Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
Footnote 311: (return) “Thebes was the centre of Egyptian power and
commerce, probably long before Memphis grew into importance, or before
the Delta was made suitable to the purposes of husbandry by the cutting
of canals and the raising of embankments.”—Egyptian Antiquities, vol.
i. p. 66.
Footnote 312: (return) Although Denon (see Egypt. Antt. p. 62) regards
this as an unmeaning expression, Heyne well observes: “numerus
centenarius ponitur pro magno: et portis semel memoratis, multitudo
hominum declaratur per numerum exeuntium.”
Footnote 313: (return) Cf. Müller, Dorians, vol. i. pp. 26, 268.
Thus he spoke; but they all became mute in silence, marvelling at his
speech, for he answered with much vehemence. At length, however, the
aged knight, Phœnix, addressed him, shedding tears, for he greatly
feared for the ships of the Greeks:
“If indeed, Ο illustrious Achilles, thou dost now meditate a return
within thy mind, nor art at all willing to repel the destructive fire
from the swift ships, because indignation hath fallen upon thy soul;
how then can I, my dear child, be left here alone by thee? for aged
Peleus, the breaker of steeds, sent me forth with thee on that day,
when he despatched thee from Phthia to Agamemnon, a boy, not yet
skilled either in equally-destroying war, nor in counsels where men
also become illustrious. On which account he sent me forth to teach
thee all these things, that thou mightest become both an orator in
words and a performer in deeds. Thus then, my dear child, I wish not at
length to be left by thee, not even if a god himself, having divested
me of old age, should promise that he would render me a blooming youth,
such as I was when first I quitted fair-damed Hellas, flying the
contentions of my father Amyntor, son of Ormenus; who was enraged with
me on account of a fair-haired concubine whom he himself loved, but
dishonoured his wife, my mother. But she continually would embrace my
knees in supplication, that I should first have connection with the
concubine, that she might loathe the old man. Her I obeyed, and did so;
but my father immediately perceiving it, uttered many execrations, and
invoked the hateful Erinnys, that no dear son, sprung from me, should
ever be placed upon his knees; and the gods ratified his execrations,
both infernal Jove and dread Proserpine. Then my soul within my mind
could no longer endure that I should sojourn in the palace whilst my
father was enraged. My friends, indeed, and relations, being much about
me, detained me there within the halls, entreating [me to stay]. Many
fat sheep and stamping-footed, crooked-horned oxen they slaughtered;
many swine abounding in fat were stretched out to be roasted in the
flame of Vulcan, and much of the old man’s wine was drunk out of
earthen vessels. Nine nights did they sleep around me: whilst, taking
it in turns, they kept watch; nor was the fire ever extinguished, one
in the portico of the well-fenced hall, and another in the vestibule,
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