“Divine Achilles! wilt thou then retire, And depart our hosts in blood, our fleets on hearth? If wrath so dreadful fill thy ruthless intellect, How shall thy Mate, thy Phoenix, continue to be guiding? The royal Peleus, when from Pthia’s coast He sent thee early to your Achaian host; Thy youth as then in sage debates unskill’d, And new to peri… Read More