Part 59 (1/2)
That done, a sumptuous banquet shall be made, And the full price of injured honour paid
Stretch not henceforth, O prince! thy sovereign ht; 'Tis the chief praise that e'er to kings belong'd, To right with justice ith power they wrong'd”
To hiive joy, and wisdoladly I prepare; And heaven regard me as I justly swear!
Here then awhile let Greece assee this short delay
Till fro, the fire shall bear; These to select, Ulysses, be thy care: In order rank'd let all our gifts appear, And the fair train of captives close the rear: Talthybius shall the victiht orb of day”
”For this (the stern aeacides replies) Some less important season may suffice, When the stern fury of the war is o'er, And wrath, extinguish'd, burns my breast no ri wounds, our heroes lie: Those call to war! and ht my voice incite, No, this instant, shall coenerous bowls, And copious banquets, glad your weary souls
Let not e be cloy'd with blood: Pale lies ured o'er, And his cold feet are pointed to the door
Revenge is all ht, has room to harbour there; Destruction be onizing sounds”
”O first of Greeks, (Ulysses thus rejoin'd,) The best and bravest of the warrior kind!
Thy praise it is in dreadful camps to shi+ne, But old experience and calm wisdom mine
Then hear my counsel, and to reason yield, The bravest soon are satiate of the field; Though vast the heaps that strow the criain: The scale of conquest ever wavering lies, Great Jove but turns it, and the victor dies!
The great, the bold, by thousands daily fall, And endless were the grief, to weep for all
Eternal sorrohat avails to shed?
Greece honours not with soleh, when death demands the brave, to pay The tribute of a rave resign'd, Our care devolves on others left behind
Let generous food supplies of strength produce, Let rising spirits flow frohtly juice, Let their warlow, And pour new furies on the feebler foe
Yet a short interval, and none shall dare Expect a second summons to the war; Who waits for that, the dire effects shall find, If tres behind
Ehty Troy descend”
And now the delegates Ulysses sent, To bear the presents from the royal tent: The sons of Nestor, Phyleus' valiant heir, Thias and Merion, thunderbolts of war, With Lycomedes of Creiontian strain, And Melanippus, foriven, the youths obey'd: Twice ten bright vases in the midst they laid; A row of six fair tripods then succeeds; And twice the nu steeds: Seven captives next a lovely line co rose, Closed the bright band: great Ithacus, before, First of the train, the golden talents bore: The rest in public view the chiefs dispose, A splendid scene! then Agamemnon rose: The boar Talthybius held: the Grecian lord Drew the broad cutlass sheath'd beside his sword: The stubborn bristles froskies, On heaven's broad marble roof were fixed his eyes
The solemn words a deep attention draw, And Greece around sat thrill'd with sacred awe
”Witness thou first! thou greatest power above, All-good, all-wise, and all-surveying Jove!
And ht, And ye, fell furies of the realht, Who rule the dead, and horrid woes prepare For perjured kings, and all who falsely swear!
The black-eyed maid inviolate removes, Pure and unconscious of eance shed, And levell'd thunder strike uilty head!”
With that, his weapon deep inflicts the wound; The bleeding savage turound; The sacred herald rolls the victi main
Then thus Achilles: ”Hear, ye Greeks! and know Whate'er we feel, 'tis Jove inflicts the woe; Not else Atrides could our rage infla, force the da all, That doom'd our strife, and dooe the genial rite; Achilles waits ye, and expects the fight”
The speedy council at his word adjourn'd: To their black vessels all the Greeks return'd
Achilles sought his tent His train before March'd onward, bending with the gifts they bore
Those in the tents the squires industrious spread: The foa coursers to the stalls they led; To their new seats the female captives move Briseis, radiant as the queen of love, Slow as she pass'd, beheld with sad survey Where, gash'd with cruel wounds, Patroclus lay