“Divine Achilles! wilt thou then retire, And go away our hosts in blood, our fleets on hearth? If wrath so dreadful fill thy ruthless brain, How shall thy Buddy, thy Phoenix, continue to be driving? The royal Peleus, when from Pthia’s Coastline He sent thee early for the Achaian host; Thy youth as then in sage debates unskill’d, And new to pe… Read More