<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115908" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Menelaus and Helen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke<br> To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate<br> On that adulterous whore a ten years' hate<br>And a king's honour. Through red death, and smoke,<br>And cries, and then by quieter ways he strode,<br> Till the still innermost chamber fronted him.<br> He swung his sword, and crashed into the dim<br>Luxurious bower, flaming like a god.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High sat white Helen, lonely and serene.<br> He had not remembered that she was so fair,<br>And that her neck curved down in such a way;<br>And he felt tired. He flung the sword away,<br> And kissed her feet, and knelt before her there,<br>The perfect Knight before the perfect Queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So far the poet. How should he behold<br> That journey home, the long connubial years?<br> He does not tell you how white Helen bears<br>Child on legitimate child, becomes a scold,<br>Haggard with virtue. Menelaus bold<br> Waxed garrulous, and sacked a hundred Troys<br> 'Twixt noon and supper. And her golden voice<br>Got shrill as he grew deafer. And both were old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often he wonders why on earth he went<br> Troyward, or why poor Paris ever came.<br>Oft she weeps, gummy-eyed and impotent;<br> Her dry shanks twitch at Paris' mumbled name.<br>So Menelaus nagged; and Helen cried;<br>And Paris slept on by Scamander side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115908" data-title="Menelaus and Helen de Rupert Brooke" data-description="I/Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke/ To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate/ On that adulterous whore a ten years' hate/And a king's honour. Through red death, and smoke,/And cries, and then by quieter ways he strode,/ Till the still inner..."></div> </div> </div>

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