The all-mighty spoke; the goddess wing’d her flight To sacred Ilion from the Idaean height. Swift as the rattling hail, or fleecy snows, Drive through the skies, when Boreas fiercely blows; So from the clouds descending Iris falls, And to blue Neptune thus the goddess calls:Iliad 15.17 · Iliad · 15
Iliad 15.17
Iliad · translated by Alexander Pope
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