I swear, a yearning for Achilles will strike Achaea’s sons and all your armies! But then, Atrides harrowed as you will be, nothing you do can save you- not when your hordes of fighters drop and die, cut down by the hands of man-killing Hector! Then- then you will tear your heart out, desperate, raging that you disgraced the best of the Achaeans! (I: 281-287)
…delighting his heart now, plucking strong and clear on the fine lyre- beautifully carved, its silver bridge set firm he won from the spoils when he razed Eetion’s city. Achilles lifting his spirits with it now, singing the famous (“klea”) deeds of fighting heroes (IX: 223-228)
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