He touch'd the ports desir'd; | And for an old aunt whom the Greeks held captive
He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness | Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes stale the morning.
Why keep we her? The Grecians keep our aunt. | Is she worth keeping? Why, she is a pearl
Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships,
W. S. Troilus and Cressida


ILIAD

 

ODYSSEY

HORSES OF ACHILLES 1
HELEN 2
AT THE BORDER

 

. . . AND BEYOND

THE ARGONAUTS
D. H. Lawrence

They are not dead, they are not dead!
Now that the sun, like a lion, licks his paws
and goes slowly down the hill;
now that the moon, who remembers and only cares
that we should be lovely in the flesh, with bright, crescent feet,
pauses near the crest of the hill, climbing slowly, like a queen
looking down on the lion as he retreats.
Now the sea is the Argonauts' sea, and in the dawn
Odysseus calls the commands, as he steers past those foamy islands
wait, wait, don't bring the coffee yet, nor the pain grill
The dawn is not off the sea, and Odysseus' ships
have not yet passed the islands, I must watch them still
.

THE KING OF ASINE
THE GOD ABANDONS ANTHONY