Grim dawn map of plains of strife torrent#

Reflecting blaze on blaze against the skies.įorth march'd the chief, and distant from the crowd, So from Achilles' head the splendours rise, With long-projected beams the seas are bright,Īnd heaven's high arch reflects the ruddy light: Thick on the hills the flaming beacons blaze When men distress'd hang out the sign of war ) (Seen from some island, o'er the main afar, The smokes, high curling to the shaded skies Her aegis Pallas o'er his shoulder throws Īround his brows a golden cloud she spread Had not high Juno from the realms of air, So watchful shepherds strive to force, in vain, Nor yields a step, nor from his post retires: With fiercer shouts his lingering troops he fires, Thrice to the skies the Trojan clamours flew:īut check'd, he turns repuls'd, attacks again. Thrice the slain hero by the foot he drew The rage of Hector o'er the ranks was borne. Pour'd on the rear, and thunder'd close behind:Īnd like a flame through fields of ripen'd corn, The horse, the foot, with equal fury join'd, Safe through the tempest to the tented shore. Nor yet their chiefs Patroclus' body bore Urge to broad Hellespont their headlong course That all shall know Achilles swells the tide.'Īnd now the Greeks from furious Hector's force,

Grim dawn map of plains of strife torrent#

Soon shall the sanguine torrent spread so wide, In vain you hold me-Hence! my arms! my arms!. Yes, I shall give the fair those mournful charms. Shall I not force her breast to heave with sighs,Īnd the soft tears to trickle from her eyes? With frantic hands her long dishevell'd hair? Shall I not force some widow'd dame to tear Let me, this instant, rush into the fields,Īnd reap what glory life's short harvest yields. No more the Grecian hope, or Trojan dread! So shall Achilles fall! stretch'd pale and dead, To Juno's hate, at length resign'd his breath,Īnd sunk the victim of all-conquering death. The great Alcides, Jove's unequall'd son, The stroke of fate the strongest cannot shun: Yes-I will meet the murderer of my friend Sweet to the soul, as honey to the taste:įrom fiery blood, and darkening all the mind.

Wrath and revenge from men and gods remove:įar, far too dear to every mortal breast, More useful to preserve, than I to kill,) (Others in council famed for nobler skill, Since here, for brutal courage far renown'd, Since, unrevenged, a hundred ghosts demand He fell, and falling, wish'd my aid in vain.

When Hector falls, thou diest.'-'Let Hector die,įar lies Patroclus from his native plain! 'Ah then, I see thee dying, see thee dead! On these conditions will I breathe: till then,Ī flood of tears, at this, the goddess shed: Let me revenge it on proud Hector's heart, 'Tis not in fate the alternate now to give New woes, new sorrows, shall create again. Had caused such sorrows past, and woes to come.įor soon, alas! that wretched offspring slain, Pursued the pleasures of the watery reign: O hadst thou still, a sister of the main, On Peleus Hector bears the glorious load.Ĭursed be that day, when all the powers above Lost are those arms the gods themselves bestow'd Patroclus, loved of all my martial train, Not even the Thunderer's favour brings relief. He, deeply groaning-'To this cureless grief, Their sacred seats, the glimmering grotto fill'd Įach beat her ivory breast with silent woe, The circling Nereids with their mistress weep,Īnd all the sea-green sisters of the deep.Īnd the blue languish of soft Alia's eye.Īll these, and all that deep in ocean held Heard his loud cries, and answer'd groan for groan. The mother-goddess from her crystal throne The latter part of the nine-and-twentieth day, and the night ensuing, take up this book: the scene is at Achilles' tent on the sea-shore, from whence it changes to the palace of Vulcan.įar in the deep abysses of the main, The description of the wonderful works of Vulcan: and, lastly, that noble one of the shield of Achilles. Thetis goes to the palace of Vulcan to obtain new arms for her son. The grief of Achilles over the body of Patroclus. The Trojans call a council, where Hector and Polydamas disagree in their opinions: but the advice of the former prevails, to remain encamped in the field. The sight of him turns the fortunes of the day, and the body of Patroclus is carried off by the Greeks.

Iris appears to Achilles by the command of Juno, and orders him to show himself at the head of the intrenchments. The speeches of the mother and son on this occasion. Thetis, hearing his lamentations, comes with all her sea- nymphs to comfort him. The news of the death of Patroclus is brought to Achilles by Antilochus. The Grief of Achilles, and New Armour Made Him by Vulcan.