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wrath of Peleus' son, the direful spring

Of all the Grecian woes, O Goddess, sing!

That wrath which hurled to Pluto's gloomy reign

The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain,

Whose limbs, unburied on the naked shore,

Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore:

Since great Achilles and Atrides strove,

Such was the sovereign doom, and such the will of Jove!

Declare, O Muse! in what ill-fated hour

Sprung the fierce strife, from what offended Power?

Latona's son a dire contagion spread, 33