Time in the length of its unbounded course
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Draws things obscure to light, and sinks in shades
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The most conspicuous: no event befals,
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But what might be expected; solemn oaths
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Yield to assaults, and the obdurate mind.
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And I, who late like temper'd steel retain'd
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My firmness, by this woman have been taught
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A softer tone. I pity her sad state,
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Left 'mongst her foes a widow, and my son
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An orphan. To the margin of the sea
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Hence then I go, and in the cleansing wave
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Wash off these stains, if so I may appease
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The anger of the goddess. Where I find:
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A place unmark'd by human foot, this sword,
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The most abhorr'd of weapons, in the ground
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Deep-buried I will hide, where never eye...
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Shall see it more; let night, and hell's dark king
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Keep it; for from the hour when I received
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From Hector's hostile hand this gift, from Greece
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No grateful meed, no honour have I shared.
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Well was it said, The gifts of hostile hands
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Are ever hostile, and with mischiefs fraught.
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Henceforth then to the gods we know to yield,
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And learn the sons of Atreus to revere;
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They are our Chiefs; behoves us to obey:
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Why not? the harshest and the strongest things
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Yield to their higher sovereigns: for this cause
The Winters stiff with all their snows give place
To summer glowing with its beauteous fruits;
And the dark circle of the Night retirés
That the fair Day may flame with orient light.
A soft gale breathes, and the tempestuous sea,
Groaning beneath impetuous winds, is calm.
E'en all-subduing Sleep unbinds his chain,
And sets his captives free. Why should not I
Know gentler thoughts? This wisdom I have learn'd,
That him, who is my foe, I so may hate
As one perchance to be my friend again;
And so far wish to aid my friend, as one
That may know change: for friendship is a port
In which our bark not always rides secure.
But these things shall be well. Within the tent
Retire, Tecmessa; with incessant vows
Implore the favouring gods that they would grant
My heart's warm wish. And you, my friends, with her
Thus honour me. To Teucer, when he comes
Give this my charge, that mine he make his care,
And be to you benevolent. I go
Where I must go: do you what I command.
Though wretched now, you soon perchance may know
That Ajax from his miseries is relieved.