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BOOK VIII.

THE SECOND BATTLE.

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A Council of the Gods. - Jupiter forbids them to take Part with either
Side. Minerva permitted to advise the Greeks. — Beginning of the
Second Battle. The Fate of the two Armies weighed in the Scales
by Jupiter. Nestor rescued by Diomed. Exploits of Diomed and
of Hector. Neptune denies the Request of Juno to aid the Greeks.-
Teucer wounded by Hector. -Juno and Minerva restrained by Ju-
piter from going to the Aid of the Greeks, who are driven within their
Intrenchments. The Trojans pass the Night before the Greek Camp,
and kindle Fires around it.

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BOOK IX.

THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES.

Agamemnon's Proposal to raise the Siege opposed by Diomed and Nes-

tor. A Council. - Ulysses, Ajax, and Phoenix sent to Achilles to

request a Reconciliation. Their Reception, their Persuasions, and

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their Ill Success.

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BOOK X.

THE NIGHT-ADVENTURE OF DIOMED AND ULYSSES.

Agamemnon's Distress at the Obstinacy of Achilles. Consults with Mene-

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laus, Nestor, Ulysses, and Diomed. A Council. Diomed and

Ulysses set out for the Enemy's Camp to learn his Designs. - Death

of Dolon, the Trojan Spy.- Rhesus the Thracian killed in his Tent

and his Horses taken.

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BOOK XI.

THE THIRD BATTLE, AND EXPLOITS OF AGAMEMNON.

Renewal of the Fight by Agamemnon. — His Prowess. Hector warned

by Iris not to fight till Agamemnon is wounded. Agamemnon dis-

abled. Hector makes great Havoc till checked by Ulysses and Dio-

med. - Diomed wounded by Paris, and rescued by Ajax, who rallies

the Greeks. Machaon wounded. Conversations of Nestor and

BOOK XII.

THE BATTLE AT THE GRECIAN WALL.

Division of the Trojan Army, by Advice of Polydamas, into Five Bodies, to

storm the Greek Intrenchments. - A Breach in the Wall made by

One of the Gates beaten open by Hector with a Stone.

Sarpedon.

His Entrance at the Head of his Troops.

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THE ILIAD.

BOOK I.

GODDESS! sing the wrath of Peleus' son,
Achilles; sing the deadly wrath that brought
Woes numberless upon the Greeks, and swept
To Hades many a valiant soul, and gave

Their limbs a prey to dogs and birds of air, —
For so had Jove appointed,—from the time
When the two chiefs, Atrides, king of men,

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great Achilles, parted first as foes.

Which of the gods put strife between the chiefs,
That they should thus contend? Latona's son
And Jove's. Incensed against the king, he bade
A deadly pestilence appear among

The army,

and the men were perishing. For Atreus' son with insult had received

Chryses the priest, who to the Grecian fleet

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Came to redeem his daughter, offering
Uncounted ransom. In his hand he bore
The fillets of Apollo, archer-god,
Upon the golden sceptre, and he sued

To all the Greeks, but chiefly to the sons
Of Atreus, the two leaders of the host:-
"Ye sons of Atreus, and ye other chiefs,
Well-greaved Achaians, may the gods who dwell
Upon Olympus give you to o'erthrow
The city of Priam, and in safety reach

Your homes; but give me my beloved child,

And take her ransom, honoring him who sends
His arrows far, Apollo, son of Jove."

Then all the other Greeks, applauding, bade
Revere the priest and take the liberal gifts

He offered, but the counsel did not please
Atrides Agamemnon; he dismissed

The priest with scorn, and added threatening words:
"Old man, let me not find thee loitering here,

Beside the roomy ships, or coming back

Hereafter, lest the fillet thou dost bear

And sceptre of thy god protect thee not.
This maiden I release not till old age
Shall overtake her in my Argive home,

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couch.

Far from her native country, where her hand
Shall throw the shuttle and shall dress my
Go, chafe me not, if thou wouldst safely go."
He spake; the aged man in fear obeyed
The mandate, and in silence walked apart,
Along the many-sounding ocean-side,
And fervently he prayed the monarch-god,
Apollo, golden-haired Latona's son:

"Hear me, thou bearer of the silver bow,
Who guardest Chrysa, and the holy isle
Of Cilla, and art lord in Tenedos,

O Smintheus! if I ever helped to deck
Thy glorious temple, if I ever burned

Upon thy altar the fat thighs of

goats

And bullocks, grant my prayer, and let thy shafts
Avenge upon the Greeks the tears I shed."

So spake he supplicating, and to him
Phœbus Apollo hearkened. Down he came,
Down from the summit of the Olympian mount,
Wrathful in heart; his shoulders bore the bow

And hollow quiver; there the arrows rang
Upon the shoulders of the angry god,

As on he moved. He came as comes the night,
And, seated from the ships aloof, sent forth