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As in some rich man's domain

The reapers drawn in rows,
Right down the furrows shear the grain,

And still their labour grows,
And thick the armfuls fall as rain;
So Trojan and Achaian might

Each on the other leapt;
None turned from fight to cursèd flight,

But even battle kept.
They raged like wolves. With deadly smile
Fell Strife sate lowering by the while;
She singly of the gods was there,
The rest abode in upper air;
Deep-valed Olumpos all enshrouds,

Each in his beauteous palace calm, Each blaming Zeus, the King of clouds,

Who willed to Troy the victor's palm.
The Sire he held their murmurs light,

And drawing far away,
He sate, exulting in his might,

And overlooked the bay,
The ships of the Achaians,

The city on the plain,
The flashing of the brazen arms,

The slayers and the slain.

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Μήνιν άειδε, θεά, Πηληϊάδεω 'Αχιλλος,
ουλομένην, ή μυρί'Αχαιούς άλγε' έθηκεν,
πολλάς δ' ίφθίμους ψυχάς Αϊδι προΐαψεν
ηρώων, αυτούς δε ελώρια τεύχε κύνεσσιν
οιωνοίσί τε πάσι Διός δ' ετελείετο βουλή,
εξ ου δη τα πρώτα διαστήτην ερίσαντε
'Ατρείδης τε, άναξ ανδρών, και δίoς 'Αχιλλεύς.

Τίς τ' άρ σφώε θεών έριδι ξυνέηκε μάχεσθαι ;
Λητούς και Διός υιός. ο γαρ βασιλή χολωθείς
νούσαν ανά στρατόν ώρσε κακήν, ολέκοντο δε λαοί,
oύνεκα τον Χρύσην ήτίμησαρητήρα
Ατρείδης. ο γάρ ήλθε θοάς επί νήας Αχαιών,
λυσόμενός τε θύγατρα φέρων τ' άπερείσιάποινα,
στέμματ' έχων εν χερσίν εκηβόλου Απόλλωνος,
χρυσέω ανά σκήπτρο, και λίσσετο πάντας Αχαιούς,
Ατρείδα δε μάλιστα δύω, κοσμήτορε λαών

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Of Achilles, son of Peleus,
How the host of the Achaians
How the wraiths of stalwart heroes
Left themselves, for dogs to feed on,
Sing, O Goddess ! how all-ruling
From the hour when, torn asunder,
Agamemnon, lord of heroes,

Who among the gods inflamed them,
'Twas the Son of Zeus with Leto.
Through the host a Plague he kindled,
For Atrides did dishonour
When to the Achaian vessels
For the ransom of his daughter.
On the gold-wrought staff of Phæbus.
Most of all the two Atridai,

how the deadly wrath arose ; rued it with ten thousand woes; Hades gat before his day, and for every bird of prey, Zeus fulfilled his stedfast plan, they, the twain, to strive began, and Achilles, flower of man. that the fatal feud outbroke?

Toward the King his anger woke; and in thousands fell the folk. unto Chryses, man of prayer, store of endless gifts he bare In his hands the garlands were, Suppliant to the chiefs he spoke, the Commanders of the folk.

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