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 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
Then glancing full dourly bespake him swift-foot Achilles.
‘O sir, vex me no more: myself I am already minded
Now to restore him. Awhile Zeus sent one here to command me,
My mother,—& the wizard who hometh in Ocean is her sire.
Yea, an' I know, Priam, also of thee,—think not to deceive me—
That 'twas a god who brought thee hither to the ships of Achaia,
Since no mortal alive would dare, nay not one in his prime,
Here to' intrude, neither cd he pass our senteries unseen,
Nor the resistant bars of my doors easily undo.
Spare then again to provoke my soul o'erstrain'd in affliction,
Lest, old king, I do thee a wrong in thine enemy's camp,
Lest I in anger offend mine own honour & sin against God.’
‘O sir, vex me no more: myself I am already minded
Now to restore him. Awhile Zeus sent one here to command me,
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Yea, an' I know, Priam, also of thee,—think not to deceive me—
That 'twas a god who brought thee hither to the ships of Achaia,
Since no mortal alive would dare, nay not one in his prime,
Here to' intrude, neither cd he pass our senteries unseen,
Nor the resistant bars of my doors easily undo.
Spare then again to provoke my soul o'erstrain'd in affliction,
Lest, old king, I do thee a wrong in thine enemy's camp,
Lest I in anger offend mine own honour & sin against God.’
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |