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Achilles to Atrides on the King's personal war:
'''Achilles to Atrides on the King's personal war:'''
 
What cause have I to war at thy decree?


''What cause have I to war at thy decree?
The distant Trojans never injured me;
The distant Trojans never injured me;
Safe in her vales my warlike coursers fed;
Safe in her vales my warlike coursers fed;
Far hence removed, the hoarse-resounding main,
Far hence removed, the hoarse-resounding main,
Whose frutful soil luxuriant harvests grace,  
Whose frutful soil luxuriant harvests grace,  
Rich in her fruits, and in her martial race.
Rich in her fruits, and in her martial race.
Hither we sail'd, a voluntary throng,  
Hither we sail'd, a voluntary throng,  
To avenge a private, not a public wrong.
To avenge a private, not a public wrong.
What else to Troy the assembled nations draws,
What else to Troy the assembled nations draws,
But thine, ungrateful, and thy brother's cause?''
 
But thine, ungrateful, and thy brother's cause?
 
'''Book I, Page 6, The Iliad'''


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Latest revision as of 22:17, 24 May 2023

Achilles to Atrides on the King's personal war:

What cause have I to war at thy decree?

The distant Trojans never injured me;

Safe in her vales my warlike coursers fed;

Far hence removed, the hoarse-resounding main,

Whose frutful soil luxuriant harvests grace,

Rich in her fruits, and in her martial race.

Hither we sail'd, a voluntary throng,

To avenge a private, not a public wrong.

What else to Troy the assembled nations draws,

But thine, ungrateful, and thy brother's cause?

Book I, Page 6, The Iliad