( 25 ) That lawless tyrant whose commands you bear. Unmov’d as death Achilles shall remain, Though prostrate Greece shall bleed at everyvein: The raging chief, in frantic passion lost, Blind to himself, and useless to his host, Uuskill’d w judge the future by the past, In blood and slaughter shall repent at last. Patroclus now th’ unwilling beauty brought; She, in soft sorrows and in pensive thought, 4. Pass'd silent, as the heralds held her hand, And oftlook'dback, slow mgfingo'er thestra., Not so his loss the fieppe Achilles bore,
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O'er the wild margin of the deep hē hug, That kindred deep frein whence his mother sprung; - There bath'd in tears of anyer and disdain, Thus loud lamented to the Stomy main : O parent goddess! since in early bloom