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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 Excerpt: ... the corse; 'Tis proper honour to the dead. Then take we out our horse, When with our friends' kind's woe our hearts have felt delight to do A virtuous soul right, and then sup." This said, all full of woe Circled the corse; Achilles led, and thrice, about him close, All bore their goodly-coated horse. Amongst all Thetis rose, And stirr'd up a delight in grief, till all their arms with tears, And all the sands, were wet; so much they loved that Lord of Fears. Then to the centre fell the prince; and, putting in the breast Of his slain friend his slaughtering hands, began to all the rest Words to their tears: "Rejoice," said he, "O my Patroclus, thou Courted by Dis now: now I pay to thy late overthrow All my revenges vow'd before. Hector lies slaughter'd here Dragg'd at my chariot, and our dogs shall all in pieces tear His hated limbs. Twelve Trojan youths, born of their noblest strains, I took alive; and, yet enraged, will empty all their veins Of vital spirits, sacrificed before thy heap of fire." This said, a work unworthy him he put upon his ire, And trampled Hector under foot at his friend's feet. The rest Disarm'd, took horse from chariot, and all to sleep address'd At his black vessel. Infinite were those that rested there. Himself yet sleeps not, now his spirits were wrought about the cheer Fit for so high a funeral. About the steel used then Oxen in heaps lay bellowing, preparing food for men; Bleating of sheep and goats fill'd air; numbers of white-tooth'd swine, Swimming in fat, lay singeing there: the person of the slain Was girt with slaughter. All this done, all the Greek kings convey'd Achilles to the king of men; his rage not yet allay'd For his Patroclus. Being arrived at Agamemnon's tent, Himself bade heralds put to ...