“Divine Achilles! wilt thou then retire, And go away our hosts in blood, our fleets on hearth? If wrath so dreadful fill thy ruthless head, How shall thy Close friend, thy Phoenix, keep guiding? The royal Peleus, when from Pthia’s coast He despatched thee early for the Achaian host; Thy youth as then in sage debates unskill’d, And new to peri… Read More