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352 Is this day born: from Sthenelus he springs,

And claims thy promise to be king of kings.'

Grief seized the Thunderer, by his oath engaged;

Stung to the soul, he sorrowed and he raged.

From his ambrosial head, where perched she sat,

He snatched the fury-goddess of debate,

The dread, the irrevocable oath he swore,

The immortal seats should ne'er behold her more;

And whirled her headlong down, for ever driven

From bright Olympus and the starry heaven;

Thence on the nether world the Fury fell;

Ordained with man's contentious race to dwell.

Full oft the god his son's hard toils bemoaned,

Cursed the dire Fury, and in secret groaned.

E'en thus, like Jove himself, was I misled,

While raging Hector heaped our camps with dead.

"What can the errors of my rage atone?

My martial troops, my treasures, are thy own:

This instant from the navy shall be sent

Whatever Ulysses promised at thy tent;

But thou, appeased, propitious to our prayer,

Resume thy arms, and shine again in war."

"O king of nations! whose superior sway,"

Returns Achilles, "all our hosts obey!

To keep or send the presents be thy care;

To us, 'tis equal: all we ask is war.

While yet we talk, or but an instant shun

The fight, our glorious work remains undone.

Let every Greek who sees my spear confound

The Trojan ranks, and deal destruction round,

With emulation, what I act, survey,

And learn from thence the business of the day."

The son of Peleus thus: and thus replies

The great in councils, Ithacus the wise:

"Though, godlike, thou art by no toils oppressed,

At least our armies claim repast and rest:

Long and laborious must the combat be,

When by the gods inspired, and led by thee.

Strength is derived from spirits and from blood,

And those augment by generous wine and food;

What boastful son of war, without that stay,

Can last a hero through a single day?

Courage may prompt; but, ebbing out his strength,

Mere unsupported man must yield at length;

Shrunk with dry famine, and with toils declined,

The drooping body will desert the mind:

But built anew, with strength-conferring fare,

With limbs and soul untamed, he tires a war.

Dismiss the people then, and give command,