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... chief of augurs , Calchas , Thestor's son , 85 Who knew what is and was and is to be , Who into Ilion piloted the Greeks , By virtue of his art , Apollo's gift . He friendly - minded rose and spake in the midst . " Lo ! thou command'st ...
... chief of augurs , Calchas , Thestor's son , 85 Who knew what is and was and is to be , Who into Ilion piloted the Greeks , By virtue of his art , Apollo's gift . He friendly - minded rose and spake in the midst . " Lo ! thou command'st ...
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... chief , yet play not thus 161 The knave : thou shalt not dupe me nor cajole . 155 Would'st thou so thou have honour - that I sit With empty hands ? and bidd'st me yield her up ? Now if the generous Greeks will grant a gift- One my soul ...
... chief , yet play not thus 161 The knave : thou shalt not dupe me nor cajole . 155 Would'st thou so thou have honour - that I sit With empty hands ? and bidd'st me yield her up ? Now if the generous Greeks will grant a gift- One my soul ...
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... chiefs Were dear and precious . In the rear she stood , And grasped Achilles by his yellow hair : 220 Seen by him only - all the rest were blind . He marvelling , turned round : and straightway knew Pallas Athenč ; dreadful gleamed her ...
... chiefs Were dear and precious . In the rear she stood , And grasped Achilles by his yellow hair : 220 Seen by him only - all the rest were blind . He marvelling , turned round : and straightway knew Pallas Athenč ; dreadful gleamed her ...
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... chiefs Are dear and precious . But leave off from strife , And draw not forth the sword : but with thy tongue Only revile him , as it needs must be . For this I say , and this shall come to pass . Trebled shall one day be thy rich ...
... chiefs Are dear and precious . But leave off from strife , And draw not forth the sword : but with thy tongue Only revile him , as it needs must be . For this I say , and this shall come to pass . Trebled shall one day be thy rich ...
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... chief Stood ; nor accosted him , nor uttered sound : But he knew well their purpose , and began . 355 " Hail , heralds , messengers of Zeus and men ! Draw near . I blame not you ; I blame the King , Who sent you here for fair Briseis ...
... chief Stood ; nor accosted him , nor uttered sound : But he knew well their purpose , and began . 355 " Hail , heralds , messengers of Zeus and men ! Draw near . I blame not you ; I blame the King , Who sent you here for fair Briseis ...
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Achaian Achilles Agamemnon Amaryllis Amphimachus Amyntas Apollo Athenč Atreus aught brave bring Daphnis Briseis broad Calchas Chryse city home Corydon Daphnis doth dreams earth ECLOGUE enim Epistrophus Eurytus Ev'n eyes fair flocks flowers Forty dark ships Gallus gift goat gods Greeks green hand hath hear heart heaven Herč host Idomeneus Ilion illa Iolla Jove kine King lord Lycidas Lyrnessus maid Menalcas mighty mihi MOPSUS muse ne'er neath Nestor Nireus Nunc Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phoebus pipe prayer Priam's Protesilaus Pylos Quć quam Queis rose round sacred sate seas shalt sheep shepherd shore sing sire Sirmio sleep song of Arcady sons soul spake steeds stream strife sweet swift thee thine thing tibi Tityrus Trojans Troy unto vine voice war-ships warriors wild wind woods words wrath Zeus ΙΟ
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