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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? | |||
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''' | |||
[[Category:Achilles]] | [[Category:Achilles]] | ||
[[Category: | [[Category:Capricious_Leadership]] | ||
[[Category:Homer]] | [[Category:Homer]] | ||
[[Category:The_Iliad]] | [[Category:The_Iliad]] |
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