. Pope's The Iliad of Homer, books I, VI, XXII, and XXIV;. r feasts not here: 640 The wretch obeys, retiring with a tear. Thus wretched, thus retiring all in tears, To my sad soul Astyanax appears! Forced by repeated insults to return, And to his widowd mother vainly mourn. 645 He who, with tender delicacy bred, With princes sported, and on dainties fed, And, when still evening gave him up to rest Sunk soft in down upon the nurses breast, Must — ah what must he not? Whom Ilion calls 650 Astyanax, from her well-guarded walls, Is now that name no more, unhappy boy! Since nowT no more thy father
. Pope's The Iliad of Homer, books I, VI, XXII, and XXIV;. r feasts not here: 640 The wretch obeys, retiring with a tear. Thus wretched, thus retiring all in tears, To my sad soul Astyanax appears! Forced by repeated insults to return, And to his widowd mother vainly mourn. 645 He who, with tender delicacy bred, With princes sported, and on dainties fed, And, when still evening gave him up to rest Sunk soft in down upon the nurses breast, Must — ah what must he not? Whom Ilion calls 650 Astyanax, from her well-guarded walls, Is now that name no more, unhappy boy! Since nowT no more thy father guards his Troy. But thou, my Hector! liest exposd in air, Far from thy parents and thy consorts care, 655 Whose hand in vain, directed by her love, The martial scarf and robe of triumph wove. Now to devouring flames be these a prey, Useless to thee, from this accursed day! Yet let the sacrifice at least be paid, 660 An honour to the living, not the dead! So spake the mournful dame: her matrons hear,Sigh back her sighs, and answer tear with tear. m M -. J. Flax man arid A. S chill. BOOK XXIV. THE REDEMPTION OF THE BODY OF HECTOR. Now from the finishd games the Grecian bandSeek their black ships, and clear the crowded strand :All stretchd at ease the genial banquet share,And pleasing slumbers quiet all their so Achilles : he, to grief resignd, 5 His friends dear image present to his mind,Takes his sad couch, more unobservd to weep,Nor tastes the gifts of all-composing sleep ;Restless he rolld around his weary bed,And all his soul on his Patroclus fed : 10 The form so pleasing, and the heart so kind,That youthful vigour, and that manly mind,What toils they shard^ what martial works they wrought,What seas they measurd, and what fields they fought; 72 BOOK XXIV. 73 All passd before him in remembrance dear, 15 Thought follows thought, and tear succeeds to tear. And now supine, now prone, the hero lay, Now shifts his side, impatient for the day; Then starting up, disconsol
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