ILIAD. BOOK I. F Peleus' son, Achilles, sing, O Muse, OF The vengeance, deep and deadly; whence to Greece Unnumber'd ills arose; which many a soul Of mighty warriors to the viewless shades And carrion birds; but so had Heav'n decreed, Say then, what God the fatal strife provok❜d? The camp afflicted,—and the people died, For Chryses' sake, his priest, whom Atreus' son 5 10 15 With scorn dismiss'd, when to the Grecian ships "Ye sons of Atreus, and ye well-greav'd Greeks, Then through the ranks assenting murmurs ran, And bitter speech, the trembling sire address'd: |