HORACE'S Odes, Bk. I. Ode 9. To Thaliarchus

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HE wrath of Peleus' son, that evil wrath

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Which on Achaia piled a myriad woes,

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Oh Goddess, sing: which down to darkness hurled
Brave souls of mighty men, and made their flesh
A prey to dogs and every ravening fowl.
Yet Zeus his will was working: since the day
When first 'twixt Atreus' son, the King of men,
And proud Achilles there arose up war,

What god, then, bade those twain stand forth

and strive?

Zeus's and Leto's son. He, angered sore

Against the King, sent pestilence abroad

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