এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা প্রয়োজন।
( 36' ) His hundred; heads in heaven, and props the • clouds • . من . . . t Suppliant the ്ഠിടെ stood: one hand she plac'd Bencath his beard, and one his knees embrac'd. - گمتان Ife'er, 0 father of the gods! (she said) My words could please thce, or my actions aid; Some marks of honour on Iny son bestg And pay in glory what in life you Fame is at least by heavenly ric due To life so short, and now dishonour'd too. Avenge this wrong, oli ever just and wise; Let Greece be humbled, and the Trojans riso; Till the proud king, and all th' Achaian race, 'Shall heap with honour him they now dis grace. 660 Thus Thetis spoko; but Jove in silence held, The sacred counsels of his breast conceal’d. Not so repuls'd, the goodes; closer press'd,
