relieve his child ;The glittering terrors from his brows unbound, 600 i ,?;•?•:•/ si. :xi U i di Friedrich Pre Her. Iliad —Book VI., 488-615. BOOK VI. 47 And placed the beaming helmet on the kissd the child, and, lifting high in air,Thus to the gods preferrd a fathers prayer : O thou ! whose glory fills th ethereal throne,And all ye deathless powers ! protect my son ! 605 Grant him, like me, to purchase just guard the Trojans, to defend the crown,x\gainst his countrys foes the war to wage,And rise the Hector of the future age !So when, triumphant from successful toils, 610 Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils,Whole hosts may hail him with deservd acclaim,And say, This chief transcends his fathers fame :While pleasd, amidst the general shouts of Troy,His mothers conscious heart oerflows with joy. 615 He spoke, and fondly gazing on her charmsRestord the pleasing burden to her arms :Soft on her fragrant breast the babe she laid,Hushd to repose, and with a smile troubled ple
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