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. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. sacked the burg. And he sang how andwhere each man wasted the town, and of Odysseus, how hewent like Ares to the house of Deiphobus with godlike was there, he said, that Odysseus adventured the most griev-ous battle, and iii the end prevailed, by grace of great-heartedAthene. This was the song that the famous minstrel sang. But theheart of Odysseus melted, and the tear wet his cheeks beneaththe eyelids. Now none of all the company marked him weep-ing; but Alcinous alone noted i
. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. sacked the burg. And he sang how andwhere each man wasted the town, and of Odysseus, how hewent like Ares to the house of Deiphobus with godlike was there, he said, that Odysseus adventured the most griev-ous battle, and iii the end prevailed, by grace of great-heartedAthene. This was the song that the famous minstrel sang. But theheart of Odysseus melted, and the tear wet his cheeks beneaththe eyelids. Now none of all the company marked him weep-ing; but Alcinous alone noted it, and was ware thereof, as hesat nigh him and heard him groaning heavily. And presentlyhe spake among the Phaeacians, masters of the oar: Hearken, ye captions and counsellors of the Phaeacians, andnow let Demodocus hold his hand from the loud lyre, for thissong of his is nowise pleasing alike to all. From the time thatwe began to sup, anil that the divine minstrel was moved tosing, ever since hath yonder stranger never ceased from woefullamentation : sore grief, methinks, hath encompassed his heart. BOOK IX 95 Nay, but let the minstrel cease, that we may all alike makemerry, hosts and guest, since it is far meeter so. Wherefore dothou too hide not now with crafty purpose aught whereof I askthee; it were more meet for thee to tell it out. Say, what isthe name whereby they call thee at home, even thy father andthy mother, and others thy townsmen and the dwellers roundabout 1 For there is none of all mankind nameless, neither themean man nor yet the noble, from the first hour of Ins birth, butparents bestow a name on every man so soon as he is me too of thy land, thy township, and thy city, that ourships may conceive of their course to bring thee thither. Batcome now, declare me this and plainly tell it all; whither wastthou borne wandering, and to what shores of men thou earnest;tell me of the people and of their fair-lying cities, of those whosoare hard and wild and u
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