Quote#Death
The wrath of the son of Peleus,—O goddess of song, unfold! The deadly…
Quote byJames Macpherson · 1736–1796
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Iliad of Homer, translated by James Macpherson (London 1773).
English (original)
The wrath of the son of Peleus,—O goddess of song, unfold! The deadly wrath of Achilles: To Greece the source of many woes! Which peopled the regions of death,—with shades of heroes untimely slain: While pale they lay along the shore: Torn by beasts and birds of prey: But such was the will of Jove! Begin the verse, from the source of rage,—between Achilles and the sovereign of men.
— James Macpherson
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