 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
Thus he spake, and th'old king afeard in trembling obey'd him.
Peleides then arose, and sprang out over the doorway
Like a lion, nor alone; for with him two followers went,
Automedon the renown'd, and Alkimos, of many heroes
First in honour since Patroclus was lost to him in death.
They then quickly the beasts all from their harnessing unyoked,
And bidding into the house the herald in royal attendance,
Made him there to be seated: anon they from the wagon lift
Great Hector's body-ransom of ungrudg'd costliness untold:
Two rich mantles left they, a tunicle of linen also,
Comely to shroud his corpse when 'twas given-up to be borne home.
And the women were call'd who laved it an' after anointed
Laid in a chamber apart, lest if Priam 'haply beheld it
In his affliction he might restrain not his undying anger,
But break out and kindle the anguisht heart of Achilles,
Who might slay him an' in blind recklessness sin against God.
Peleides then arose, and sprang out over the doorway
Like a lion, nor alone; for with him two followers went,
Automedon the renown'd, and Alkimos, of many heroes
First in honour since Patroclus was lost to him in death.
They then quickly the beasts all from their harnessing unyoked,
And bidding into the house the herald in royal attendance,
Made him there to be seated: anon they from the wagon lift
Great Hector's body-ransom of ungrudg'd costliness untold:
Two rich mantles left they, a tunicle of linen also,
Comely to shroud his corpse when 'twas given-up to be borne home.
And the women were call'd who laved it an' after anointed
Laid in a chamber apart, lest if Priam 'haply beheld it
In his affliction he might restrain not his undying anger,
But break out and kindle the anguisht heart of Achilles,
Who might slay him an' in blind recklessness sin against God.
So the women-servants lav'd Hector's corpse an' anointed,
Shrouded it in the linen with broider'd mantle around it:
Then himself Achilles on a fair bier laid it, assisted
By his two followers, and on to Priam's wagon upraised,
Groaning deeply' and calling aloud on his old companyon.
Shrouded it in the linen with broider'd mantle around it:
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By his two followers, and on to Priam's wagon upraised,
Groaning deeply' and calling aloud on his old companyon.
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |