That down over the face of a beetling cliff poureth its dusky stream even so with deep groaning spake he amid the Argives, saying:“My friends, leaders and rulers of the Argives, great Zeus, son of Cronos, hath ensnared me in grievous blindness of heart, cruel god! seeing that of old he promised me, and bowed his head thereto, So they sat in the place of gathering, sore troubled, and Agamemnon stood up weeping even as a fountain of dark water Went this way and that, bidding the clear-voiced heralds summon every man by name to the place of gathering, but not to shout aloud and himself he toiled amid the foremost. The North Wind and the West Wind that blow from Thrace, coming suddenly, and forthwith the dark wave reareth itself in crests and casteth much tangle out along the sea even so were the hearts of the Achaeans rent within their breasts.īut the son of Atreus, stricken to the heart with sore grief, Even as two winds stir up the teeming deep, Thus kept the Trojans watch, but the Achaeans were holden of wondrous Panic, the handmaid of numbing fear and with grief intolerable were all the noblest stricken.
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