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The Fall of Troy

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  So in unbridled joy a Trojan cried;
  But one more wise and prudent answered him:
  "Thou deemest that yon murderous Danaan host
  Will straightway get them to the ships, to flee
  Over the misty sea. Nay, still their lust
  Is hot for fight: us will they nowise fear,
  Still are there left strong battle-eager men,
  As Aias, as Tydeides, Atreus' sons:
  Though dead Achilles be, I still fear these.
  Oh that Apollo Silverbow would end them!
  Then in that day were given to our prayers
  A breathing-space from war and ghastly death."

  In heaven was dole among the Immortal Ones,
  Even all that helped the stalwart Danaans' cause.
  In clouds like mountains piled they veiled their heads
  For grief of soul. But glad those others were
  Who fain would speed Troy to a happy goal.
  Then unto Cronos' Son great Hera spake:
  "Zeus, Lightning-father, wherefore helpest thou
  Troy, all forgetful of the fair-haired bride
  Whom once to Peleus thou didst give to wife
  Midst Pelion's glens? Thyself didst bring to pass
  Those spousals of a Goddess: on that day
  All we Immortals feasted there, and gave
  Gifts passing-fair. All this dost thou forget,
  And hast devised for Hellas heaviest woe."


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