“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 Mate, thy Phoenix, stay behind? The royal Peleus, when from Pthia’s coast He despatched thee early on the Achaian host; Thy youth as then in sage debates unskill’d, And new to perils of the … Read More