Of Peleus’ son, Achilles, sing, O Muse, The vengeance, deep and deadly; whence to Greece Unnumbered ills arose; which many a soul Of mighty warriors to the viewless shades Untimely sent; they on the battle plain Unburied lay, a prey to rav’ning dogs, And carrion birds; but so had Jove decreed, From that sad day when first in wordy war, The mighty Agamemnon, King of men, Confronted stood by Peleus’ godlike son. Say then, what God the fatal strife provok’d? Jove’s and Latona’s son; he, filled with wrath Against the King, with deadly pestilence The camp afflicted,—and the people died,— For Chryses’ sake, his priest, whom Atreus’ son With scorn dismiss’d, when to the Grecian ships He came, his …
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