“Divine Achilles! wilt thou then retire, And go away our hosts in blood, our fleets on fire? If wrath so dreadful fill thy ruthless intellect, How shall thy Buddy, thy Phoenix, remain behind? 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 perils wi… Read More