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Title: Pope's translation of Homer's Iliad, books I, VI, XXII, XXIV;
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Homer Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744 Lawton, William Cranston, 1853-1941
Subjects: Achilles (Greek mythology) Epic poetry, Greek
Publisher: New York and Chicago, Globe school book co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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ustrious dame. The Phrygian queen to her rich wardrobe went, Where treasurd odors breathd a costly scent.360 There lay the vestures of no vulgar art, Sidonian maids embroiderd evry part, Whom from soft Sidon youthful Paris bore, With Helen touching on the Tyrian shore. Here as the queen revolvd with careful eyes365 The various textures and the various dyes, She chose a veil that shone superior far, And glowd refulgent as the morning star. Herself with this the long procession leads; The train majestically slow proceeds.370 Soon as to Ilions topmost towr they come, And awful reach the high Palladian dome, Antenors consort, fair Theano, waits As Pallas priestess, and unbars the gates. With hands uplifted and imploring eyes,375 They fill the dome with supplicating cries. The priestess then the shining veil displays, Placd on Minervas knees, and thus she prays: 0 awful goddess ! ever-dreadful maid, Troys strong defence, unconquerd Pallas, aid!380 Break thou Tydides spear, and let him fall
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BOOK VI 51 Prone on the dust before the Trojan wall. So twelve young heifers, guiltless of the yoke, Shall fill thy temple with a grateful smoke. But thou, atond by penitence and prayr,385 Ourselves, our infants, and our city spare! So prayd the priestess in her holy fane: So vowd the matrons, but they vowd in vain.While these appear before the powr with prayrs* Hector to Paris lofty dome repairs.390 Himself the mansion raisd, from every part Assembling architects of matchless art. Near Priams court and Hectors palace stands The pompous structure, and the town commands. A spear the hero bore of wondrous strength:395 Of full ten cubits was the lances length; The steely point, with golden ringlets joind, Before him brandishd, at each motion shind. Thus entring, in the glittring rooms he found His brother-chief, whose useless arms lay round,400 His eyes delighting with their splendid show, Brightning the shield, and polishing the bow. Beside him Helen with her virgins stands, Guides thei

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