 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
Him then in answer addrest god-like Priam, Ilyon's old king.
‘Bid me not, O heav'nborn, to be seated, while ever Hector
Lyeth i' the camp dishonour'd, nay rather quickly with all speed
Fetch him here to my eyes; & this great ransom apportion'd
Unto his worth accept: may it serve thy good pleasure, & thou
Safely return to thy home & sire, since now thou allow'st me
Still to renew my days i' the light o' the sun to behold it.’
‘Bid me not, O heav'nborn, to be seated, while ever Hector
Lyeth i' the camp dishonour'd, nay rather quickly with all speed
Fetch him here to my eyes; & this great ransom apportion'd
Unto his worth accept: may it serve thy good pleasure, & thou
Safely return to thy home & sire, since now thou allow'st me
Still to renew my days i' the light o' the sun to behold it.’
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |