| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||
Then bespake him again God's angel, slayer of Argus.
‘Thou wouldst prove me, O king, in making question of Hector.
Him many times I have seen scattering with glorious onset
All the battle's nobley: then too when he drave the Achaeans
Back to the ships, & smote with trenchant blade the flying ranks.
That day stood we aloof wond'ring, for not yet Achilles
Would let us out to battle, since Atreides had aggriev'd him.
'Tis to him I give fealty; the same good ship carried us both.
Myrmidon is my nation, a man of plenty, Polyctor,
Is my sire, in his age reverend & grey-headed as thou.
Six sons hath he beside myself, and I, the seventh son,
In the brothers' lotterie was cast for service against Troy.
Now I am come to the plain here scouting, for the Achaeans
Will sally forth at dawn in full puissance to attack you:
Long they chafe sitting idle, an' all their kings are unable
In their impacience any more from fight to withhold them.’
‘Thou wouldst prove me, O king, in making question of Hector.
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All the battle's nobley: then too when he drave the Achaeans
Back to the ships, & smote with trenchant blade the flying ranks.
That day stood we aloof wond'ring, for not yet Achilles
Would let us out to battle, since Atreides had aggriev'd him.
'Tis to him I give fealty; the same good ship carried us both.
Myrmidon is my nation, a man of plenty, Polyctor,
Is my sire, in his age reverend & grey-headed as thou.
Six sons hath he beside myself, and I, the seventh son,
In the brothers' lotterie was cast for service against Troy.
Now I am come to the plain here scouting, for the Achaeans
Will sally forth at dawn in full puissance to attack you:
Long they chafe sitting idle, an' all their kings are unable
In their impacience any more from fight to withhold them.’
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||